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Finally, Tony knocked on Steve's door. He felt kind of stupid doing it, but that was probably just because he was so nervous he could just die right there on the spot. It was a wonder he hadn't started twitching yet or something.

Of course, as would be expected, Steve opened the door. "Tony?" he asked. At the sound of his name, Tony blinked in a slightly startled expression. He was just not used to Steve… no, Rogers, calling him by his first name. Crazy world, crazy world.

"Hey, Capsicle. I was bored, so I figured I'd take you up on your offer. But only if you buy me coffee, since Mr.-Freaking-Fury won't just hand it over for free." Tony's expression became dark. He practically lived off of coffee sometimes, and the prospect of someone keeping it from him was not a pleasant thought.

Knowing just how much Tony loved coffee (not that he was following Tony around, it was just obvious he loved coffee due to 90% of the time he had a cup of it in his hand), he smiled and said "Sure, whatever. I was going to buy myself one anyway, so it's no problem. Just let me go get my… phone." He was still having trouble comprehending that device thing. It was such a nuisance to Steve. That touchscreen thing was so bothersome. Anyway, the reason he needed the phone was not because he thought someone would try to get a hold of him; but rather, because he needed to tell a few people what was going on… and just how spectacularly this whole situation was going.

His plan was in motion.

As he went back into his room to retrieve that pesky little technologically advanced cell phone thing, and consequently text Natasha to tell her they were both right in their assumptions, and to text Clint to try to get that 20 bucks out of him from their little bet, he left Tony standing outside the door to his room. Being the nosy person he is, Tony took a look inside the temporary living quarters of the legendary Captain America.

The walls were bare. The room was simple, completely different from Tony's room. Tony liked complicated things, so his room's walls were covered in temporarily mounted touch-TV screens, there was various bits of mechanical stuff lying around, and his bed was never made. So unlike Capsicle here. His room was so neat. So organized. Tony thought it a nice contrast from himself. So different, it was refreshing.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his phone going off. Damn, he thought, who the hell wants to get a hold of me now?

As it turned out, it was only a text… From Natasha, oddly enough. She didn't really seem to take much notice of Tony, so her texting him was something new.

Hey read the message, what are you doing?

Tony decided to answer. Going for coffee with Capsicle, why?

No reason… answered Natasha. For some reason, Tony was getting the impression that Natasha's motives were not what she was telling him.

Why do you want to know, Spiderwoman?

None of your business, Anthony Edward Obnoxious Stark.

My name is NOT obnoxious! Jeez, I'm only going out with Steve for coffee, my gods. Which, speaking of one of them, is Thor, whom I will sic on you and I will have him beat you up with his oversized hammer if you don't shut up!

He could practically feel the Black Widow's smirk through her text. I think somebody's a little overprotectiiiiiiiiive….

Was she implying what Tony thought she was implying?What do you mean by that, Miss Romanoff?

;) TONY'S GOT A DAAAATE, TONY'S GOT A DAAAATE! ;D

Well, this being the royally fucked-up life of Tony Stark, she was indeed implying exactly what he thought she was implying.

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP NOT TRUE OH THE HELL NO! YOU ARE A SICK WOMAN! ABSOLUTELY SICK! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Someone sounds embarrassed… cuz someone has a crush… ON CAPTAIN AMERICA! Ooooooooooohhhhh!

To say the least, Tony was royally pissed.

Natasha Romanoff, he carefully tapped out, adding as much malice to his words as he could, you are a dead woman. Upcoming battle or no.

I'd be snarky like you and reply "Love you too, Tony", but I can't because that'd be a lie and your Captain might get jealous.

It took a second for her words to sink in. Had she just said…?

WTF? Why… would Rogers be jealous?

Oops, got to go. Talk to you later, annoying.

I hate you Natasha.

Natasha?

NATASHA ROMANOFF YOU ARE A PAIN IN MY ASS, YOU HEAR ME?

She didn't answer. Gods, he hated that woman. She could be such a bothersome person when she wanted to be. As he stared at his phone with as much hate and maliciousness as humanly possible, he was once again startled, this time by Steve reappearing in the doorway.

"Why are you staring at your phone like that? I'm sure your phone doesn't appreciate it."

Tony rolled his eyes, hoping the eye-rolling would cover up the look of hopeless love in them. "It's just Natasha. She was texting me just now and she was being a bitch at me." He could see Steve flinch at his foul language. Oh whatever, a little curse here and there never killed anyone… yet…

Anyway, something seemed to have changed in the few minutes it had taken for Rogers to "find his phone." He was smiling more than before, if such a thing was possible. Wait, said Tony's brain to itself, When exactly did he start smiling? It's such a nice smile… but since when? He'd been miserable the whole time he's been on this flying thing, but now here he is… him and his gorgeous smile.

"Well then shouldn't you go tell Natasha you don't like it when she's not nice to you? It'd solve the issue better than... swearing." Tony loved that Steve didn't swear. It was so childishly innocent, and therefore damned-fucking-cute-as-hell-and-heaven-on-earth…

"But you see here, Cap, I can't go off and yell at how pissed off I am at her, because you-" he poked Steve in the chest, "owe me a coffee. Now. Before I die of caffeine withdrawal, I need my caffeine."

"Ok, ok, jeez Tony. Don't be pushy, or no coffee for you." The taller man started walking away, leaving Tony to snap out of his thoughts of just how hot he thought Steve looked from his current vantage point. Running slightly to catch up, he almost wished he hadn't decided to go through with this whole venture. It was mostly due to the fact that he had been caught in the act of lying. There was nothing Tony Stark hated more than caught in the act of lying.

"So, Tony…" Steve said causally. "I thought you had to repair your Iron Man suit and that's why you couldn't come for coffee with me."

Oh, shit. Caught in the act.

"Uhhhhhhhh…."

"What, the great Tony Stark, lost for words?" Steve teased.

"No, I'm just thinking of how terrible of a liar I am."

"So you admit you're a liar?"

"Noooooo, I just lie occasionally to cover stuff up that I don't want anybody to know." Oh, shit. He shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have!

"Hmmm…"

"Wipe that thinking look off your face, Rogers. It's bothering me. What are you thinking of, anyway?"

Steve smiled again. "You."

Tony was slightly shocked, to say the least. "W-… Why?"

Steve shrugged. "Because you're a fascinating person, Tony."

Again with the shocked. "I'm not that fascinating. I'm a guy with a suit of armor, is all."

With a shake of his blonde head, all Steve did was chuckle again. He turned away. "You just don't get it, do you?" he whispered, almost to himself.

"Wha-"

Suddenly, they were at the lounge area. The coffee machine was just across the room from them, and Tony guessed later that it was what Steve had used to change the current topic of conversation.

"Come on, Tony. Go get your coffee, here's the money to pay for it. I might get a coffee later, I don't really want one anymore. Meet you at one of those couches over there. Don't take too long, we don't have much time before we are near New York."

As Steve walked away, a thousand thoughts raged through his head. Why did Tony have to be so… so… like he is? It's really well and properly confusing. I love him, I really do, but it takes all my self-control to keep myself from telling him that. I might still be wrong; he might not like me back… like this. This is still all so weird… the world has really changed. In the forties I would be killed if anyone knew I was in love with another man… but here I am now in the 21st century, and it's perfectly okay. God, why does Tony have to be so amazing?

As Tony watched Steve walk away, a hundred million thoughts coursed through his brain. Gods, why is Steve so… hot? And amazing? And wonderful? And hot? And does he even love me back? What was that little comment about me not getting it earlier? Did that mean anything? Thank Gods we're not in his time period or we'd both be dead as bricks. He must feel so out of place. I should stop staring at him, even if he is gorgeous, because this room might be empty but I'll bet there's hidden security cameras. And what was Natasha acting all weird about earlier when I was texting her? Does she know that I'm crushing on Steve? Oh shit, I gotta go get my coffee. Coffee makes everything better.

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