Author's Note: Sorry this update came so late. I said when I first started the fanfiction that I didn't know exactly where I was taking it, and I was suffering from writer's block. I've also had quite a lot going on lately, and I haven't had time to write.
The chapter isn't very long, but I hope it's to your liking. I'll try to update soon, but I have four tests Friday and I'm going on vacation next week. But I promise I'll try!
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Chapter Three

James had a day off of school and Tony had promised to meet the boy at a café nearby. Tony hadn't seen him for a couple weeks; since he had gotten out of the hospital. He'd gone to visit the boy every day at the hospital and had come to quite enjoy the boy's presence. He missed the boy's easygoing personality.

As he was about to walk out the door, Tony heard a familiar voice that he'd hadn't heard in weeks.

"Tony?" came the inquisitive voice of Captain Steve Rogers. Tony froze. "Can I, um, talk to you for a minute?"

Tony knew he was almost late for his meeting, but he hadn't spoken to Steve in so long—it literally pained him to think about it. "Sure. Just give me a second. Meet me in the kitchen," Tony replied, his voice a bit shaky, turning to face the super soldier. Steve nodded and left quietly.

"JARVIS, call James."

"Yes, sir." Tony then heard the phone's ring come one, two, three times before the teen's voice came through on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Hey, James."

"Hey, Tony! I'm about to head out now!"

"Yeah, about that. Can we reschedule in about three hours? Something—" someone—"has come up. It's important."

"Sure, Tony. But I promised my friend I'd hang out with him today. Is it alright if he comes too?"

"It's fine with me. Thanks, James."

"No problem. See you in three." Then he promptly hung up and Tony was left to face Steve in the kitchen.

Horrible things were running through his mind on the short walk to the small kitchen. When he walked through the doors, Steve straightened up, swallowed, and nodded at him. "Tony."

"You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yeah… yeah… that. I, uh, um… I wanted to tell you I was sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah. For, you know, avoiding you and all. I was going through some stuff and I—"

"Say no more. I understand."

"Really?" Steve looked hopeful.

"Of course, Capsicle." Tony smiled.

"Now, I rescheduled an appointment I had. I have to go to it in three hours. In the meantime, want to watch a movie?"

Steve nodded, Tony smiled. Tony had his captain back and he wasn't going to lose him again.

When Steve was watching a movie with Tony, he found himself watching Tony more than the actual movie. Tony was always doing something, not content with just sitting there, watching peacefully. There had to be some type of smart-aleck remark, some type of tinkering, some type of movement. Tony Stark was never still.

So, at the end of every movie, when Tony asked Steve what his favourite part was, he'd always reply with the little bits he'd actually seen. He'd then be treated to a monologue from Tony about the actual best part of the movie, to which he'd roll his eyes, smile, and listen to vigorously.

They watched movies constantly, and this is how it always went. Today was no exception.

There was one difference, though. Steve took too long a time picking out a movie, and they had to cut the film short because Tony had an appointment.

"You want to come, Cap?"

"You want me to come to your oh-so-special appointment?"

Tony shrugged. "Sure."

"Won't this other person care?"

"I doubt it; he's pretty easygoing. Plus, he's bringing one of his own friends."

"Then I guess it won't do too much harm."

"Of course not!" Tony smiled, grabbing Steve's arm. "Come on, Cap! We're gonna be late!"

Steve's heart raced at the physical contact, but he tried his best to ignore it, jogging up next to Tony.

"Why are you so worried about being late?"

"Because I've got someone for you to meet!"

Steve smiled, always happy to meet new people. Little did he know he'd already seen the boy, bruised, beaten, and bloody in an alleyway.

Little did he know he was meeting the little guy himself.