Author's Note: So I'm updating late. Again. And I'm ridiculously sorry. I've been really busy.

You won't have to worry about late updates anymore, because I plan on ending the story here. I didn't know where I was going with it in the beginning and I felt the need to end it here with fluffiness.

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Chapter Four
When Steve and Tony arrived at the small shawarma joint-at Tony's request of course-James and his friend were already waiting.
Steve didn't recognise the small boy from the alleyway; he looked much different when he wasn't battered.

The boy waved. "Hey, Tony! Who's that with you?"

The other boy chimed in with, "Is that Iron Man? and, "Oh my God, it's Captain America!"

Steve smiled shyly and said, "Call me Steve."

The boy looked like he was going to faint.

Tony just smirked and said, "Hey James. Who's your friend?"

Steve's stomach dropped when he heard the name "James".

None of the others noticed Steve's sudden change in mood and stature; the other boy still looked ready to faint and Tony was looking at James as he replied, "Tony-and Steve-this is my friend Patrick. Patrick this is Tony and Steve." Patrick didn't respond, he just waved while he continued to stare.

"Glad to meet you, Patrick," came Tony's voice. Steve just nodded. He wasn't capable of much else. All the courage that Steve had found earlier to talk to Tony had vanished. Those butterflies that inhabited Steve's stomach refused to leave and flitted more than ever.

Tony turned to Steve, still completely oblivious. "Steve, this is my friend James. I met him about a month and a half ago."

Steve smiled the best he could and said, "Nice to meet you, James."

"Et toi." Seeing Steve's confused face, he clarified, "And you. It's French."

Steve's face was emptied of all confusion. "Ah."

He didn't say much after that. Tony and James started up a conversation, leaving Steve to his overwhelming feelings and Patrick to his fanboying.
Of course, the guy is James. Just my luck, Steve thought. It's taken me a month and a half to push down my feelings for Tony enough to speak to the guy, and then the reason I couldn't speak to him before shows up. The little guy is giving me some problems.

Tony had started to notice Steve's odd behaviour after awhile. The super soldier seemed flustered, confused, and like he wished he was able to get drunk.

Thankfully, before Tony could get too worried, James asked, "Hey, Steve? What's wrong? You look... ill."

Steve swallowed hard and said, "It's nothing. If you'll excuse me..." He ran off towards the bathrooms.

Tony took one worried look at his-the, he chided himself-Capsicle, shrugged, and looked back towards the small boy sitting in front of him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus on the little guy he had stood up for. He was thinking only of the super soldier whose blue eyes lit up whenever he saw Tony and who was so perfect he walked old ladies across the street. He found himself thinking of the All-American Boy who had invaded his thoughts quite frequently lately. He found himself thinking of the man he found him strangely attracted to.
Snap out of it! he thought to himself. There is no way someone like him could like someone like you.

He didn't know that was exactly what the super-soldier was thinking to himself as he splashed water across his face.

Steve felt flustered. Steve felt confused. Steve felt like he was in love.

Steve was all of those things.

Tony was the last two.

Perhaps it was these things that led to the following events. Maybe it wasn't. The two heroes were happy it happened either way.
Steve had finally calmed his breathing and walked out of the men's room, calm and collected as he was capable of being at that particular moment.

But that façade was soon cast aside.

Steve walked straight out of the bathroom and crashed right into the genius himself. They were standing close, their chests gently touching. Steve's breath hitched. Tony's ARC Reactor buzzed a bit louder.

They stayed like that for a few moments. Those few moments felt like an eternity. They felt like infinity.

They leaned in simultaneously, in perfect sync. Steve leaned down, and Tony faced upwards. Their lips met slowly, tentatively, chastely. They both could honestly say it was the best kiss they ever had.

Except for maybe the passionate one after that.