Tony sighed, his hands navigating through his course black hair. Gray speckles fighting their way through the mop of dark follicles. His life was going great, he had developed a new type of iron man suit that could be transformed into a shield. He had even tinkered around a bit and made Pepper jewelry with tracking devices in it to alert him if she was in immediate danger. He was productive, and happy he thought. What had changed? Why was he so unhappy? Was it the wine? The team? He didn't know. The bright stars burned with the kind of intense passion he wished lit up his life. Pepper was nice, but they lacked passion. Who was left for him now? A loud clang shook him from his thoughts, Steve was in the kitchen muttering exasperatedly at the microwave. Tony's brown eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched him putter around. Steve's frown deepened when the technology wouldn't respond. He jostled and prodded at the machine until Tony finally intervened, " Takeout okay with you Capsicle?" Steve hesitantly nodded and promptly sat on the couch. Their eyes met and Steve's quickly averted to the floor, Tony smirked and Steve blushed. Maybe he could find that passion he so desperately craved... If he just found the right person.