A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry I waited six billion years to update! School started and I kind of neglected writing for a while. Anyway, this is the last chapter of this story which is why it won't be as satisfactory as the others were. I'm terrible at ending stories. Even so, I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you so much for reviewing, following, and favoriting!
Steve and Thor stood in awkward silence outside what was once their shared apartment. They had been packing all morning (Well, Steve had, anyway. Thor wasn't bringing much back to Asgard. Except the blender, he thought Loki might be entertained by it.), and it was finally empty. They both had preparations to settle into their normal (and in Steve's case, new) homes this afternoon. Steve had expected himself to feel relieved, but the moment was more bittersweet than anything. While he did get to move into Stark tower, he would honestly miss Thor and his antics. It would be odd not hearing The Price is Right theme music every morning at precisely ten o'clock.
Steve broke the silence. "Well… it's been fun, Thor."
Thor grinned. "So it has, Patrioti- Steve."
Steve smiled. "I guess I'll see you around?" He extended his hand for a final handshake. Thor paused before ignoring Steve's hand and pulling him in for a big, manly bear hug instead. It caught Steve off-guard, but he didn't object. Despite the bits of chaos, they had really bonded over their time living together. It wasn't like they wouldn't see each other again, but Thor WAS going to be worlds away. Neither of them knew too much about modern times or technology, it was nice for both of them to find someone who understood how it felt.
"I'm really gonna miss you, big guy," Steve said.
"I will miss you in great amounts as well, Steve," Thor replied.
"Keep in touch, okay? Pepper told me Tony's not always fun to deal with, I might need someone to keep me sane," Steve laughed.
"I intend to contact you whenever I have a spare moment," Thor smiled.
A loud car horn echoed in the street, followed by an impatient, "Are the manly embraces over yet? I DO have an enterprise to get back to!"
Steve rolled his eyes. Tony had insisted on picking him up himself and taking him straight to Stark Tower so he could "be impressed by his new place already". Two goodbyes and one lift of a box later, Steve and his belongings were boarded into Tony's car.
"Finally. You'd think you two were sorority sisters or something with all the hugging and sentiment," Tony said as Steve slipped into the passenger seat.
Steve buckled his seat belt, noticing Tony hadn't done the same. "Oh, don't act like you're not gonna miss him, too… Tony, you should really wear a seat belt."
"In this car? Cap, I could fall asleep at the wheel and still be perfectly safe. Remember, you're driving with-"
"-Tony Stark, I know, I know. Okay, then why bother putting in seat belts at all?"
"Because you said- I mean, it gives people the illusion of being safer. Peace of mind. Some people are paranoid about stuff like that," Tony finished, dropping his sunglasses over his eyes. Steve half-smiled to himself. So, Tony HAD listened to him last time he asked about improvements he could make on his next car.
"You should really put in seat belts," Steve had said.
"All this advanced technology, and you tell me to put in seat belts?" Tony had replied.
"People have survived crashes because of them."
"Yeah, well those people didn't have a built-in JARVIS."
As Steve got out of the car in front of Stark Tower, Tony abruptly covered his eyes and led him in.
"Dummy, the blindfold," he commanded. The adorably clumsy robot replaced Tony's hands with an opaque piece of cloth (a job miraculously done right) and Steve was blinded. Tony placed his hand between Steve's shoulder blades and led him into and out of an elevator, both of them nearly bouncing with excitement.
"Ready for the big reveal?"
"I have been for days. Can I take the blindfold off now?"
"I feel like you do this every time I try to make a grand entrance."
"Alright, alright, I'm ready for the big reveal." Steve smiled as Tony slowly began untying the blindfold.
"I present to you… Chez Rogers. Brought to you by the brilliant mind behind Stark Industries."
Steve had only been expecting a bedroom. Just a simple, small space. He got something way bigger and better. Real wood flooring, cream-colored furniture, a wood-burning fireplace, a flat screen hanging on the wall, and a big window with a great view of the city. It was modern and cozy and Steve loved it.
"Wow. This is… this is really nice. You shouldn't have, Tony," Steve told him.
"But I did. And you like it. And it's yours. Bedroom's through that door, bathroom's right next to it. I believe a 'thank you' is in order," Tony replied.
Steve turned around and hugged him. "Thanks, Tony." Then he let go and went to inspect his new room. Tony just stood back, stunned, because one does not simply touch Tony Stark, much less hug him. Normally he'd have snaked out of their grip or spit some witty remark at them, but because it was Steve, he didn't mind.
Meanwhile, Steve collapsed on his soft new queen-sized bed and caught up on some well-deserved sleep.