The Time When Steve Got Dating Advice From Tony
Steve tucked in his shirt and eyed his reflection.
"Come on, Rogers, man up. You've been through much worse. It can't be that hard. What's the worst that could happen? She says no? Then nothing's changed, right? So just-" He whipped around as his door opened.
"Cap?" Tony looked cheerful. "You know that one of the signs of dementia is talking to yourself, right?"
"Do you know how to knock, Stark? Did you ever learn any manners?"
"I learned them, but I only use them on special occasions so they don't get worn out."
Steve sighed. "Of course."
"Wait … are you …?" Tony grinned. "Who are you asking out? I mean, really, anyone is a good choice - it's been a very long time for you."
Steve folded his arms. "Stark, of everyone in this city, you are the last person I want to talk to about this."
"Yes, but of everyone in this city, I'm probably the best person for you to talk to about this, given my extensive experience in attracting the fairer sex."
"Things can't have changed that much."
"Well, it doesn't involve year-long courtships and time in the sitting room anymore, princess."
"You do know I was last awake in the 1940s, not the 1840s, right?" Steve said, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever. My point is that the earnest, aw shucks, pardon me ma'am thing went out of style in the sixties."
"Oh, please, Stark, like you have any idea what women actually want," Natasha said, poking her head in the door. "You got lucky with Pepper." She looked at Steve. "Don't listen to this guy. We already have one Tony Stark; the world couldn't handle two." She smiled. "You be you. You're a genuine hero; any woman would be lucky to go out with you."
Tony looked from Natasha to Steve and back, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Now I get it." He clapped Steve on the back. "Good luck, Cap," he called over his shoulder as he sauntered out of the room, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Natasha watched him go, one eyebrow raised. "What was all that about?"
"Oh, well … we …" Steve took a deep breath. "Miss Romanov, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me for an evening on the town?" He chuckled. "Once I figure out where everything is now, of course."
"I, uh …." She stopped and thought for a moment. "Yes," she smiled. "I'd love to."
"Does seven tonight work for you?"
"Sure does. I'll meet you in the garage. Are we taking the bike?"
He nodded. "I figured we would."
"Then I won't wear a skirt," she winked. "See you at seven."