Finally finished writing chapter 13, so as a reward you get chapter 6. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write.

I swear to Thor, that I wrote and named this chapter BEFORE IM3 came out. I had no way of knowing cranberries would mean so much LOL.

"So, I've been thinking about this whole Logan Jean thing." Remy said as Steve plopped down in the seat beside him in the cafeteria.

Hank groaned and Piotr rolled his eyes, as they went back to the conversation they had been having before. Raven and Kitty were making them go somewhere after school and they were complaining loudly about their girlfriends. Sam simply stuffed his ear buds in his ears and went back to listening to whatever god-awful music he had on his playlist.

"Remy, why do you do this to yourself?" Steve asked, taking a bite from his apple. "You know Logan is head over heels for that chick." The topic of Logan and his stupid obsession with Jean Grey was a subject most people at Shield High were sick of. Logan and Scott fought at least once a day; you would never know they used to be friends.

"Yeah, but maybe..."

"No Remy just let it be. Logan will figure it out eventually and if he doesn't, you'll find someone else."

"You're just as bad as me, Steve. Fucking mooning over Stark even though you know the bastard hates your guts."

"I don't moon over Stark. The guy's an asshole." Steve said, ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was Remy's turn to roll his eyes.

"So," Hank said, not hearing the conversation the boys in front of him were having, "What's everyone doing for Thanksgiving." Steve looked down at his lap; he hated being reminded of the holidays.

"Nothing," He said quietly, the pain of loss gripped at his heart. He had fallen so easily into a routine of forgetting and had been caught up in Tony and everything the man had to offer. There were times that he forgot just how truly alone he was.

"You can come to my house!" Remy said, throwing an arm around Steve. Steve didn't move to remove Remy's arm, though he really wanted to.

"No thanks, Remy. I don't relish in the idea of being remind of what I don't have anymore." Steve stood. "I have to go," He said picking up his bag and walking away.

Steve's head was in a sad place and his feet took him down a path he knew by heart. Before he knew it, he was knocking on Tony's classroom even though Russian was his next class. The worry on Tony's face was clear and Steve didn't understand why until the brunette reached up and wiped a tear away from his cheek. Steve hadn't realized that he had been crying. When he finally did, he couldn't stop it. He cried for the loss of his mom and the loss of his dad, he cried because he missed his best friend and because he had the man in front of him and couldn't tell anyone about him.

"What happened?" Tony asked, confused by the state Steve was in. Tony wasn't very good with emotions and he'd never seen Steve like this. He supposed, given everything that had happened in Steve's life in the recent past that a small break down during the holidays was expected. It didn't make it any easier to see though.

"I miss my mom. I hate holidays and everyone keeps asking me what I'm doing for Thanksgiving and I just want to tell them all to fuck off, but I can't, because that's not the kind of person I am." Steve's tears had stopped and Tony was grateful. He liked that Steve came to him to talk, but Tony didn't really know what to say. His parents and him didn't have the kind of relationship that Steve had with his mom. When Tony's parents died, it hurt, Tony was sad yeah but it didn't cause him as much pain as Steve. He had been used to living on his own by then and had long since learned that his parents were simply financial backers and nothing more.

"Well sure you can! Come on Steve say it with me...FUCK OFF! See, how hard is that?" Steve gave Tony a scathing look that didn't reach his eyes. The laugh also didn't match the look. The sound was a welcome one.

"Hey, how about we do something for Thanksgiving." Tony said, hoping that his idea wasn't coming at a horrible time. He had meant to talk to Steve about the holiday the day Bruce had mentioned it but well...

"Yeah?" Steve asked, "You don't strike me as the giving thanks kind of person." Tony gave Steve a mock wounded look and it made Steve roll his eyes.

"No but really, you come over, we can do the turkey day dinner thing, watch some sport that you like, I'm sure there's one on. Some guys throwing a ball of some kind around in tight pants. I won't even get jealous if you drool a bit." Steve laughed again. Tony really liked that sound, much better than the sounds of sadness. Sadness, pain and sorrow belonged nowhere near Steve and Tony had somehow made it a mission of his to keep those feelings away.

"Alright, we can do that. I promise not to drool over any guys in tight pants, unless you're the one wearing them."

"Oh my god, you are such a sap Rogers. Now get out of here before I give you detention for bothering me." Steve kissed Tony on the nose, making him wrinkle it in mock disgust.

"Is that a promise?" Steve whispered in Tony's ear, warm breath fanning out across his neck making Tony shiver. Before Tony could respond, the door to his classroom was pulled open and Steve was leaving.

The rest of the week moved slowly for Steve. He hadn't been able to see Tony the weekend before Thanksgiving because Remy and Logan had dragged him out to do some shopping. Steve really hadn't wanted to go, but he needed to make an appearance so his friends would stage some sort of intervention on his behalf.

He had hung back with Carol and Janet while his two friends went and wreaked havoc in stores they had no business being in. Janet was having issues with her boyfriend Pym and Steve listened dutifully and then went home and buried his head in his pillow and ignored every single fucking call the rest of the weekend.

He and Tony had been a thing for a month, they hadn't labeled themselves boyfriends and it annoyed Steve. Steve wanted to be able to discuss things with friends. Tony was his first real relationship, which given the way they had to keep everything secret, probably wasn't the most healthy thing. But Tony made him happy and that wasn't a feeling he had felt in a long time. Not since before his dad had passed. Bucky had helped make things better after that, teaching him to play football and helping him gain muscle but Bucky was, at NYU and Steve couldn't exactly talk to him about what was going on.

Bucky had been the first friend he had made after moving to Boston. They were neighbors and Buck was a year older so he could protect Steve. With Bucky's help, though the summer before freshman year Steve had learned to play football and bulked up. The kids at Shield didn't know him but he hadn't needed to worry because being Bucky's friend was an automatic in, that had had its benefits but it also came with some consequences. Steve had never really felt like he could be himself at Shield, always needing to keep up appearances, Steve hated being popular but he hated being lonely and picked on more, so he sacrificed a few things, like happiness. But Steve was happy with Tony and he wished he could tell people how happy he really was.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to do for it so instead he moped around his friends, lucky that they took it for sadness at the loss of his mom and that was definitely there but it was because he couldn't spend time with the one he wanted to whenever he wanted. He also wondered what his mom would think if she knew who he was with. She had listen to Steve whine about how unfair it was that his Mr. Stark treated him so badly. She used to tell him that Stark didn't know what he was missing not knowing Steve for the person he was.

Knocking on Tony's door was something Steve hated doing, he had already tucked his car away in the side garage, and he knew no one else would be able to see him standing at the front door but it made him nervous. He could smell the turkey cooking and his tummy rumbled. He wasn't sure what the day would hold but it would be better than sitting at home wallowing in his own self pity.

Tony opened the door, an absent-minded look in his eyes. His normally well-put together look was in shambles. The button up shirt was undone and stained with red, bits of whatever flecked Tony's face and neck. The tie that hung around his neck was askew and the soft gray pants were rumpled.

"What happened to you?" Steve asked, allowing Tony to drag him inside. Tony was gorgeous when he wasn't put together. But Steve loved watching the man come undone more.

"Cranberry sauce blew up, I was about to go change." Steve smiled, grabbed Tony's tie and pulled him forward, pressing his lips to the smaller mans. He smiled as the man's body melted into his. Tony tasted like cranberries and sugar.

"I like this look," Steve said against Tony's mouth. Tony huffed. "Let's get you changed though, you smell funny."

"I hate cranberries." Tony grumbled as Steve pulled him down the hall by the tie. "This shirt is totally ruined." Steve laughed.

"Oh the shame," Steve paused at the door of Tony's bedroom.

"Steve, do you have any idea how much this shirt cost." Steve loved when Tony was frustrated or annoyed. He leaned down to nuzzle Tony's neck.

"I'm sure I don't." He said, flicking his tongue out to lick at a spot of cranberry sauce. "mmm, you taste good." Tony shivered and pulled away slightly.

"Don't distract me; the turkey is going to be done in an hour." Tony said opening the door behind Steve.

"You're so domestic. An hour is plenty of time." Steve pulled Tony the rest of the way through the door and kicked it shut.

A loud screeching sound woke Steve from his sleep and the smell of something burning hit his nose. "Tony!" Steve said pushing Tony to wake him. "Something's burning."

"Shit!" Tony shouted jumping out of bed and running down the hall naked. Steve had enough sense to but on some underwear on. When he entered the kitchen, Tony was yelling at his AI and pulling out the completely ruined turkey. The smell of burnt turkey hung in the air but the smoke had been filtered out but a ventilation system Tony had probably installed himself. Jarvis had turned the wailing of the smoke detector off. They had falling asleep and in that time, the turkey had burned.

"Jarvis, goddamn it how could you let this happen!" Tony was shouting and Steve just shook his head. It was hardly the AI's fault they had fallen asleep after having gotten so thoroughly distracted.

"My apologies sir, I wanted to warn you, but you put me on mute when Mr. Rogers arrived."

"Couldn't you have turned the oven off?" Tony asked frustrated, Steve leaned on the door frame and watched as his lover freaked out over a turkey.

"I do not have control of the oven sir, perhaps next time; you will pay attention for the both of us." Steve laughed. Doubled over, tears leaking from his eyes, unable to catch his breath, laughed. The whole thing was so ridiculous and all Steve could do was laugh.

"I fail to see what is so funny about this," Tony said turning around to face Steve, hands placed firmly on his hips and Steve laughed even harder.

"Oh my god! I am standing in my boyfriend's kitchen watching him fight with his AI about whose fault it is that dinner is ruined and he's naked." Tony would have laughed, because he had to admit, the image was pretty comical but he his brain had grabbed one word and hung onto it for dear life.

"Boyfriend?" Tony asked, stopping Steve from laughing. He wasn't normally one to blush, but he hadn't meant to let the word slip. He didn't know what to say, the look on Tony's face was unreadable to Steve and he was slightly panicked.

"Uhhh...Yes?" Steve said, watching Tony stalk closer. Tony didn't say anything until he was right next to Steve.

"I like the sound of that." Tony pushed up on his tiptoes and kissed Steve, erasing all of Steve's worry away. Tony was more forceful in the kiss than Steve had expected and had to place his hands on Tony's naked hips to keep himself from falling over.

"So, do you want to order pizza because dinner is clearly ruined." Tony asked placing the balls of his heels back on the ground.

"Sure, but you should probably go put some clothes on."

"Why? You like me naked." Tony said pulling away from Steve and running a hand along his half-hard cock. Steve let out a soft moan at the feeling.

"I do," Steve agreed, "But I'm hungry and while you are delicious, I want pizza." Steve smacked Tony's ass as he walked out of the kitchen and went to hang out on the couch. When Tony came back out in a pair of black sleep pants, he let Steve know pizza was on the way. The pizza would take forever because it was a holiday so they watch a football game. Well it was the background noise to Steve's sketching and Tony's tinkering with Jarvis's interface, Tony wasn't about let what happened to the turkey happen ever again.

All in all Thanksgiving wasn't so bad for Steve. He missed his mom and dad, but he had Tony to buffer the pain and that was ok for him.

I honestly can't remember if I gave out previews last chapter, but I promise to give previews if you leave me reviews. *hugs and kisses*

~Jas