Aryes: Hey guys! This will be an 8 chapter series! Hope you love the characters and I hope they are not too OOC for anyone! I will try to make them realistic in their setting! Hopefully you guys enjoy the continuation of Dance With Me! :)
This chapter starts off with after Steve's conversation with Jarvis, and basically he went to sleep and this is starting on Tony's point of view that night.
You'll understand if you don't comprehend what the heck I just described!
Also I would love to commentate on the reviews I get because they are helpful and amazing~!
Ninelaws: This was so sweet! It's so like Tony to apologise through Jarvis, ahaha. I love how you got the marvellous Black Widow in there and it was interesting to see Steve reminisce about the past. Can't wait to read more! :)
Aryes: Thank you Honey~ I hope you like this new chapter! In many ways I find Tony like a kid, and because of his pride he wouldn't apologize directly. :)
Dawnieangel76: You've got the antagonistic relationship between these 2 down pat already! Can't wait for that unresolved sexual tension to flare during the dancing. :-) Now, not to quibble, but 1) Cap was frozen for 70 years, making it nearly 100 years, not 200; 2) Thor's girlfriend is Jane, not Kate. Just wanted to give you a heads-up before any jerks come around & give you insulting grief.
Aryes: Thnk you for the facts! I needed them from not watching a main Marvel movie for a while other than Avengers 2, but I couldn't remember that stuff! Thank you for catching that! I don't like jerks so that works :D
Warning: This is a yaoi (Male x Male) You a hater? Get out! If you love it enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers or anything like it! :)
Enjoy~!
Step 1: Training Begins Now!
A couple of minutes ago: Steve's bedroom:
"Mr. Rogers, what does it feel like dancing?" Steve paused at the odd question, usually Jarvis did not ask questions. Steve sat for a moment and thought, "um, well dancing is..." There was a silence as the hero thought and then memories of past flooded back to him, things that made dancing so amazing. "When you dance, sometimes you feel like your flying, like every move you make sends you a little higher, every motion your making is perfection, I guess you can say it gives a sense of peace and yet you feel a high from it. The adrenaline and perfection mixing into some sort of peaceful spectacle...I guess that sounds strange doesn't it? Sorry about that!" Steve said a little nervously, but Jarvis responded quickly, "No, there are many human emotions that baffle me so it is not strange at all. You make the feeling a bit easier to understand. Perhaps there is a greater purpose to the healthful exercise that is dancing." Steve smiled at the response and quickly Jarvis concluded his business, leaving the blonde to stew on the many things that had happened that day...
The present: Tony's lab:
'Well, well, well' thought Tony with a smirk slightly listened to Jarvis replay Steve's message to him along with his current mental/emotional state, Tony laughing as he heard Steve's anger through his voice along with the emotional monitor on the screen. The laid back brunette was in a strange desk chair that could lean back almost 180 degrees from the seat, but he kept it enough so he could lean back comfortably. Stark scratched the small hairs on his chin, making a satisfying noise that helped him think as he heard Jarvis shut off the recording near the end abruptly. This caught Tony's attention, the waves on the screen that signified the length and emotional state of each word said was stopped before it could get to the end. Jarvis played every video to the end so this made Tony pause ad he vaguely heard Jarvis speaking to him, trying to get his attention.
"Sir? Are you alright? Tony, are you alright? Should I get Ms. Potts for you? Or The Captain? Tony-"
"Jarvis, play the last part of the video." There was no humor in the voice, it was a mix of curious and a vague of pride. There was a silence that followed, nothing happened.
"Sir, The last part of the video was simply a question I had for the Captain, I am not sure if he would appreciate you listening in on our conversation past the point of my question." Tony's eyes widened and he turned to study the emotional patterns. There was confusion then something akin to happiness then there were points of pain then their was more of the peaceful vibe from before.
"What did you ask him?" the brunette wondered out loud, "I simply asked what did dancing felt like. Judging on the way Mr. Rogers danced in the ballroom I was curious as to why his emotional state seemed to flurry." Jarvis answered, and the genius languidly stood up for a moment and typed quickly on the computer bringing up the camera readings on Steve Rogers. You see, every guest who walks into the Stark tower receives a bit of extra attention now from his cameras, emotional feedback helps Tony distinguish lies and helps discern what is true. This was especially helpful when Tony chose his business partners and helpful when he made deals with strangers. He even had a pair of light yellow shades that were used particularly for that purpose if he was out and about, it was immensely useful to watch someone's metal status.
All the Avengers were watched closely since they lived in Stark Tower, Banner was watched even more carefully than the others for obvious reasons. Most of the Avengers had pretty easy to read files, physical, mental, emotional, and social. They were all balanced most of the time, but there was one Avenger that Tony had taken a note to watch more closely this last month or so, Captain America. Tony had only noticed it a week ago after he went to a meeting but as he checked the status of his fellow housemates, he saw something. Something that was rather alarming, on Steve Rogers files there was an anomaly of motions flurried together in amassment. It was mainly at night times where this amassment of emotions happened, which is common during sleep, but there was an undeniable strangity to this particular emotion so he had told Jarvis to monitor the Captain more closely. The readings were undeniably depressing, at least Tony got out once a week or so, but the blonde buff hadn't been in outside on the ground in a whole month except for his jog and during that time he did not contact another being.
Steve was a stranger person than Tony had ever known, because even though Banner had a green monster inside of him, he still got out and met people. Steve somehow met the loneliness with peaceful things. Things that Tony was surprised he did, Steve baked and cooked for them even though they never said a word of thanks. The blonde loved flowers, reading, drawing, working on repairing cars, dancing, martial arts movies, anime, and cartoons. The brunette had been thinking about Steve even before he approached him for a proposition, which was indeed a very real thing still in Tony's mind, but the super soldier had been too amusing to tease today. He was just too serious all the time! Maybe, after the dancing lessons were over Tony would take him to a bar and get him out of the tower for a while.
"Play the recording, I promise I won't tell him about it," Tony bantered and there was a pause.
"Is that a promise sir?" the automated voice ventured and Tony pursed his lips as he answered.
"Yeah, you can even shut down my calls for a day if I break my promise!"
"Sir, that would be more problematic for us and then you would hide in here all day." Tony smirked at the comment.
"Sure would," and there was an automated sigh as Jarvis played the rest of the audio. That smirk that Tony had in the beginning slowly faded and he waited a moment after the video was over, thinking silently to himself.
"Jarvis, what time does the Captain get up at to make breakfast?" asked Tony and instantly Jarvis replied, "Lately, he gets up around 7 o'clock and begins to cook at 8 sir."
"Move my morning meeting to 9:10, and wake me up at 7 tomorrow." There was a pause but Tony stood up and looked at his large watch, "10:43"
"I will arrange it sir, would you like me to inform Mr. Rogers of your presence tomorrow morning?"
"Nope"
Morning
Steve's blue eyes flitted open to filter in the bright light of morning, his whole body humming with the thrill of a dreamless night. No nightmares. No dreams. Just silence. Steve stretched in his bed, his red plaid pajama bottoms ruffled as he moved his body out of bed and yawned silently almost breathless. The blonde gently touched his hair and grimaced at the feeling of it flying in different directions, he really had terrible bed hair. He stood up gingerly, twisting his body left and right, trying desperately to stretch everything out so he wouldn't be so stiff. Today was day one of Waltz training for Tony so Steve had to be in excellent condition too!
The blonde yawned once more before going to his closet to gather some clothes to get a shower. His shower took around 15 minutes and combing his hair to behave was around 10 minutes to do, for some reason it was being unreasonable. Today, Steve had a tropical looking tank top with a pair of blue jeans on, he didn't wear shoes in the morning typically because he saw no use for them, the Stark Tower was practically spotless from the lack of use. Steve yawned once again as he wondered out into the living room and stopped when he saw the light on. The blonde's eyes widened to the point of being comparable to a cat's eyes, his eyes surveyed the room with a critically sweeping gaze. He went over to a large vase and picked it up gently, holding it at an angle to bash someone's head in. Slowly, Steve tiptoed into the kitchen, eyes sweeping the area before stopping on Tony's very amused face.
"Good morning Captain, what's for breakfast today?" Steve scowled at the innocent morning voice and with quick gentleness he set down the vase he had been holding as he spoke, "What are you doing here?" The brunette looked up in false confusion from his coffee, "This is my house, why wouldn't I be here?" Steve pinched the bridge between his nose and breathed out softly, "You know what I mean." Tony smiled again, but it was more mocking than anything at the moment. "Well, I am having a meeting at 9:10 so I decided to get breakfast warm for once." The blonde had nothing to say other than, "You can make your own breakfast Tony." The genius made an "O" with his mouth and asked, "Is this about my teasing I did yesterday? Come on now Cap, how old are you? I apologize for making fun of the waltz and you. Please! I need some breakfast before I go to this meeting!" Tony pleaded.
Steve gave him a dark look before grabbing the bridge of his nose and breathing out, it seems to have become a habit when dealing with the infamous playboy. "Fine" he relented eventually, "Anything in mind for breakfast then?" Tony smiled genuinely, "your eggs are awesome so something with eggs! Anyway you want to make it is fine." Steve stared evenly with a pensive look on his face, trying to figure out what they would eat. Ah, he wanted an egg sandwich on toast with a slice of ham, cheese, egg, and bacon, that sounded splendid.
"Do you mind ham or bacon?" At the question, the brunette gave a confused look but he answered no. Steve turned to get started on making their sandwiches and didn't even notice the growing smile on his face as a few thoughts went through his head. 'I am making breakfast for someone' , 'I hope he likes it' , 'Can't wait for him to take a bite and thank me, that sly bastard finally will be glad I am here' , 'I am going to eat with someone' , and the last thought was a repeat of one earlier, 'I hope he likes it'.
"So, when are you free this evening?" asked Steve as he cooked the eggs in the pan, shaking salt and pepper in for taste. "Woah, are you asking me out Captain? I didn't know you swung that way." This comment confused the blonde as he turned with the expression evident on his face, "Swung what way? What are you talking about? I was just asking if you had free time to start practicing the waltz. What were you talking about?" asked Steve with exhasperated look on his face, and he heard Tony laughing at him. This put the blonde in a bit of a pissy mood as he turned with the pan and said, "Would you stop laughing at me? At least tell me what's so funny!" Tony stopped and then abruptly asked with a pointed look, "Do you know what the word 'gay' means or the word 'homosexual'?"
"Gay means happy, right?" asked Steve now a little more than uncertain about his prior knowledge as he saw Tony smirk a bit too lustily for his taste as he chuckled lightly. "Nope, well technically it still does but also is a title in a sense. Back in the dinosaur age, was there any men who had sex with other men? Or lusted after them the way some lust after a woman?" Tony asked and Steve's face flushed red and he turned from the burning stove to screech at the shameless genius, "TONY!" But the genius pushed on with a pointed answer, "Nowadays gay means homosexual which means men who love men. There are also women that love women and then there is a whole 'nother side of the sexual spectrum I am not going to introduce ye-" "-T-TONY!" Steve screeched again, but then he stopped to flip the eggs and Tony spoke some more, "Basically all you need to know Cap is that when someone asks, 'Do you swing for the other team?' or 'Swing that way'. They are asking if you are homosexual. There are also people who love both sexes in the sexual way and those people are called bisexuals-"
"Alright, I get it already. Yes, your joke was funny. Hilarious." the soldier said dryly and then there was some silence that passed then he heard the brunette snickering behind him at the table. "Your still red in the face Capsicle! Cool down, I am just educating you, not making fun. I swear. I am just curious though. Which are you?" The blonde turned to get the toast but he had time to toss a steady look towards Tony, "Why does it matter? How did we even get talking about such crude things at the table? If you are so interested then you tell me first." Stark smirked and shrugged, "That's easy, I am bisexual." The blonde sighed and muttered under his breath as he finished their food, "Wow, what a surprise."
"So, your turn Captain."
The remark was made and seemed to disappear into silence and what was left was Tony staring pointedly at Steve, who was currently eating his sandwich at the other end of the table. "Hey, you didn't answer the question," Tony said and the blonde stopped eating and said with a honest look, "I don't know." The millionaire stared at Steve with a dumb look as he said with a bit of disbelief, "Really? No way, at twenty whatever you should have figured it out by now!" "Shut up, how do you know if you haven't even-" there was a pause in the shout that Steve had just done, it was almost suffocating as the air around them felt tenser, so the soldier changed the subject, "So, when do you plan on practicing today?" Tony smirked with a cheeky smile and replied back, "When are you free?"
"Anytime," Steve replied with a firm tone, he could play this game of Tony's. "Alright, how about 5 tonight to about 8?" Tony asked and Steve nodded then stopped. "Are you going to eat?" asked Steve a little concerned at the untouched food, but then the millionaire picked up the sandwich and bit into it. There was a noise that came from Tony as he bit into the blonde's egg sandwich. It was a groan of delight, then there was the sound of a glass of water falling onto the table, both around the same time. Steve's face grew a bit red on his ears as he felt them heat up at the brunette's noise and he shouted, "Geez, you scared me!" The soldier covering up the real reason why he had dropped the cup onto the table.
That noise had actually caused Steve to loose his grip from shock and from a shot of arousal that went down south. It was only a natural reaction to such a lewd sound! The past had shown Steve that sounds aroused him more than any physical stimulation could, so he really couldn't handle hearing sex noises of any kind! He stood up and hurriedly put the dishes in the sink and went back to his room, there was no goodbye to their meeting. There had only been an awkward wave of hand in Tony's direction and the blonde hoped that Tony didn't understand what had just happened. Even Steve didn't know what had happened, but unfortunately for Steve, Tony caught what had happened.
As the blonde left the room, the brunette felt the smirk grow on his lips and he felt himself shake with laughter! This was too much for Tony to take, the blonde was so easy to mess with! The genius knew what the comment earlier had meant, or at least he was pretty sure about it. 'How do you know if you haven't even _' the answer to the blank could be one of two things, kiss or had sex. Either way, Tony felt a kick in the gut for teasing the man, but Rogers should know by now that Tony would do that. 'So the Captain's a virgin?' Tony took a step back in his thoughts to evaluate some things, could the Captain perhaps actually swing that way? If he did would he be a top or a bottom? What would his type be? Tony had some experience with men before, he preferred women over men though, but when he was feeling pent up or angry, Tony would grab a guy from the bar and fuck them into oblivion.
The thing was that Tony had guys, playmates as many would call them, on speed dial. Maybe if Steve wasn't sure about his sexuality, he could call up some gal and guy and just have a little party, maybe he would even join in on the fun. 'Really? Would I join in if Steve was in the middle of sex?' the brunette wondered honestly as the previous thought ignited a strange tinge of lust. The Captain had a pretty desirable body yet he acted as if no one would want him, it was odd seeing someone so close to perfect deny himself something as wonderful as intimacy. It confused Tony to no end and made him wonder what type of childhood the other man actually had to make him that way. The genius wondered if he had the chance, would he really break his 'no fucking work partners' policy for Steve if the chance ever arised? You see, Tony only topped and he'd like to keep it that way, images of an needy lustful Steve was impossible for him to imagine since he had never even seen Steve really smile at him at all or cry, he had never seen Steve do anything vulnerable in front of Tony. There was always a scowl on his face when Tony walked in the room, how on earth could he change Steve's mind on something like that?
'When has he smiled at something?' thought the genius as he thought back on when he first met Steve. He smiled when he accomplished new things, whenever the blonde saw an animal, whenever he was with Thor, Natasha, or Banner, whenever he heard old music, or...Tony paused and he felt the idea dawn on him almost immediately, Steve loved dancing, he had even said so to Jarvis. If Tony learned to dance the waltz, then maybe the Captain would dance with him and like him more. True, Tony was currently into Pepper Potts at the moment and he was hoping to impress her with his flawless dancing and sweep her off her feet, but to do that he needed Steve, and a whole lot of him, so Tony needed to make Steve want to help him. It is said that a man who wants to help will get more done than a man who is guilted into labor, and Tony wanted to be good at dancing the waltz.
"Sir, your meeting at 9:10 is waiting for your late appearance," the automated voice sighed and Tony smiled and glanced at his watch, 9:09. "I am not late Jarvis," Tony insisted as he stood up and walked down the hall to the elevator, "everyone else is just early." There was a silence as he walked into the elevator and pressed a button as Jarvis replied with almost a hint of sarcasm, "Of course sir."
Afternoon: 5:04 pm / Day 1
"Jarvis, where's Tony?" his gaze followed the large ceiling of the ballroom and in boredom he was counting the different colored ceiling bits that made up the impressive ceiling above. The blonde was not angry about the brunette being late simply because his punctuality was virtually non-existent, but Steve's patience when it came to learning was wide and vast so he would wait for him. "Mr. Stark is coming up the tube now so he should be here in 30 minutes, he needs to change and getting a shower is likely to be with it, so I estimate him to be in here around 5:30 pm." Steve glanced down at his watch and sighed with a small internal smile, 'At least he had tried to meet me on time.' Steve heard the sound of footsteps down the hall continue pass the ballroom and guessed that the AI was right, Tony was going to be here in 30 minutes so instead the soldier stretched his legs over his head, touching his forehead with his leg and repeating with the other leg.
Through the stretches he was doing Steve was humming an old tune he knew as a child, he remembered how he used to hum and sing when he stretched because it made his aunt smile long ago when she was slowly getting sick. The tune was a lullaby he had made up himself to lull him to sleep when his parents died. During his younger years, he had always closed his eyes and imagined it was his mother and father humming it to him, but he soon realized that that method of thought only made him sadder, because the truth is that they would never return to truly sing it to him. His aunt had taken him in soon after and had tried to get his mind off of his parents death, because even though it was sad, Steve brooded much longer than any other child and that was just unhealthy. His Aunt Regina then taught him the only thing that she could, dancing the waltz. Even before his parents death, Steve had wanted to learn to dance the waltz because of his attraction towards it, so it had been the perfect change of pace that the blonde boy had needed. Steve took to it like a cat in water though, but he worked hard to perfect his form and hopefully dance one day for his aunt.
His Aunt Regina was dying and at the time, Steve had only been 12. So, in the end of her life Steve danced for her everyday until she died, he had been 14 when she passed. The prospect of dancing had faded from his mind until now when he was needed to dance once more, this time to teach another person. When Steve had agreed to the deal he thought about his aunt, what had she been thinking bout as she taught her nephew, when she had taught her final student how to waltz. The soldier hoped that now he could understand, but he had a inkling of a feeling that he wouldn't find out, at least not with Tony. For a few moments Steve paused, listening for any signs of other human life, there were no sounds. There was a reason why the blonde paused was because he felt a small chill up his spine.
"Mr. Rogers, are you alright? Your emotional state is in an unusual state." Jarvis said, scaring the blonde as the voice usually did, but then he calmed himself. "Nothing's wrong, I just felt a chill up my spine is all and maybe being in that icicle made me panic at the cold or something," Steve replied cooly, but Jarvis knew better as he spoke again in a harsher tone. "Captain, your readings indicate that you have just lied." The blonde heard a automated sigh from the AI and Steve felt a bit bad for lying to Jarvis. "I am here if you need to speak with me Mr. Rogers, I hope you consider that when you have another 'nightmare'." Steve froze suddenly and asked instinctively, "How do you know that?"
"Well, I am requested by Tony to monitor all emotional levels and mental states of all who dwell within the upper levels of the Stark tower at all times. Mr. Stark requests them mainly for Mr. Banner and for any associates whom he is doing dealings with, it helps him distinguish whether the deal he is committing to is a fraud. I am able to detect lies by measuring their regular heart rates and mental status, so my mainframe has recorded you level of emotional stress while you have slept on a regular basis. Your current emotional status tells me you are slightly disturbed by this new knowledge." Jarvis finished as Steve stared in awe at the ceiling, not sure where to look to face the voice. Yes, Jarvis was correct when he had evaluated Steve, the blonde was slightly put off by the new information.
"Is there- I mean...um-Is it a permanent setting? Is there any way to turn off that function from your-um..programming?" asked Steve who had finally pieced together the correct way to ask a machine to correct itself. The modern words of the present were very strange so properly mixing them into his usual vocabulary was proving to be difficult. "I apologize, but the only person able to remove that function from my programming is-"
"-me,"the billionaire interjected as the sound of his shoes against the hardwood alerted Steve of his arrival and quickly the blonde stood up and faced his student. The view of the brunette crossing the room was one many would have paid millions of dollars to catch a glimpse off and Steve was lucky enough to be the exception. Tony Stark certainly liked to give the air of business when he meant it, the man exceeded the soldier's expectations by a long shot, hell, Steve had expected Tony to bail after he had rejected to train him and caused him a crazy morning. Steve literally stood corrected as Tony strode across the room in an all black suit with a red under shirt and white tie along with a look of well being.
Steve felt himself gulp with an overwhelming sense of unworthiness, just being in the same room as the brunette caused him to feel like a mooch on a successful man, especially when said man was a bisexual known more formally as a womanizing playboy. Everything about Tony now oozed with sex appeal, he was the more modern version of the standards for men, his brown hair swept back almost looking effortless except for the shine of a gel making his hair even more appealing in the light as well as dimly lit places. Tony's brown eyes seemed to possess many similar properties from his hair as they shined effortlessly like everything was so interesting even though Steve knew Tony could care less about their waltz lessons.
Then, Tony's dark brown eyes intensified 10 fold as they settled on Steve's and Steve felt a bit heated under the new attention as the billionaire smirked a coy grin, shit, Steve had been caught staring. There was an uncomfortable silence that followed but as usual Tony was the first to break it with a rather obvious comment. "I am here now," Tony announced with a very open armed gesture and a simple look that said the same thing and that was when the sudden interest in Tony dissipated from Steve's mind as he returned absentmindedly, "I can see that." Tony stalked over to Steve and looked him up and down quickly and quickly Tony judged him out loud and with no filter," Your still wearing those?" The blonde looked down at his outfit which was the same as this morning, a tropical colored tank top with a pair of american blue jeans, but Steve didn't see the problem with them.
"What?" asked Steve and he heard Tony chuckle as he spoke, "Isn't the waltz supposed to be an elegant and formal dance? How is it going to be elegant if you don't look the part like I did?" asked the brunette with an arrogant smile and the billionaire looked back at Steve who had a rather sad expression while looking at his outfit, picking at it with a concentrated expression as he spoke almost a bit sadly, "Your outfit doesn't matter in the slightest. Whether you are poor or rich, the waltz is a dance of character. It is where you can set your heart and body free within the movements, it brings out your spirit and fragility of humanity." The brunette beside him stilled and Steve looked over a bit sheepishly as his eyes flickered around the room in remembrance to another memory, "It doesn't matter if you can dance here in a grand ballroom or in the streets, all that matters is 3 things in the waltz. Remember these 3 things Tony. One, the movements, two, the emotion you wish to betray, and three, trust."
"Trust?" asked Tony quietly, almost afraid of breaking Steve from his reverie, but the blonde's bright eyes landed straight on him while answering with a smirk, 'he asked a question which means he is curious.' Steve thought and a swell of triumph filled his heart as he answered, "Trust in your partner, trust in yourself, trust is a chain link for everything in this world and the waltz is no different."
"Well, aren't you just a hallmark card? or maybe a proverb calendar." Tony said but all he recieved from Steve was a rather blank look.
"What's a hallmark card?" asked the blonde, but the brunette brushed the question aside and simply replied, "I'll tell you later, just tell me the rest of it."
"Well, basically I am asking you to trust me alright? I know this is going to be awkward for us since we don't really get along but I ask that you bear with it as I teach you the steps. The waltz was not meant for two men for a very specific reason of body positions, but you will have to deal with it until you get the basic stances and motions down." Tony looked cautiously at Steve's outstretched hand and was unsure as he reached out to it with his own hand and gently Steve took the hand in his own, pulling Tony closer to him. Steve was alright with the strange new position since he had practiced with multiple people when he had been dancing back in the past before his uncle had died in the army and he had switched his mindset to being in the army.
Before he brought Tony any closer he asked him, their bodies almost a foot away from each other as he spoke, "I am going to walk you through the most basic waltz dance, the classic version, the version many know so please follow me and my cues and try to keep the stance i put you in." The brunette made a small smile as he tried to remain serious, "Aye, aye Captain." Steve said nothing more to Tony throughout the practice except for cues and the stances and by 6 o'clock they had gone through the whole dance without having any major problems, but minor problems that needed to be corrected. By 7 o'clock, the brunette had gotten used to the blonde's closeness and became less tense, but that had provided another problem when the wide stance they had began to shift.
In the wide stance they took, both men had to be extremely careful. As Steve had not been joking when he had said that this dance was designed for men of similar build. Despite Tony being a few inches shorter, Tony had longer legs so that put their crotches at the same level. The stance required both men to bow their backs outward while spinning which requested that both partners use their lower halves as a center for their gravity, but when this happened for men it usually ended with their lower areas getting rather heavily known unless done properly. By 8 o'clock both men had evaded the awkward situation that they had had, their members accidentally brushing together on only that first spin, both learning from the incident rather than pondering on it.
"You are being serious about this aren't you." Steve said as he gave Tony a strong gaze and the brunette met it equally and shrugged, "Of course, why else would I come to you for help? I came because I wanted to learn." Steve felt a bit of shock to his system and then he accidentally let one slip. A large unfiltered smile broke his masquerade of seriousness, his gentler more vulnerable nature passing his anger changing it to contentment. "That's good,because I am seriously teaching here," his voice chuckling softly afterwards and quickly he turned with Tony in another dance circle, a small bit of flying with the movement still in his mind. The thought of being able to share that amazing feeling of losing yourself in the feeling with Tony Stark was something that made Steve's body almost shiver, but his whole body felt alighted with a strange rush so he accidentally made the movement a little more graceful, his body accidentally slipping back to a graceful feeling of flying again.
Then, Steve stopped after the spin, realizing he should have been watching Tony to cue him for the right stances, but he had felt a little elation, it was almost astounding how fast the brunette could learn. "You're a natural at this." Steve said in awe as he separated from Tony, the other man not meeting his eyes as the brunette turned and said, "Well, it's 8 so I got an appointment to get to. Is the same time tomorrow good?" "Yeah, anytime." Steve replied as he turned away to do something. He turned around but by the time he had turned back, Tony had alright disappeared. "Alright, have a good day then, couldn't even say goodbye." Steve grumbled out quietly but a bit frustrated at the other man's behavior.
"Sir, your appointment isn't until 10," Jarvis announced as Tony neared his room and the brunette brushed his hair back as Jarvis continued his evaluation, "and you emotional state is sporadic, perhaps you need time to cool down sir." The billionaire walked into his room and began to strip down to only his boxers, the door automatically shutting behind him. "Jarvis, turn off the surveillance camera from my room along with the heat sensors and audio. Come and get me at 9:30." Tony said with a tired voice as he heard Jarvis head his command with the sound of a automated confirmation, and with that Tony plopped onto his bed with a sigh, a long drawn out sigh. Relief from his aching calves and back, Tony stretched himself on the bed and thought back on the day.
Earlier today his meetings had gone perfectly and with Steve's help he felt confident he would be able to learn the waltz in less than a week.
'That's good because I am seriously teaching here.'
Tony felt himself smile softly at the thought that the Captain was taking the waltz lessons seriously, even though he had been really nothing but rude to Steve 90% of the time. He never knew why he mocked the Captain, maybe it was just personality wise that was all they could do? Tony had gotten him to smile though, the pure brilliance of the white smile he had never seen but only had heard of. The man's smile had put him off, he had been caught off guard by Captain America and the brilliant smile he had hidden whenever Tony was around him. The gesture had been soft, the moment perfect, the dance motion that they had done in that moment made the brunette connect to what he had heard from the audio Jarvis had played earlier, the feeling of flying, of being swept away by your soul and all that other sappy shit that could describe it. All of it had felt true and now he was hooked, it was like a drug to Tony now. The waltz was truly as amazing as Steve had said and now he understood why Steve had been so angry when he had mocked it.
The waltz swept away all the loneliness and sadness Tony had felt from the past and that felt nice, better than alcohol or drugs."Is that what you meant Steve by waltz being so amazing?" Tony wondered aloud, his room echoing his thoughts right back and in that moment the billionaire decided to learn the waltz as soon as possible and hopefully learn more about the answer to that question. Well, after that the brunette napped from exhaustion and Steve fell asleep at around the time Tony was woken by Jarvis for his last meeting of the night.
"Jarvis, set my alarm for the same time to get up tomorrow. I want to have some breakfast before I work on my projects," Tony said before leaving.
"Would you like me to alert Mr. Rogers of your plans?" Jarvis asked and Tony grinned slightly.
"Yeah and while your at it, tell him the chicken he left for me in the fridge was finger lickin' good."
"Do I have to deliver the exact same words sir? Audio?"
"Yep, afraid so Jarvis, audio works too. Sorry you have to be the messenger, but I need to go now so have fun oh and record his reaction for me when i get home."
Later that night when Jarvis played the audio to Steve of Tony's words he cataloged the reaction and mental state of one Mr. Steve Rogers at the request of the one Mr. Tony Stark. Needless to say the reaction and mental state were indeed a sight for amusement at least that is how Jarvis would describe it.
Aryes: Was it good? Any ideas I can work into my story guys? I love to hear ideas~! I had fun with Tony's sarcastic bites and rather mindful thought process of a genius. Hopefully their character interactions are normal! Gah! Thank you reviewers for reviewing my work and giving such great advice :) Till next time!
~Aryes