I had always known that Stark Tower, crown jewel to Tony Stark's enterprise, was fairly large. It took being inside to prove it further. There were lots of men dressed in black suits. We went up a few floors until we stepped out of the elevator. "Steve, you're early…" Natasha called from a room. She stepped out. "Mrs. Owens…" She shot Steve a concerned look. Steve waved it off.

"It's alright."

Clint popped his head out also. "Who's the chick?"

"My neighbor, Aurora Owens…you met her last night while you were extremely drunk."

"Ah…okay. Nice to meet you, again."

I smiled. Steve walked down the hall and knocked on another door. It opened slightly. "Hey, Bruce…sorry if I woke you…"

"No…" The door opened all the way. "I was about to go help clean up after Clint…"

Steve chuckled. "Tony is relentless."

"Everyone else has to clean up after Clint, it's the way it always has been."

"Hey, I'm going to clean up too!" Clint called.

Bruce stepped out into the hall and spotted me. "Oh, hello."

I walked forward. "Aurora Owens…"

"Bruce Banner…" He looked at Steve with a sort of smirk. Steve tried not to look phased. A door slammed down the hall.

"Steve!" A woman's voice called, and heels were heard coming down the hall quickly. "She can't be here…"

"I can leave…" I said.

He shook his head. "No…" He looked back at the woman. "Pepper, please…"

"Steve, this is a secure area…you know that. Does she even know who you are?"

I stepped back. "What does she mean?"

Steve kept his gaze on Pepper. "No."

More footsteps appeared. "Stop scaring the poor girl, Pep!" Tony's voice called out. He stood next to her. "Hello, again, Mrs.…Aurora was it? Can I call you Rori? Anyway, welcome to my Stark Tower, Rori. What do you think?"

"It's beautiful…I love the architecture."

"I did it all myself."

Pepper cleared her throat.

"With some help."

Pepper turned around and walked away. He sighed. "Alright…I'd like you guys to, you know, get started. I'm gonna show Rori around my tower…alright? Good." He took my hand. "Right this way."

I looked at Steve. "Have fun."

"I've always wanted to know…" I looked over at Tony, who in turn, looked at me. "Why Iron Man?"

He made a slight smirk and looked forward again. "It's to protect the masses, Rori…"

"But you made weapons…"

"Yeah…after Afghanistan, I changed that."

"My husband died in Afghanistan…enemy mine field. It was never detected."

"I am…sorry to hear that. I was captured there and almost killed more than once…the things I saw just…opened my eyes, so I changed my ways."

I nodded. "So, genius, billionaire, playboy is now…what? A philanthropist too?"

He laughed. "I like that…" he looked at me. "You could say that."

He punched in a few numbers into a security pad, and opened a door that lead into a room that looked like a workshop. "Speaking of Iron Man…" He walked inside. "Wake up, JARVIS…we have company."

"Good afternoon, sir…Would you like me to heat up a Sake?"

"That sounds wonderful JARVIS! Look sharp, I've got a small demonstration to do…"

"Showing off is one of your best abilities, sir."

"Did I authorize you to use that tone with me, JARVIS?"

"No, sir."

I chuckled slightly. "Who is your guest today, sir?"

"Aurora Owens…" I said, not really knowing where to direct it.

"Rori here is getting the grand tour of my tower…Steve brought her here…"

"They've begun cleaning of the Avengers floor, sir…" A screen pulled up with security footage.

"Good…" Tony punched in a few codes into his computer console. "Set 'er up, JARVIS."

He walked out onto a platform. It opened up and several arms came down from the ceiling. They were all holding pieces of the Iron Man suit. They came together quickly. He walked toward me, making the faceplate lift. "Hm? What do you think?"

"I think it's something only a genius playboy would do when he was bored…instead of having a toy train collection, you have a collection of highly techy suits to fly around with, and blow stuff up. Now if I didn't know better-"

"Which you may or may not…"

"-I'd say you have a very expensive and highly wanted set of trains."

He laughed. "I like you, kid…Where are you from?"

"Florida…"

"How old are you?"

"I'm 27 years old, and I have a five year old daughter named Larissa."

"You ever considered working for Stark Industries?"

"Never…all I've ever done was be a school teacher."

"What subject?"

"I majored in Secondary Education History."

"Well get this…I can offer you a position here, at Stark, that will pay so much more than you're making now, and you get to see me all the time. Pays off fast."

"Your Sake, sir."

"You're a life saver, JARVIS!" He grabbed the glasses after he poured some out into them, and handed one to me. "What do you say?"

"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Stark, but what would I be doing, exactly? Doesn't Pepper run the company?"

"Yeah, but I can always use staff of my own…I kind of lost all mine when I signed over the company. You won't have to quit being a teacher, if that's what worries you."

"Kind of…the kids…they're like my life."

"…Yeah."

The door opened. "Really, Tony?"

Pepper walked in and set papers down on his desk. Tony downed his Sake and placed the glass down. "What?"

She gestured to the suit. "Iron Man is not part of the building."

"Sure it is! It's part of me, thus a part of this building."

She sighed. "There are files from Fury in those folders. Read through them once you're done here."

"Always happy to oblige…"

She left, and I chuckled slightly. "I don't know, Mr. Stark…I don't think I could handle it."

"Just think about it, Rori! All the possibilities! A floor here in Stark Tower…money to spend…working for me…you're a few floors above the Avengers…right now! Tell me this isn't at all tempting to you?"

Many thoughts ran through my mind. "I think…I'll do it."

Tony walked back to the platform, and it took away all the armor. He walked back and took me by the shoulders. "Great! I'll have Pepper write up the legal papers…"

"I have a question, though."

"Anything…"

"What did Pepper mean when she asked Steve if I knew who he was?"

Tony dropped his hands and shrugged. "I think it's on Steve to tell you that."

"You're a helpful boss."

"Ah, it's great to be called that!"

I rolled my eyes. Tony walked to the door. "Let us check on their progress…JARVIS, you can take a break for now…"

The lights shut out as we walked out and to the elevator.

Steve beat Clint over the head with the stick of the broom he was holding. Clint rubbed his head gingerly. "What the hell was that for?"

"For causing this mess…I hate cleaning up after you…"

"You should have been here to stop me!"

"I was told I could stay here as I pleased…I want to feel like I'm at home, not a lab rat in some experiment of Tony's!"

Tony and I walked into the hall. "That's preposterous, Steve…I wouldn't give lab rats this small of a luxury."

Natasha handed Tony a broom. "I'm done…"

Bruce was aligning a picture frame on the wall. "Yeah, I'd like to get back to my work."

"Why not make the cause of the problems do it himself?" Steve asked, a tone I had never heard from him before. I noticed Tony grimace slightly. I could hear Clint groan. "I don't want to do it alone…"

Steve shot him a glare, and it shut him up. Tony seemed to ponder it a minute. "You know what…Clint, keep cleaning. I'll see the rest of you later for the big dinner tonight."

"Big dinner?" Steve asked. "What for?"

"I'm welcoming Rori here into the Tower! She's going to be my assistant."

Natasha snorted. Steve handed Clint the broom he was holding. "Have fun…" He stood next to me.

"Lunch sounds good about now," I said to him. He nodded.

"Yeah…See ya, Tony."

We started to walk down the hall. "Wait, Steve!"

Steve turned around and walked up to him. "What, Tony?"

I was too far away to hear the conversation.

"You have to tell her about who you really are…she asked me, but I didn't say anything. I saved it for your ass to tell her."

"Why do I have to tell her?"

"You like her, don't you?"

He didn't say anything. "Steve, I'm not stupid. You wouldn't have brought her here. And what will you tell her if you're injured real bad in a battle, hm? Don't miss this opportunity…or I just might pick it up."

He turned away from Tony and walked up to me. "Let's go…"

I sat alone in a booth. I stared at Stark Tower across the street. Plates hit the table, and I looked over. The waitress smiled slightly and walked away. I looked back out the window. Steve slid in on the other side of the table. "Sorry…"

"It's alright…" I looked over and smiled. He picked up the sandwich on his plate. I didn't really touch the salad I ordered, just picked out a few things and munched on them. He looked at me concerned and placed his sandwich down. "Is something wrong?"

I looked up from my plate. "No…No, everything is fine."

"You sure…"

I paused a moment. "Who are you…really?"

He wiped his hands on a napkin. "I'll show you…we'll take this food, and go to my room in Stark Tower…and I'll show you."

I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. He caught his error and a slight red blush formed over his nose. "Not…like that…I didn't mean that…"

"I know…I enjoyed that little look of distress, though."

He dropped his head onto the table. The waitress walked over. "Everything alright?"

He pulled his head up. "The check and two boxes, please."

We walked across the street, and back inside the warmth of Stark Tower. We went up to the floor he had been previously cleaning, and he typed a code into a box next to a door. It hissed open. He walked inside, and I followed. "Good afternoon, Captain Rogers…Your room has been cleaned and set to your comfort…do you plan on staying long?"

"I don't know yet, JARVIS…but, thank you."

There was a TV and a computer in the room. He opened the door to a closet. "Come here…"

I followed him inside. He turned on the light, and a small room was illuminated. There were posters and old war weapons and military uniforms. Articles hung on a billboard. I read one. "Captain America on his way to victory over the Nazi intelligence group HYDRA!"

More articles about Captain America jumped out until I realized they were all about him. There were action figures and comic books on a shelf. I turned around to see where Steve was. My eyes widened. I walked over slowly, staring into the glass case that held the entire ensemble of Captain America. I looked at him. "I understand now…"

He opened the glass case and picked up his shield. He held it up, and I ran my hand over the smooth metal and painted finish. "It's beautiful…"

"Vibranium…Rarest metal on earth."

"How rare?"

"This is it."

Another question pulled its way forward. "How are you still here?"

He placed the shield back, and lowered the glass case. He walked over to the board covered in articles. "At the end of the war, I crashed the HYDRA plane I was fighting on into the Arctic…I was cryogenically frozen for 70 years before anyone found me…That's how I'm still here."

I remembered his comment about hating the cold, and grimaced. I knew I would too. I took his hand. "Thank you for telling me this, Steve…"

"You shared much to me about your life…I figured I could do the same…"

His fingers intertwined with mine. I looked at them. I hadn't believed I could ever fall in love again. I looked back up and smiled. He leaned down and caught my lips with his own. I unhooked my fingers from his and placed my arms around his neck. He placed his hands on my hips. I broke for air, and moved my hands down to place them on his chest. He stayed leaned in close. "I guess this…goes without saying?"

I nodded.

So I guess I'll be using that demon line thing to seperate my paragraphs and time lapses and stuff...bleck, I hate not being able to space out my paragraphs AND not being able to use the TAB key.