"You can't tell me you haven't been on a boat, Cap," Tony remarked, walking out towards the yacht's railing. Steve was leaning against it, his eyes wide as he took in the sight around him.
"O-of course I have, Tony, but… but not like this, I haven't."
The waves below them were clear as day, bright and blue. Tony could see the sparkle they reflected in Steve's eyes. While Steve was gazing out into the sea, pointing out the dolphins that chased their boat, Tony just stared. He didn't have to watch the excitement in the waves, he could see them perfectly from Steve's blue eyes.
He couldn't help but realize how perfect Steve was, in every way. There was the physical perfection that Dr. Erskine created, the firm muscles and the abs of steel; the side of Steve that everyone adored—the hero. Others adored his general personality. He was a do-gooder by all means; helping old ladies across the street and rescuing kittens from trees. Steve Rogers was the perfect hero that everyone asked for.
But that wasn't what Tony saw.
The Steve that Tony saw was the determined, yet obviously annoyed, expression when he learned how to work the computer; the artist who took in every detail, carefully picturing them in charcoal; the amazed stare as Tony showed him the latest Stark Ind. Invention; the clumsy footwork as he learned how to dance; the honest laugh when they lost horribly, albeit hilariously, at Mario Kart; the small shy smile that was reserved only for him.
And that was the Steve he saw now.
"Hey, Tony," he started, pulling Tony from his thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you," he said, reaching for Tony's hand, the same smile dancing across his face.
This was the Steve that, to him, perfect in every way.
Song: Dolphin by Alexander Rybak
A/N: Ugh. This was awkward. It started out great. And then just fell off the boat. (rimshot). Only one today, as I'm going to start working on a much bigger project.