Why was he so nervous? It was just a date; dinner at some fancy restaurant, small talk. He'd had plenty of those before. It wasn't even like he was trying get his date in bed—not like he would be worried over something like that. It was just your average first date. Except it wasn't.

This was a date with Steve fucking Rogers.

Tony didn't know what it was about Steve that made him double check himself in the mirror, wonder if he should wear the blue shirt because Steve said he looked good in blue, stutter every time they talked, caused his breath to stop when his name passed those lips. Even now he was practically tripping over himself, obviously trying too hard to make the best first impression.

Though, in reality, Tony wasn't sure why he had to try so hard. Steve, against all odds, had decided that going on a date with the infamous playboy wasn't such a horrible, disgusting idea.

Okay, so maybe he had a chance that he wasn't making such a ridiculous fool out of himself. Great. So the odds went from 90% to about 85%.

"Should I get flowers? No, that'd be stupid. Steve isn't a girl. He's a grown man. Why would I buy flowers for a grown man?" Tony contemplated aloud. Dummy was following his pacing, the small whirring of it's head announcing every time he turned around. "You know what? Maybe I should probably call the whole thing off. JARVIS, could you call Steve and tell him I'll have to take a rain check? This obviously isn't one of my better ideas. Maybe I could just hide in the lab, pretend like I'm not here."

"Sir, I believe it would be just as easy to tell him yourself."

"What? No that's the whole reason I asked-" Tony stopped at the low cough from behind him. Low and behold, there was Steve behind him, looking as hot as ever, and was he laughing at Tony? There was definitely some form of a smile on his lips, although it be just as shy and bashful as ever.

"You know, just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I wouldn't like flowers."

Tony just stared at him, the words processing slowly through his computer of a brain. Realizing how stupid he had to look, Tony practically jumped.

"Flowers? You want flowers? I can do flowers. Well I can't. But Pepper can. JARVIS, call Pepper. Tell her I need-" He was caught off guard by Steve's now audible laugh. It took Tony a second to realize that Steve was walking towards him.

"Tony?"

"...Yeah?"

"Let's just go eat," he suggested. Tony practically melted when Steve flashed him a smile. "T-That's assuming you still want to."

Tony stood there for a second.

"Yeah... of course. I was the one who asked you out remember?"

Satellite by Lena Meyer-Landrut

A/N: Have I ever mentioned how much I love the idea of Tony freaking out over his first date with Steve? Of course Steve would be just as nervous, but Tony wouldn't notice it. I absolutely love this song.

I forgot to mention in the last drabble, that writing will be sporadic for a little while. And I can't guarantee anything of quality will come at times. But I'll try my best. SteveTony is a great way to get your mind off of things.