For the Love of the Captain

by Azlea

It's been seventy years since Steve Rogers last wooed a woman. It's been seven days since the Avengers saved the world from Loki's army. And it's been seven months since Lillian Stark has seen her brother Tony. When she's suddenly brought to New York for a party, what's the worst that could happen? IMPORTANT: Story is on hold until computer issues and writer's block are fixed.

3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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"For the love of God," I groaned, rolling over in bed and reaching for the cell phone on my nightstand. "This better be life threatening. Speak."

"Good morning to you too, Lily, my darling," came Tony's voice from the phone.

"Good morning?" I growled. "It's 3 freakin' o'clock! Why can't you call at a normal time?"

"I'm sorry, sis. It is a normal time over here."

"Five o'clock in the morning is NOT a normal time to call anyone, oh dear brother of mine." Grumbling, I sat up and leaned against my bed's headboard. "Now, why did you call me so god-awfully early in the morning?"

"Weeeeeell… you heard about the whole Loki thing, right?"

"Of course I did, Tony. I live in Montana, not under a rock." Shaking my head at his stupidity, I tapped my fingers lightly across the nightstand. "And you called me at 3 why?"

"Well, everyone'll be dispersing soon, so we're throwing a little party. And I thought I'd be a nice big brother and invite you, too." He sounded so proud of himself. I snickered.

"You, a nice big brother? That'll be the day."

"Don't be so rude, missy. I still have those pictures of your twenty-first birthday, and I'm not afraid to post them on Facebook."

"Don't you dare, Tony. Or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll come to New York, drop you from the top of Stark Tower, push you down a few flights of stairs, and then let you sit in a tank with some piranhas for a little while. And then I might take mercy on you. Or not." I shrugged.

"Oh, dear sister of mine, you are positively evil." Tony's voice dripped with sarcasm and mock fear. I laughed.

"I try. Anyway, I would like to go back to sleep now. I have a job to do in the morning, and I'd like to be well rested so I'm not cranky."

"Fine, be that way. Party's in a week. I've already sent the tickets. You should get them tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes. Just like Tony, to assume I was going to come. I was, but still. I might have said no. "Alright. See you in a week, then."

"Go back to sleep, wimp."

"Meanie," I muttered, hanging up on Tony's laughter. By this time, I'd been woken up, and I knew it would be some time before I'd be able to fall asleep. Might as well find something to waste the time.

Yawning, I picked up an old Captain America comic from the stack on the nightstand. You could call me obsessed, but something about the Captain made me curious. And not just because my father had known him, though that must account for part of it. He was… different than most people I knew.

And so, sipping the lemonade from that evening that was also on the nightstand, I reread about Captain America and his adventures until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

A/N So, here's the next chapter, me hearties! What'd you think? Go ahead, type a review. I won't bite. ^-^

I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day, or Single's Awareness Day, whichever you prefer. Mine was alright, although the guy I like asked one of my best friends to prom. At least I had chocolate! :D