The piercing beeping noise of the alarm pounded in Tony's head, each time feeling like a brick to his face.

"Alright JARVIS, I'm up. Stop the alarmmm." Tony whined out, trying to stop the throbbing of his skull.

"Good morning to you as well, sir." the AI spoke cooly. "It is 12:07 in the afternoon. Weather is partly cloudly, temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Agent Romanov and Agent Barton are away on a field mission, and Dr. Banner is away on some business for the next estimated 3 days.".

Thor was currently in Asgard, so that left only one other person whose didn't have a listed leaving from the tower for the day.

Oh shit...

Tony rubbed his hand down his face, groaning loudly. Of all the times he had to be left by himself with Captain Killjoy, why today? He got up out of his bed groaning once more, decided to shower, and just go and work on things in his workshop. At least he could go there and avoid Rogers for the day.

About 3 hours had passed. Tony was modifying bits and pieces in the gauntlet of his suit, music blaring in the background the loudest it could without causing the glass in the area to shatter. So far, he had successfully avoided any contact with Steve and had hoped it stayed that way.

But because fate seemed to enjoy messing with Tony, that streak wouldn't last long.

His music volume lowered itself and he heard access codes being accepted followed by the workshop door opening. Who else comes in but the Star Spangled pain in the ass himself?

"Hey Mr. Rogers." Tony said with spite in voice.

"How is it in the neighborhood?".

Steve held a pizza box in his hand.

"You haven't come out of your 'hole' here, so I figured I'd bring you some leftovers from supper.".

"Just set it there." Tony gestured to his work table. "I don't like to be handed things.".

Steve placed the box on the table and went to leave the workshop.

Tony scoffed a bit

"What? You don't have any comment about me insulting you or about me being a smart ass 'as usual'?".

Steve stopped, not turning towards Tony.

"No." he said calmly.

Tony chuckled dryly. "What's up with you?"

Steve turned and looked towards Tony, his facial expression a combination of upset and 'I just knew this would happen, why should I even bother?'

"So you really don't remember, do you?".

"What're you talking about, Uncle Sam?". Tony looked at Steve with a face that said 'I have no idea what you are getting at.'

Steve just put on a small, sad smile and turned away.

"Nothing. It's nothing important."

With that being said, he left the workshop.

Tony went back to work, trying to figure out what Cap meant. Maybe it had something to do with last night? Considering the hangover he had, he must have been pretty wasted. He couldn't really remember anything from last night, actually...

Oh. My. God.

"JARVIS!" Tony yelled with worry and desperation. "Show me surveillance footage about an hour prior to me going to bed!". JARVIS pulled up the surveillance videos as requested on a holo-projector. As the footage started to load, Tony hope to God he hadn't done anything last night that he knew he was going to regret.

The footage played and there it was. Tony was practically dragged to his room. By Steve no less.

Then Tony saw himself basically pulling Steve in bed next to him.

"Oh God, tell me I didn't..."

The Tony on the screen was clinging to Steve, kissing on his neck. Tony felt like he was gonna be sick, his face covered in an hugely embarrassed blush.

Wait, something else was happening on screen. Steve pushed him away. He looked like he was talking.

"JARVIS, audio on.". He could now hear Steve talking to Video Tony.

"This isn't a game, Tony. Look, I actually care about you. Although you seem to normally hate my guts, I actually like you. ".

Tony sat and listened. He never expected this out of Steve. I mean sure he has talked to Tony with this serious tone before, too many times to count, but never about something like this.

"And even though I kind of like the fact that you are wanting me with you right now, I know its only through clouded judgement... I know its not anything real.".

Oh man, Steve had thing for him. When did that happened? It couldn't have been for too long, right? He sure as hell never seemed to show it openly... Or was Tony just that clueless and blind?

"To be honest, I don't even know why I am saying any of this to you now. I know you'll just forget about it in the morning. Then you can go back to hating my guts for whatever reasons you do and I can go back to secretly caring about you like an idiot.".

So that's what Steve had meant. He was right, Tony didn't remember any of this. Tony just wasn't sure if he was better off knowing or if he should have just stayed blissfully unaware. But Steve was right about Tony going back and hating him for his own reasons.

What were those reasons again?

Sure, Steve's different mannerisms and attitude ticked him off a little bit, but none of that was any premise for hating the guy. So what was it that made Tony feel like he did towards the guy?

Then it hit him. He didn't hate the Steve he had come to know. He hated the Steve he grew up constantly hearing about from Howard. The Steve that Howard worried about finding more than he worried about his own son in front of him that he seemed to never give 2 shits about.

So all of this was just hatred towards his dad. But his dad is long since dead, so he directs it towards the closest person he felt could have been the reason. Which unfortunately was Steve.

Alright, so Tony figured out he hated about Steve, which wasn't really anything to do with Steve. So had to mean he liked him, right? So what did he like about him?

Well, due to the footage he saw last night, Steve obviously thought about what he feels is best for others before himself. He had decent morals, something that Tony seemed to toss out the window quite often. He watches out for Tony, makes sure he eats, gets sleep. Tony fights him all along the way, but Steve means well.

His leadership skills were actually admirable. He tried his best to keep the team safe and keep the morale up. His personality seemed to help lighten everyone's spirits in those situations. He was tall, strong, fast, and valiant; the epitome of a hero.

When he sat and thought about it, there wasn't really anything he actually DIDN'T like about Steve. Tony actually really liked him. So, this meant there was another thing had to do. He hated to admit it, he hated to SO much, but it had to be done.

He had to go apologize to Steve.