Steve:
They laid on the couch well into the night watching movies and whatever was one TV. It was around 2 that she needed to go back to her place which luckily was only a couple of blocks away. He told his grandma and walked her home, he put his arm around her and they walked in silence. When they got to her apartment she turned and kissed him.
"You gonna be ok?" she asked, her accent being one of the cutest things about her Steve thought.
"Yeah, I'll be alright. It was nice to have you tonight," he smiled at her. He went and hugged her tight. Her smaller frame fit perfectly with his bigger frame. She lifted up her head and kissed him harder this time. He put his hands around her face and pulled her in closer. Steve couldn't tell how long they were kissing but it was perfect. He pulled back and let her go- he didn't want her to get in trouble with her parents because of him. She smiled said goodbye and ran inside leaving Steve alone, he already missed her.
As he walked back his mind thought of the future, which he never liked. All his life he had been taught that he was going into the army and that he would be a general. He had always accepted that fact. He didn't question his grandparents when they told him they expected him to. Even his aunts and uncles would send him books and videos of things that would help him in the future. But know of all times, he was second guessing himself. He didn't know if he wanted that anymore, if he and Peggy lasted until the end of senior year when he would enlist in the army what would that mean for them? He knew that military relationships were always hard, his grandmother would tell him stories about how she would often think of leaving his grandfather because of the stress of being so far away from each other all the time. And when he was overseas she got proposed to multiple times, she always said no but the possibility ran through her head once or twice. However she always told him that staying with her husband was always the best decision that she ever made. And if she didn't then he would never be here. He was sure that if he did go in the army than Peggy would wait for him, right? The swirling doubt made him sick. He was about a block away when a random guy pushed past him interrupting his thoughts.
"Hey watch where you're going!" Steve yelled at the guy. The man turned at looked at Steve, he had one long scar running down his cheek.
"You should to kid," he sneered.
"I'm not the one that ran into a random guy!" Steve shot back. He usually wouldn't argue with a complete stranger but he was in a mood.
"Shut up kid," the man advanced towards him and Steve felt something pointy poking at his side, a knife. "Unless you want to do something about it." Steve senses sharpened automatically.
"I don't like bullies," he said and held out his hands. The guy thought he was pleading but Steve was taught something that could save his life in this situation. He backed up a little bit getting into a stance, and then Steve acted. He pushed the guy back to the edge of the sidewalk and was dazed at the fact Steve was fighting back.
Steve first kicked the knife out of the guys hand and saw something on his hand, a tattoo. It was something Steve had never seen before- a straight line with a small triangle coming out the side of it. But Steve couldn't think about that right now he focused back on the guy who was coming at him. Steve did a quick side move and the guy ran into the brick wall behind him and howled in pain. Steve attempted to kick the guy over but the man swung his leg under Steve and swept his legs. Steve fell hard on his elbow and could tell he fractured it; the man stood up and pulled back his hand and socked Steve in the eye, he pulled back up to punch him again- but this time Steve grabbed a garbage can top at the second and used it as a shield. The man's knuckles contacted with the metal and Steve heard a sickening crack. The man stumbled back and consoled his wounded hand. Steve shot up keeping the can head between him and his attacker. Steve banged his make-shift shield on the perp's head a couple of times until Steve saw he had a bloody mouth and nose. He stood up and started to jog away.
"You're going to be sorry you did this." He spat at Steve and blood flew from his mouth.
"Just get out of here." Steve responded keeping his shield up. The guy ran off, Steve finally let out a breath of relief and threw the trash can head back into the ally, he could see the blood that glistened in the light. Steve jogged home and went straight to his room so no one saw his black eye. He locked through and went through the foot locker and got out some medical stuff he had gotten over the years. He put a pad at the end of his elbow and wrapped it up; it was good just for now. He threw on one of his long sleeve shirts and fell into bed and almost fell asleep right before his phone started ringing.
Tony:
Tony woke up several times through the night, some were just being uncomfortable or hot, but the 4th time he woke he couldn't get back to sleep, he quietly got out of the bed careful not to wake Pep and went over to his computer, and when that go boring he called Steve, he didn't know why but it was only 2:10 so he did.
Steve: "What the hell do you want Tony?"
Tony: "Well I'm bored that's what and you're never going to guess what I have."
Steve: "What? Another drunken girl?"
Tony: "Not just any girl… Pepper Potts"
Steve: "No you don't!" His voice was filled with surprise, fear and disbelief.
Tony: "Crazy right?"
Steve: "Tony, this is Pepper- don't do anything with her ok?"
Tony: "Relax, she just wants me to lay with her, I wouldn't do that to her, I like her too much." Tony breathed. It was nice to tell someone this, even if it was Steve.
Steve: "Ok well I also have something interesting."
Tony: "You banged Peggy?" he teased.
Steve: "Shut up Tony! No but I did get jumped kinda."
Tony: "How do you kinda get jumped?" Tony tried to keep most of the worry out of his voice.
Steve: "This guy just bumped me in the street and we got into a fight and there was this strange tattoo on him."
Tony: "I get why you're telling me you got jumped but why the detail about the tattoo?" Tony wondered why Steve included that little detail.
Steve: "Because I swore I've seen it before, in a mythology or something, can you look it up for me?"
Tony: "Why not Thor? You know he'd be good at that stuff."
Steve: "Already tried him- went straight to voice mail. You're my next best bet."
Tony: "Well since I'm up I'll try, what it look like?" Tony got ready for the interesting information.
Steve: "It was a straight line with a little triangle coming out the right side of it." Steve described, Tony drew it on one of his holographic sketchpads, Steve's memory was as sharps as an elephants so Tony didn't question.
Tony: "Ok, I think I got I'll look it up and I'll get back to you tomorrow ok?"
Steve: "Deal, night." And hung up.
"Jarvis, run this symbol through every language known to man, dead, alive or anything else." Tony commanded his computer friend.
"Yes master Stark." Jarvis replied and Tony could see from the holograms that Jarvis was running it through everything. His father had come up with the idea of the holograms but it was Tony that put them into reality. He had special projection machine all around his room so he could control it from anywhere. "I think I have a match Mr. Stark."
"Excellent work my friend, bring it up." Tony got up from his seat and walked around the room.
"I believe it's from Norse Mythology, it is the symbol that means 'thorn'." Jarvis informed him.
"Thorn?" Tony mumbled to himself. "Are you sure? Not kill, or devil or sacrifice?"
"Positive, it is thorn." Jarvis confirmed. Tony thought on this for a minute, this truly puzzled him. He walked around thinking anything that would have significance to the word thorn.
"Ok thanks Jarvis." Tony's brain hurt, part from being wasted and part from thinking about tonight. He went back into his room and laid next to Pepper again. She rolled over to where her face was to his. He leaned his head up and kissed her forehead and laid back to sleep with his head still swirling with the meaning of 'thorn'.
