Steve set down his menu and took a sip of his water that the waitress had just brought him. On the other hand, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol and dumped half of it into his coffee.

Steve just sat and watched. He didn't want to get in a fight over this.

Tony took a big gulp of his coffee. "So I was thinking that we should have a party. Not like a 'party party' but like a gathering. With the team and everything, last time we got cut short."

Steve scoffed. "I wonder why." He whispered under his breath.

"What was that?" Tony lightly pounded his fist on the table.

"Nothing I just said that-"

"Sorry to interrupt but what can I get for you both?" The waitress flashed a big smile at Steve.

"I'll just have whatever the special is." Steve smiled back at her, then she turned to Tony.

"And for you sir?" Her voice had the same amount as enthusiasm, but her smile had almost completely disappeared.

"I'll take the same."

"Of course." She took the menus, smiled at Steve again, and walked away.

"We can't go anywhere without you getting hit on." Tony glared at Steve. "If only they know your personality. They'd realize that you're eye candy and that's about it. Although you can be a good fuck. But you don't even let me do that anymore." Tony finished his coffee and waved to a waitress carrying a coffee pot.

Steve kept his eyes low and on the table. He didn't like when Tony talks to him and about him like this, but he wasn't going to change anything.

"Okay so back to the party thing. What do you think?"

"I think that you should do the party if you want to."

"That doesn't answer the question Steve."

"I'm sorry." Steve kept his eyes low. "I think it's a good idea. I haven't seen the team in a while."

"See sometimes you say smart things." Tony smiled.

The waitress stopped at the table to drop off extra napkins. She then took out a small piece of paper and set it down next to Steve's silverware. She blushed slightly and walked away.

Before Steve could even look at the paper, Tony had reached across the table and grabbed it.

"It's her number. That bitch." Tony made his way out of the booth, laid 2 $20 bills on the table and walked out. Steve followed him slightly behind, but was stopped at the door by the waitress.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She was bright red.

"No, darlin' you did nothing wrong. Have a nice day." Steve smiled and walked out the door.

"Thank you! You as well!" She yelled back.