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It had been two weeks since your arm had been twisted into going to another of your father's parties. Exams were over and you felt like you could finally breathe. You felt relief that the only avenger you had came into contact with was Captain America. You rolled your eyes just thinking about your father's antics when it came to him, but couldn't help but giggle as you remembered that he came in complaining last week after a meeting at shield, you could still hear your father's voice in your head, "Your Grandpa was crazier than I thought, thinking he is something special, he is as special as a pack of kool-aid all sour until you mix in the secret ingredient" Sometimes your father surprised you with references, and you cannot ever remember the man drinking kool-aid much less making any.
Your immediate plans, since it was eight am were to go down stairs and wrangle yourself something for breakfast, that evening was your graduation ceremony and you wanted to have plenty of time to get ready. Fingers crossed your father would not only remember it but not be trying to save the world.
Since you were the only one in the tower other than your Dad and Pepper you didn't bother to change out of your pajamas, (Y/F/T) and a pair of short shorts. You made your way to the kitchen with every intention of making a batch of cinnamon rolls. You had a nanny once when you were six who made them homemade and you were hooked.
Getting the ingredients wasn't a problem for you as it was your kitchen and you knew where everything was kept. Which you should, you were the only one who really cooked out of yourself, dad and Pepper. The hard part came when you went to get a mixing bowl. Really you wanted to roll your eyes, who would place a bowl there out of your reach. The only thing that standing on your tip toes did was cause your shirt to ride up. You were so intent on getting the bowl, you didn't notice someone else come into the kitchen. You bit your lip and you used your upper body strength to pull you onto the counter, where you carefully got onto your knees in order to reach the bowl that you were planning to use in order to whip together the precious goodness you had been thinking about since you stepped foot on the elevator this morning. Placing the bowl beside you on the counter you were still currently knelling on, you turned your body gauging the angle you would need to step down in order to arrive on the ground safely.
The balance God's were apparently on vacation when as soon as you put your right leg down in order to get back onto the kitchen floor you lost control and slipped from the counter. You squeezed your eyes shut preparing to feel your self become best friends with the tile below you, when instead you felt warm hands surround your waist, "Are you alright Ma'am" the voice ask softly as he helped you right yourself.
"um yes thank you" you told him honestly.
"It was Y/N right" Steve ask you and you just nodded your head, you didn't trust the you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself, especially since you noticed that he was wearing athletic pants hanging low on his waist and a tee shirt you were sure had to be so tight it was illegal in at least 17 states.
It took him a minute to let go of your waist and if you were honest with yourself, you didn't mind. You knew you should, the man was the same age as your grandfather even if he still had the looks of a Greek God, and your father had no love lost for him, which meant you should keep your distance as well. You couldn't gain the favor of your father if you were fawning over the keeper of justice. You noticed he was still staring at you, and you had the decently to blush as you realized you were in your shirt and shorts that were barely there.
"sorry" you stuttered out before your brain remembered you were a Stark and this was your home, "I wasn't aware that there would be anyone else in the tower this morning except for my father and Pepper."
Steve's ears turned pink, "I am sorry to impose ma'am, Tony graciously allowed me to take up a guest room in the tower, until my apartment can be restored"
You blinked, "How long have you been living here" You questioned, seriously did your father think that someone else living in the tower was something that you wouldn't need to know.
"Since just after the battle of New York Ma'am" he told you rubbing the back of his neck. You were dumbfounded, not only was someone else living in the tower, they had been at the latest since the party your father forced you to go to, and you hadn't even realized it.
"How did I miss that" you heard yourself utter and Steve gave you a small smile,
"I haven't really been here much, missions and training take up most of my time" he told you.
You nodded finding that answer acceptable, you knew your father had been super busy with the whole new Avengers Inicitive, and as much as you really wished your father would have ask you how you felt about people you don't know living in your space it was still his tower and you couldn't get mad at him if he wanted other people to live in it. However you could hold a grudge that he at least didn't mention it to you even in passing, Hell he could have at least had Jarvis let you know.
You turned back to the bowl that you had placed on the shelf earlier throwing ingredients into it as you stewed over your father and his lack of communication, "Do you like Cinnamon rolls Mr. Rogers" You ask him and you placed a whisk in the bowl and started stirring.
"I am sure they will be delicious" He told you, "And please call me Steve" he told you as he took a seat at the bar that was directly across from you.
"Only if you call me Y/N" you told him turning to smile at him. He smiled back and you felt your heart flutter. Stop that you commanded yourself silently. It wouldn't do good to fan girl over Captain America, or Steve Rogers as he was one in the same. You were to old to fangirl, and you were almost acting like you had never had a conversation with a guy much less a date with one. While you couldn't boast that guys were lining up at the door to take you out, you had your fair share of dates, well ones that your father didn't know about. Any dates that he knew about usually lasted for the night, as he had a habit of running them off, or having Happy tail you and run them off especially after the whole I am Iron Man Incident.
You engaged Steve in conversation about how he was liking the 21st century so far while the cinnamon rolls where baking in the oven. Just as the timer went off and you put on oven mitts to get them from the oven you heard the elevator ding.
"Good morning Y/N/N" Tony called as he made his way into the kitchen, "Is that your famous cinnamon rolls I smell" He ask a smile on his face as he kissed you on your cheek.
"Yes Dad" You told him as you placed them on the counter to cool.
"Morning Capciscle" he acknowledged and then he seemed to do a double take, "Wait, Rewind" He said out loud, "What is my teenage daughter doing in the kitchen with no pants and Cap here sitting ogling her."
Steve made a choked noise and you just looked at your father, "That would be your fault dad" You told him not missing a beat.
"My fault, excuse me Tony Stark has not and will never be at fault for a geriatric looking at a teenager" he told her stubbornly.
"Well Father dearest, had you told me he was living in the tower, I wouldn't have came down in my pajamas's" you told him matter of fact, as you took plates from a cabinet above your head. You starting dishing out cinnamon rolls on them. You handed the first on to Steve, "Hope you like it" You smiled at him ignoring your father's incredulous look.
"You gave him the first one" He accused still looking at you.
"It's not like it is the only one Dad" You told him handing him the next one, "Sit down and eat your breakfast"
" and I did tell you that Captain Icicle was staying here" Your father continued to argue as he took a seat.
"When" You ask going to the coffee pot and pouring a cup and fixing it how you knew your dad liked it and sitting it in front of him.
"Jarvis, when did I tell Y/N that Captain Rogers and the rest of the avengers were going to have rooms in the tower" Tony ask
"You didn't sir" Jarvis answered him.
You just gave your father a look, the one that said I told you so, and you turned to Steve, "Can I get you some coffee" You ask politely
"OK hold up new rules for the tower" Your father put his hand up, "You young lady must wear pants, or at least shorts that go to your knees in the tower, and Frosty here has to get his own coffee" You rolled your eyes at your father as you proceeded to get a cinnamon roll for yourself.
"Dad you need to calm down, no need to short circuit your reactor, I have to go get ready for today." You came around the bar and kissed him on the cheek before you turned and smiled to Steve, "See you later Captain" you winked at him knowing full well your father could see you, and made your way to the elevator.
"Also no winking or being polite to anyone over 65" Your father yelled at your retreating back as you couldn't help but let out a giggle.