A Drink and a Sketch (Avengers Steve x Tony)

Chapter 2: So much fluff

"What do you want Stark?" I hear some shuffling, "Come to the stark tower and help me with something." I chuckle and start walking in the general direction me the tower. "What do you need my help with?" I stop and sit on a bench, "it's a science thing." I chuckle, "well I don't even know how to use a computer, how do you expect me to help?" I hear him sigh, "just come and help. Bruce is busy." He hangs up before I can object. Fine Stark. I put my phone in my pocket and continue walking.

Tony's P.O.V.

After I hang up on Steve and continue to work on one of my suits, while pinned under some of my other suits. That's why I needed help. "Mr.Stark, Steve is here. What do you want me to do?" I sigh and put down my tools, "send him here. I need his help." A few minutes later Steve walks in and rushes to me. "How did this happen?" He starts removing me from the pile of suits. "Well....The suits fell out of there cases while I was working." He sighs and helps me up, "Is that all you needed me for?" He crosses his arms and looks down at me slightly, he tries to leave but he can't figure out how to open the door. I laugh at him and open it, "It's one of those doors that locks automatically. I forgot to tell you." He walks out of the room and I follow him. "I just realized how short you are without your armor." He chuckles and pats my head like I'm a child. "I actually wanted to ask you about something." I grab some scotch (because of course I replaced it) and sat down at the bar, "what do you want?"

He sits down near me before speaking. "I still don't get computers. I was wondering if you could teach me a few things?" I take a sip from my glass and gesture for him to follow me back down to where I keep my suits. We walk down the halls in silence until I show him to a computer room. He sits down at one them and stares at it blankly. "I've seen you turn it on....like this?" He pokes a button and it turns on then he stares at it again. "What do you want to know?" He turns around in his chair as I take another sip of my scotch. "The basics, like how it works or something." He grabs the mouse and shakes it around, making the cursor move. "Looks like you don't need my help." But then I realized he was just staring at the mouse. I lean over his shoulder and grab the mouse. "You looks at the screen, not the mouse." I look out of the corner of my eye and notice that's he's blushing. Why would he be blushing? I look down and notice that my hand is resting on his, and I feel my face grow slightly red. I quickly retract it and take another sip. After awhile I show him how to use the internet I leave to get a refill. Why would he be blushing? When I get back, he's laughing at the computer to the point where I thought he'd fall out of his chair. "What's so funny?" I walk up behind him and see that he's on Twitter, and that he somehow made an account without help. "How did you figure out Twitter?" He keeps laughing and then gets the hiccups. "Jarvis helped. But *hic* look at this!" I look on his screen to see what he was laughing at, he posted the video of my drunk singing. He hiccups again and I start laughing. "That's what you get for posting videos of me drunk on Twitter." I shut down the computer and he crosses his arms, "you're no *hic* fun! *hic* People loved it, especially the *hic* caption!" I roll my eyes at his childish humor. "Real mature Capsicle, real mature." He snickers and hiccups as we walk out of the room.

By the time he stops hiccuping, he drops his little sketch book and it lays open on the ground. But before I can get a good look at it, he blushes and grabs the booklet. "D-did you see anything?" I shake my head and refill my glass, but he's blushing again. What was that about? I vaguely saw a the picture, it was 2 pages wide and it was a picture of me. Whatever that picture was, I bet he drew everyone in there. "Was that a picture of me Capsicle?" He doesn't look at me and shrugs. "How do you not know what you drew?" He looks and me, and he finally stopped hiccuping. "I don't know what your talking about. But don't call me Capsicle, it's weird." I roll my eyes again and set the glass down and start walking towards my suit room. "Come help me, you kinda just threw all my suits on the floor when you helped me up." He stands up and I notice he was sketching again. "Would you have preferred me to just leave you on the floor?" I roll my eyes at him again and he walks over to me. "Just come and help me." He pays my head again, "fine shorty, I'll help you." I glare at him and he chuckles, "I'm only a few inches shorter than you. So you can just shut up." He snickers and helps me with my work.

After awhile of him helping me out with stuff he leaves. "Thanks for helping me." He smiles a lopsided grin as he walks to the elevator, "no problem shorty." Before I can object he steps into the elevator and the doors close. I sigh and walk away from the elevator, to see Steve's  sketch book sitting on the counter. I feel an evil grin crawl across my face. Taking a little peak at it won't hurt anyone....right? I grab a soda and the small booklet and plop myself on the couch. I take a sip and start flipping through the pages, and stop on a odd drawing. It's of me standing in front of a desk, using 1 of my computers, face drowning in concentration. It was surrounded with question marks and a little note in the corner. 'How does he type so fast?' I look through other drawings of random things, mostly sketches of New York City. But then I come across another sketch of me Its me sitting in the passenger seat of 1 of my many cars, my mouth is hanging open and a lightly drawn speech bubble with the chorus of the song I was singing last night in wobbly letters. How did he get so good at drawing? Last I checked he was a woos trying to get into the army, or getting beat up, or singing, or fighting nazis, or being frozen in ice, for the last 90 years. When would he have time for drawing? I flip one more page and see a drawing that was from today. It was me when I was showing him how to use a computer, but it was a side profile, and I was blushing. Besides the drawing, there's a small scribble that looked like it was covering words. But instead there's just a little line pointed at my blushing face and a question mark next to it. I feel a slight blush flood my face before the elevator opens and Steve is standing there. He rushes over to me and grabs the book and then rushing out without a word. "Wait!" I rush towards the elevator but it closes before I can talk to him. What is happening to my life?

Steve's P.O.V.  (A few moments earlier)

I left the Tower after helping Tony for a few hours feeling confused. I walk back towards my small apartment reviewing what happened at the tower. Why did I blush so much?I thought I told myself I wouldn't do that anymore! Why did Tony blush? What is happening to my life? I stop in my tracks. My notebook! I start running back towards the tower as fast as I can. I can't let him look in it! He'll be mad at me for sure. When I finally reach where I left it, I see Tony casually looking through it. I run up to him and grab it, and he was on the most recent page. No no no no no! I run into the elevator and hear him yell "wait!" As the elevator door closes. I pant and look through the notebook and see that one of the pictures was ripped out when I took it from him. Was that the drunk singing drawing? I walk back to my apartment until I feel a hand on my shoulder. "You are a terrible listener Cap." I stiffen immediately and don't move even a little. "Look at me." I shake my head and close my eyes slowly. I messed up, I. Messed. Up. Now I'm going to get my face punched in by Tony. "Please." Did he just say please?