The taxi pulled up outside the house that Steve had grown up in. He could see his mom inside, rushing about, cooking a real feast. There were so many cars about, it looked like she had invited the entire family.
"Here we go," Tony said encouragingly. He removed their bags from the trunk of the taxi and then they walked up the steps. Steve knocked, hesitantly.
The door flew open without Steve even having to knock a second time. There stood his mother, covered in flour from head to toe.
"Stevie! You're home!" she exclaimed, her happiness obvious by the way her voice went all high-pitched. "Hugh, come quick! Steve has returned...and he brought a friend."
Bracing himself, Steve stepped into the doorway of his parents home. He heard all the familiar sounds--the drone of the TV, the water incessantly running in the bathroom. The smells were familiar too. Freshly baked bread and newly mopped floors.
"Who is this young man?" Hugh asked, his large voice booming off the walls.
Steve braced himself. Then, slowly, he grabbed Tony's hand. "Mom...Dad, this is my boyfriend, Tony Stark."
"Boyfriend?" his mother was terrified, her eyes widening.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark," Hugh responded, extending his hand to Tony.
Tony shook Hugh's hand, a smug smile on his face. He then turned to Steve's mother and smiled at her. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Rogers," he said, gently taking her hand and pressing his lips against it.
Taken off guard, May Rogers didn't know how to react. She stared at Tony. "You are who my son has chosen to love? I hope you are appreciative of him."
"More than you could ever imagine," Tony said, looking over at Steve and causing him to blush uncontrollably.
"Well, come in, come in, before the food gets cold," May told them, stepping further into the doorway so the boys could enter.
Steve stepped all the way inside the house, holding his suitcase. "Mom, where are we staying?"
"The guest room, three doors down," his mother answered nonchalantly.
Tony carried their luggage to the room and set the suitcases down on the bed. They unpacked, then Steve closed the door and sat down.
"I think that went pretty well," he said with a smile.
"Didn't I tell you it would be all right?" Tony said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Just trust me, Rogers. It's only two days. By then, we will completely have your parents wrapped around our finger. Then we can return home and get on with our lives."
Steve sighed. "What if something goes wrong?"
With a laugh, Tony stood up. "Knowing how much you worry, something probably will. Just leave it alone, Stevie. I've got this. If you haven't noticed, I'm fantastic at pretending."
On the surface, Steve was calm. But deep down, he knew something was going to happen that would trigger a raging storm.
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Fire And Ice (Steve And Tony)
FanfictionSteve is desperate to impress his parents, but he doesn't have any way to do that without coming home with a significant other. His mother wishes it would be a girl, but his father doesn't care either way, he just wants someone to show the family we...
