And Then I Wrote Marvel

The Streets of Brooklyn (Tony Stark/brother!Steve Rogers x Reader)

When Tony Stark found out that you hadn't been on a date in almost 7 decades, he was more than eager to break the streak you had going on. He'd had his eye on you for a while now, since the Battle of New York. Hearing your confession after one of his parties was just the excuse he needed to finally ask your brother permission to, in his words, show you a good time. You still smiled to remember how his eyes grew wide, and he clarified that it wasn't that kind of good time, stumbling over his words.

It wasn't hard to believe that the man would have noticed you. You were rather attractive. Your dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes almost matched Steve's, which was predictable, you two being twins. You were like gender-bent versions of each other. You may not have shown muscle as much as your brother did, but you were strong both in personality and in the physical sense. In other words, you were hot, blonde, and Tony's type.

At first, you had rejected the Stark entirely. Although you would never admit it to his face, he reminded you so much of Howard, and that brought back so many memories that were better off buried. The kind of women that Tony associated with in the past did not help his cause. As time went on, however, you warmed up to the idea that he was different now, and let him take you out one evening.

The first "date" led to many more. You enjoyed his company, and he was willing to take things as slowly as you wanted to. He understood that you were married before, had had a child. You weren't quite ready to think about things in a romantic sense yet, and he respected that. You were just hanging out...as friends. Yeah.

Tonight was the seventh of such outings. Somehow, the conversation had made its way to you and Steve before the serum. It wasn't something that you thought back on a lot, at least positively, but Tony was able to make it into a fairly teasing topic, and you enjoyed that.

"Just how small were you two?" Tony smirked. You were sitting in an older car in an alley, waiting for you to be emotionally ready for showing him all of your favorite places on the streets of Brooklyn.

"It was ridiculous," you giggled. "I was almost five feet tall, and Steve was like five foot six or something. I honestly can't remember anymore."

"And then cue the supersoldier serum, and Steve is six-two, and you're, what, five-nine?"

"Five-ten," you corrected. "It's weird to even imagine it now. I can't even picture Steve as scrawny anymore."

Tony laughed at the mental image. "It's too bad that nobody cared enough to take a picture of you two before you became...freaks of nature."

"Oh, I'm sure that we had some pictures, but I don't think we could find them now. It's been 70 years," you sighed.

"You were married, though, and had a kid. There's a Rogers line out there. Wouldn't they have something?" he asked.

"I wish," you said wistfully, "but my husband died 20 years ago. My son joined the army straight out of high school, stuck with it, and died in Vietnam. The Rogers line pretty much ends there."

"You've even looked for friends and connections?" You nodded slowly, but couldn't bring yourself to say anything. "And they're all just...gone."

"Either that, or they're unreachable. They're almost a hundred years old."

"Well, so are you, sweetheart," he grinned. "But you've kept your looks."

Your face flushed bright red. For some reason, you had never been able to accept compliments. Tony flustered you more than was normal. "I-if you say so," you stuttered.