A/N: Hiya, so this is the morning after with flashbacks from the night before. I hope you guys like it and that it's not too confusing :) Thanks again for reading!! ~(^.^)~ - ThatFanwriter
"Where- where am I?" Tony asked, squinting at the sun blasting in through the window.
"Mr. Stark. You're awake." Steve smiled, coming into the bedroom from the hallway.
"Please. Not so loud." Tony demanded, putting up his hand to block the sun. He took another look around.
He was laying on a bed that wasn't his, wearing clothing that wasn't his, staring at a stranger who had a huge dopey grin on his face.
"We didn't-" Tony started asking, shifting on the bed-checking-but regretting it as soon as the world started spinning again, sharp needles kneading into his head.
"It would appear I am hungover," Tony stated, giving a tight smile to the stranger.
"You don't... you don't remember anything, do you?" Steve asked quirking his eyebrows.
"Look, please take no offense, I'm sure you were great and that we had a fantastic night, and that I enjoyed myself greatl-"
"No! We didn't have-you called me last night to pick you up from a party. I didn't know where you lived so I brought you back to my place. You refused to sleep on the couch because you're 'too good for that'" Steve smirked trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
"I called you? Who are you?" Tony asked, carefully propping himself up on his elbows.
"I'm Steve Rogers. I'm a journalist. We had had a phone interview earlier yesterday."
"Ahh-a reporter. Well, it's not the first time I've slept with a reporter, though usually, it's so that they don't write a story, not after they already have."
"No. We didn't sleep together Mr. Stark. And, don't worry I'm not a tabloids writer. I wouldn't exploit you like that!"
"Hmm, guess it worked after all." Tony smiled.
"We didn't-never mind. Come on I made breakfast and a shake that should help with that hangover." Steve said making his way over to the bed to help Tony up, ignoring Tony's efforts to push him away.
**** the night before ****
"Come on, pick up!" Steve-phone pressed to ear-was almost on the block Tony had told him he was at; it was the eighth time he called Tony. He knew he should have tried to keep Tony on the line, but Tony had begun yelling and he missed a turn. When he told Tony to give him a second so he could double check the GPS Tony got bored with him and hung up.
"Mr. Stark!" He yelped skidding his car to a stop. Tony was standing smack dab in the middle of the road, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Hi." He replied squinting at Steve's high beams. "Are you God?"
"Tony!" Steve yelled getting out of the car and rushing towards him.
"God!" Tony yelled in a drunken excitement.
"Tony, why are you standing in the middle of the road? You could have gotten hit!" Steve was grasping Tony by the shoulders.
"Sorry God. The-the man- the voice from the box told me not to move." He said lifting up his phone. Steve noted Tony's other hand was clutching an empty wine bottle.
"Jesus Christ Tony, how drunk are you?"
"Mmm" was Tony's response.
"Come on, let's get you in the car. Do you know where you live?" Steve asked carefully guiding Tony to the shotgun.
"Okay, God."
Tony let his weight fall on the other man, nuzzling his shoulder.
~*********~*********~
"So you really drew these?" Tony was walking around Steve's apartment, shake in hand, while Steve finished up washing the dishes.
"Um..." Steve strained his neck to see what Tony was looking at. He was going through his sketchbooks.
"Yeah." He quickly dried off his hands and made his way to Stark.
"You know-for future reference-it's polite to ask someone before you start flipping through their things," Steve said grabbing at the sketchbook Tony just picked up.
"Sorry-it's just-I mean, we already had sex right? So what's there left to hide?" Tony said finishing his shake and making his way to put it in the sink.
"For the last time-we did not engage in any sexual activities!" Steve could feel the tips of his ears getting pink again.
Tony turned around to look at Steve. There was a prideful grin on his face that Steve was starting to resent.
"Yeah, I know." Tony finally said, then turned back towards the sink and began washing his cup, "I just like seeing you get all flustered and everything," Steve could just about hear that grin in his voice.
***** the night before *****
"I've done bad God." Tony was curled up on the passenger's side.
"Tony, your address remember? You were going to tell me where you lived?" Steve asked again, as gently as he could. He had already been driving for about five minutes and he had no idea where he was going.
"Tony?" He asked again, sending him a sideways glance. Tony had his head rested on the window, eyes transfixed on the stars.
"They're so beautiful. Every day, man passes beautiful things but never stops to appre-app- look at them." Tony was almost crying again. Steve just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to curl up with the man and vow to destroy whatever had hurt him so much to make him like this.
"Tony...what happened?" Steve asked as he pulled the car to the side of the road, to a stop.
"Are we stopping?" Tony cheered up again, sadness completely forgotten. "Is-is star watching time? You-you-someone said we would go watch the stars!"
"Umm...right, Tony it's nearly four in the morning. The hill isn't that close, by the time we get there we'll be watching the sunrise instead of the stars. Why don't we do it anot-Tony where are you going?" Steve quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and followed Tony out of the car.
"Don't need a hill" Tony hiccuped as he began to try to climb onto the hood of the car. "I'm genius. I jus made our own hill." He declared once he was able to scramble on top.
"Come" He patted the space next to him, "don't you wanna sit next to a genius?"
A/N: How was it? Were the flashback s hard to follow?
Thanks again for reading. (>^.^)>
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