I'm Spongebob? (Stony AU)

Chapter 7: I'm Just Squidward

Steve let out a soft yawn as he blinked himself awake. He smiled as the sunshine coming in from his window met his eyes. He turned to face his alarm clock, 6:25 am. Okay, a little later than when I normally wake up...probably won't have time for my morning run before work, he thought as he continued staring at his alarm clock, watching as the five flipped to a six.

"Mmmmm," he moaned as he rolled out of bed and padded towards his bathroom.

Several minutes later he strolled into the kitchen, towel wrapped around his waist -- no not that towel, he couldn't look at that towel without thinking of what it had once covered -- his hair was still wet, beads of water dripping off his blond locks and strolling down his bare chest to the towel. He made his way to the fridge, humming, his fingers lightly tapping rhythmically on the fridge door as he opened it and pondered what to make for breakfast.

"Ironman," he quietly mumbled, sticking his head deeper into fridge, and continuing on to hum the rest of the lyrics.

A buzz from his room prodded his head back out and he made his way back to his room. He stopped and stared at his new phone. He hadn't really used it since the day before when Tony was going through it's details with him. He carefully picked it up and clicked it on. His screen lit up.

3 messages from: You know who I am.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, who the hell was that? He clicked the notification box and was surprised when his and Tony's old messages opened up. He smiled as the whole thing was very Tony-y and scrolled down to read the new messages.

5:58 am: Hey, forgot to leave you your stuff yesterday...

6:00 am: I'll just stop by later today

Steve quickly glanced up at his clock, 7:01 am.

Dammit does this mean I have to call off work again? I already called in sick Friday so I could watch over Tony and drive him home when he woke up...how many sick days do I have saved up? He looked back down at his phone and continued reading.

6:57 am: Am sorry. Have to go to meeting. Might not make it today. :/

Steve let out a small breath of relief. As much as he wanted to see Tony again he did have a deadline to meet and not enough sick days for both this and the wedding. He quickly sent Tony a text back to let him know it was no problem and that maybe they could meet up this weekend. He then carefully reset the phone on his nightstand and got dressed.

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"How was your extended weekend?" Sam smirked as Steve walked into the building. He was leaning by the water cooler, two coffee's in hand, waiting for Steve as he did most mornings. Steve rolled his eyes at the question and continued walking, Sam at his heels.

"I'm impressed, man." Sam said as he lifted the two coffees trying to avoid getting splashed as he struggled to keep up with his friend. "I mean I seriously thought you had no bad bone in your body, all rules and regulations and stuff. But you did it. You lied and took a sick day. And don't try and tell me you were actually sick because you don't get sick. Buckys confirmed this. So what'd you do? What did our all American goody too shoes Steve Rogers do on his extended weekend?" They had reached Steve's desk and Steve was just standing there, a glimmer in his eye as he waited for Sam's spiel to end.

"Umm... you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Steve finally answered, smiling at the memory of nursing a hot gazillionaire back to health, and making him breakfast, and then getting breakfast together, and then getting a personalized gift from him.

"What? You have a huge dorky grin plastered on your face. You-did you- you find a date for the wedding?" Sam asked, eyes and smile widening in curiosity.