Marvel One Shots

(Stony) (A) Nothing Could Go Right

I never thought I'd meet you.

Dear whoever this may concern,

Ever since I was a boy, my father told me about Captain America. He went on and on about how wonderful he was, never taking a second to appreciate me. The boy who was there, instead dwelling in the past. I heard more about Steve Rogers than anyone else except maybe my mom. No, I doubt that. It seemed like Rogers landed the spot at the top of dear old dads list of favourites, though even then at a young age I wasn't surprised. Or really told anything else so I came to accept it as fact.

Now when said man was taken out of the ice, I thought things might change. That I could be more like him and make my
fathers memory proud. News flash, I didnt.

Steve Rogers wasn't at all what I thought he'd be. It made it really hard to hate the man, even though I wanted nothing more to. He's just so... So nice, and loyal, and really everything that I'm not, that I should be but I'm not.  I really did try to hate him, remind myself he wasn't what he looks like and that he took my father and my childhood from me, but I couldn't. No matter what I thought of, how many faults I told myself were in that man I couldn't hate him. Instead I found myself falling head over heels for him. Everything about him drew me in, from his handsome face to everything he stood for. I told myself I was being ridiculous, that there is no way he actually likes me back and that I'm becoming too much like my father, but I couldn't stop myself. I just couldn't.

Fast foreward a few weeks and I was staying as far from the star spangled man as I could, trying not to catch feelings or make them worse, but it only worked for a short period of time. Pretty soon he realized what I was doing and sought me out, pushing me to talk about why I was ignoring him. He thought I hated him; if only he knew how wrong he was. I tried to provoke him, it's childish I admit, but it was the only thing i could think of. Make him hate me so I couldn't fall further for him. All my previous attempts to loose interest in him failed miserably so this was my last shot.

Sadly it didn't work, he looked so much hotter angry and it made me want him more. But I couldn't have him, he was straight, older than me, probably not interested in someone like me, and way out of my league. I know, Tony Stark having someone out of his league, but it's true. He was so much better than me, so selfless and a good fighter, everything good that I'm not. So I shut myself away from everyone, tried not to interact too much with him to make the stupid crush go away.

That attempt actually worked, he stopped getting so close to me and I could drink myself into forgetfulness. But all that went out the window when we were paired up for a mission. It was a routine thing, scouting a HYDRA base, and normally I wouldn't be on one of those excursions except I had just made a stealth suit I wanted to try out and Steve was the only experienced person to acompany me. If I knew it was him I wouldn't have gone, but it was him and I had to deal with it.

The mission went surprisingly well until the last day, we were there for three days of recon and the first two were without a problem. Which should've warned me but it didn't. We got attacked, ambushed and vastly outnumbered even for a super soldier and my suit. My suits power supply was broken from a hit earlier in the firefight and I couldn't fight back much less fly out with him. For once I was scared for our lives, but I knew I would have to protect Steve. He matters more than I do, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he died and I could've saved him. Thankfully at that time Natasha must've been alerted to our struggle and appeared out of nowhere, saving our asses and getting us to safety.

She left me and Steve alone, and I had to patch him up. Bandage cuts and all that routine stuff, and he did the same for me. The only thing was, the close proximity and adrenaline from the battle made me realize how close we were to death. And I knew I had to tell him about my feelings; I didn't want to die without telling him. It would be wrong. So there I... Well... Leaned over and kissed him.