Our Perfect Never •||• stony

-=36 - Something Special=-

Art by: baneme

I honestly absolutely love their art, and I am almost absolutely sure that this is theirs.

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-=Steve=-
"Captain Rogers, Tony has asked for your presence in the laboratory." I glanced up at the ceiling, as I always do to listen to Friday when she speaks.

I nodded quietly to myself, placing my weights down. The need to push myself lately has seemed increasingly difficult to ignore, whether it is setting the training bots to the highest levels of attempting to beat my highest speeds when running.

The list went on, but I would have been standing in the gym for hours listing them in my head, and I don't think that would please the genius a few halls down.

Leaning down to pick up my workout shirt from the ground, I thought of the possibilities Tony could want me for. Did he want company? Or maybe he needed me for some heavy lifting? Sometimes I think he just wants to watch me flex.

I laughed at my joke, slipping my shirt on and strolling down the hall towards Tony's lab. As I walked through the lounge, I spotted Scout, chirping at some birds who were sitting on the balcony rails.

He had turned out to be quite a mischievous but charming cat, play-fighting with people's ankles as they walked past, snuggling up to his favourite people, Tony, Wanda and Pietro.

He loved to hiss at Clint. Clint would just hiss back. It was really a love-hate relationship. The one person he hung around most was Tony, which was purely a mystery to me because Tony wasn't the fondest of cats.

The billionaire let Scout smother him with purring anyway. I was pretty sure he secretly loved him.

The site of Scout trying to communicate with the birds on the balcony brought a smile to my face, which didn't disappear even as I walked through the doors of the laboratory.

A massive holo-screen was sitting atop a crescent desk, and in front of it was the man who had brought me here.

"Hey," I leant casually against the glass, my smile turning into a small grin. Tony glanced over his shoulder for a split second before focussing back on the screen.

"Hey," He answered, tapping his foot lightly on the ground before moving his hand and bringing another screen before him.

"You wanted me?"

He nodded more to himself than me, before pointing across the room to a clothing stand. It had two individual clothing hooks hanging off it.

Glancing in between both Tony and the clothing stand, I realised he meant for me to look over them. As I reached the stand, he started to talk.

"Yes. I got an email yesterday, nothing different," He explained as I ran my fingers over an individual piece, "it was an invitation to a charity fundraiser."

Carefully slipping my hand under the cover, I let my fingertips run over the smooth material. I felt Tony's gaze on me from across the room but I dismissed it.

"They asked me to be a sponsor, which obviously I agreed. And then they said I could bring a date." I glanced over at him, questions running through my mind as I started at his grinning face.

"Now I didn't want to assume, but since the others are busy..." He led on, locking eyes with me. I felt the tips of my ears heat up as realisation set in.

"You want me to be your date?" I asked, a smile teasing at the corners of my mouth. Tony opened his mouth to talk but his words fail him.

A breathy laugh escaped my mouth before I looked up to meet his eyes once again, a hopeful expression playing in his honey brown gaze.