Wired

Chapter 4

     Steve was woken up by the phone ringing. He looked at the clock and saw that it was ‪10:00 am‬. He jumped up. He hadn't slept that late in a while. He picked up the phone.
     "Hello?" His voice sounded groggy and tired.
     "Hey, Cap."
     His heart practically stopped. He cleared his throat. "What's up, Tony?"
     "I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch with me? There's this great shawarma place a few miles away from me."
     "Alright, but we're driving there, okay? No flying."
     "Well how do you expect to get there, genius? We don't have a car."
"Excuse me? You're Iron Man. The Iron Man. I'm sure you can pull a few strings."
     "I like the way you think, old man. I'll pick you up in an hour."
     "Alright. See ya then."
     Steve hung up the phone and couldn't stop himself from smiling. He was really confused as to what he was feeling, but all that mattered for now was that he was happy. For whatever reason, he felt full of joy and he loved it. He hadn't felt happiness like that in a while, and he hoped it never went away.

‪     At 11:07am, Steve heard a car honk outside his house. He jumped up and went to the mirror and started fixing his hair. ‬
     ‪"Wait, what am I doing? Rogers, you're acting like a teenager going to the prom," he said to himself. He walked to the door, but then quickly went back to the mirror. The car honked again, and he scoffed at himself, and then rushed outside. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a black limo in front of him. ‬
‪     Tony popped out of the roof of the limo and said, "Well, I managed to pulled a few strings, Cap." ‬
‪     A huge smile spread across Steve's face and he said, "a few?" He went into the limo and Tony went back in. They both sat down and Tony said, "Cap, this is our driver, Thomas. He'll take us wherever we want to go." Steve said hi to Thomas and Tony told the driver the address of the shawarma place.
     As soon as they started driving, Tony laid down on the seat and put his head in Steve's lap. Steve wasn't sure what to do, so he just said, "So... How did you manage to get a limo?" ‬
     "Cap, I'm Iron Man. The Iron Man. Iron fucking Man."
     Steve grimaced at the curse word and whispered, "Language, Tony."
     Tony laughed. "You're like 100 years old, and yet you are a child."
     "I'm not a child, just old-fashioned."
Tony fake coughed and said "Child."
     Steve messed up Tony's hair.
     Tony sat up and said loudly, "Hey, hey, do you know how long it look me to get my hair to look that good? I'm fining you."
     "You're fining me? For messing up your hair?"
     Tony nodded.
     "Alright, then, I guess lunch is on me."
     "That's reasonable."
     They were quiet for a few moments, then Steve said, "You still look good, though. I mean... your hair... it still looks... even though I... you look... great."
      Tony smiled and said, "Well, it takes more than messy hair to ruin all of this beauty."
     Steve rolled his eyes and grinned.
     They sat in silence for the rest of the ride. Steve kept glancing at Tony, and one time he caught him looking back.