Used to Be Overlooked

Chapter Seven

As the elevator doors shut, Tony relaxed his shoulders and slapped Steve's arm with the back of his hand.

"Hey!" Steve shouted, grabbing at the bicep that was assaulted.

"Don't 'hey' me!" Tony sassed. "What the hell was that? You just stood there like a little school boy drooling over his crush."

"I did not-"

"I did not," Tony mocked. "Oh, shut up... yes you did. It was obvious. I'm surprised she didn't get creeped out by it and run the opposite direction with the way you were ogling over her," he huffed.

Steve let out a irritated sigh at Tony getting onto him. It wasn't his fault he couldn't get past your beautiful bright Y/E/C eyes that were gleaming with all the sunlight that was coming into the surprisingly well lit and open building. Or the way that your hair was curled and pinned back half way, just right to frame your face with little wisp of wayward strands and enhanced all your stunning features. Or the outfit that made your collarbone pop and shoulders straightened in the perfect posture as you put Tony in his place. He couldn't help but stare and study when all of those things were there to distract him.

"Hello? Earth to Cap?" Tony waved a hand in front of his face, catching him in yet another day dream.

"What?" Steve said, noticing the hand and slapping it away. "Stop it!"

"God, you really are infatuated with her," Tony chuckled with a sly smirk. "Your eyes are still wide."

"Cut it out Tony."

"I will as soon as you admit you have a crush."

"Tony..."

"Ok fine, but don't expect me to hold back when she comes over tonight," Tony said, putting his hands up as the elevator door opened.

"Tony!" Steve shouted, catching up with his persistent coworker as they left the building and headed back to the compound to get ready for dinner.

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You got out of the office earlier like you expected and rushed home trying to wrap your head around the situation. You were pacing around your bedroom already changed into some sweats that hugged your hips, and a black crop top.

"Maybe I can call and say that I came up with a cold..." you thought as you walked back and forth. "No, no. They won't buy it. They just saw me, and saw that I was perfectly fine," you huffed, running a hand through your hair. "Oh, but food poisoning! That can be unexpected! They can't deny that!" You jumped, happy with your excuse. "Yes! Food poisoning it is."

You ran to your phone ready to call Banner since his number was the only one that you had and tell him how you wouldn't be able to attend tonight due to "unexpected" food poisoning.

Just as you had unlocked your phone and were scrolling through the names, your doorbell rang. Your head shot up from where you were and you tilted your head confused.

"That can't be the driver. It's not even 4 yet." You walked down the stairs and approach your door looking through the peephole. "Claire?" you whisper to yourself.

You opened the door and greeted her with a smile that you were hoping didn't come off too surprised.

"Claire, what brings you here?" you asked, looking around.

"Hello Miss. Ember- Sorry, Rosalyn," she smiled. She had a bag in her hand and a coat draped over her arms.

"Please, Rose is fine," You smiled. "Here, come on in." You moved out of the way to let her in the house.