I'll do whatever to make you happy (Stony)

Chapter One: Loneliness

A/N: Alright so, after reading enough stories and finally willing to tell myself that I am ok with posting my own story on here, I guess here you are, reading the first chapter of a story that has come to my head. I also wanna say that this is my first time ever writing a story, so sorry if it's not really that good. I absolutely adore Stony so much, and well, I suppose I finally worked up the courage to share my story. So please, I hope you enjoy.

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Loneliness in itself is a weird word, or rather, it is a weird term, in a different sense. Loneliness means sadness because one has no friends or company, but that can't be right? He did have friends, and he had company, hell, he practically lived in a towerful of superheros. They ate breakfast together on occasions, the same with dinner, and all while stopping crime whenever it reared its ugly head. So why did he feel so alone?

Loneliness is funny, really, you can have friends and family, but there is this gnawing ache in your chest, a prick of pain nestled inside your heart, drawing in all feelings of happiness to make you feel as if you were alone the whole time. There are different forms of loneliness; one being the usual form of not having anybody at all, but he wouldn't classify that as being an introvert, since some consider the two to go hand-in-hand. Being an introvert doesn't mean you don't have any friends, it's just harder for you to make those connections with another person. There's also the loneliness he feels when you have people next to you, on a day to day basis, always asking how you are, what's on your mind, you relish in these moments you spend with them. But truthfully, you still feel the ache of not having anybody near you that makes you feel as if you are truly alone.

Maybe it started back when he was just a skinny kid in Brooklyn, equipt with Asthma, and a medical list so long telling him what was wrong with him, that this feeling of loneliness started. No, that can't be right either. He wasn't really alone back then; he had his mother, - bless her heart, she was a strong woman and he still remembered all the things she taught him and how hard she worked to make sure he had all the necessities in his life - he had his best friend Bucky, the guy who always saved him from getting his ass handed to him on multiple occasions just because he didn't like bullies, and he had the girl. Peggy Carter, was her name. A fine name for a fiery girl such as herself, but he lost all of them when he decided to put that plane in the water.

Maybe it started when he woke up in this new world he has yet to become acquainted with. Yes, maybe that sounds more realistic. Encased, or rather, as anybody else would put it, sleeping in ice for 70 years only to wake up in the future where everything was so... Different. The technology was more advanced, everything was so much bigger and brighter, it was all so confusing and so much to take in. He lost his best friends, lost the girl, lost everybody he ever knew back in the forties.

He sighed to himself and rested his cheek on his open palm, elbow on the table, staring at the coffee machine. He narrowed his eyes, as silly as it might seem, but he really wanted a nice hot cup of Joe, but for the life of him he couldn't quite grasp how to work the damn thing. It was too... Advanced, he would say, for someone like him. Everything was too advanced; the remotes, the TV, hell, even the disembodied voice he continued to hear each day still startled him. It was all too much for Steve, but what could he really do? He was stuck, in a not so delicate way of putting it, in this time period he couldn't quite adapt to. The only thing that really took the edge off of this feeling of loneliness, was that the music from the forties still existed. That, and the fact he still had his sketchbook to return to when the day proved to be too stressful. But life was never really easy in Stark Tower.

"Captain Rogers," he jumped as he heard the voice of JARVIS speak to him, "you have been glaring at the coffee machine for a solid ten minutes."

His face flushed with embarrassment, painting his cheeks a tint of red, clearing his throat before he spoke. "Uh... Yeah, sorry JARVIS. I uh... Want some coffee but I don't know how the machine works." He replied, embarrassment finding its way to affect his speech pattern.