I'm Spongebob? (Stony AU)

One night, Tony, in a drunken mess, accidentally calls Steve Rogers, a journalist he had just met. Would it be the disaster of a lifetime or the best damn thing drunken Tony has ever done?

Excerpt:
"Uhh, Mr. Stark. Sorry, I must have gotten the hours mixed up. I thought you said you were coming at 11 am."

"Yes. But I was in the area and figured hey why not? Have you had breakfast yet? Come down and I'll drive us someplace to eat." The voice dripped like honey through the machine, echoing in Steve's tiny apartment.

Tony in the area? Yeah right, for what? Maybe he had more important things to do later and just figured he'd get this over and done with. Yeah, that was probably it. Steve thought he should have insisted harder that it was okay Tony keep his clothes, but unlike Tony he did not "have many," and besides Tony was probably insisting so hard he come drop them off because he wanted to forget that night ever happened, wanted to erase every trace, every piece of evidence. Though then again, he could have just burned his clothes or thrown them away if he didn't want to remember...but whatever, details.

"Is that a yes? Or have you already eaten?" Tony's voice once again filled the apartment. Steve glanced towards his kitchen, his plate still resting on the table, empty. Then down at the glass, he was still holding, nearly empty.

He pushed the button. "Nope, haven't eaten yet," he said hiding the glass behind his back as though Tony might somehow be able to magically see it.

"Okay then, get dressed and come down." Tony chimed into the box, Steve could hear the smirk.