The once frozen Captain Steve Rogers aka Captain America felt antsy sitting up in his room, and had decided to traipse downstairs and go to the gym, something that had become a sort of ritual when he couldn't sleep. He set the treadmill as high as it would go as sprinted for the better part of an hour before he finally managed to break a sweat, and after that he managed to pummel (not to mention break) a few more punching bags before he retired to the kitchen to scrounge up something to eat. It was very early, he noticed as he gave his watch a glance, or very late, depending on how you saw it. No one would be up at 2:31 in the morning. He fiddled around with the sleek machine Tony had called a coffee maker, but Steve had never seen a thing like it before he moved to Stark Tower at the billionaire's request.
Something about having everyone in one place seemed to calm the dark haired man, and the same had been true about his father Howard, whom the Captain mourned silently every time he gazed at his egotistical son. Sometimes, he would forget himself, and reach out to touch Tony's arm with Howard's name on his lips. But when the younger man turned (Steve always thought of everyone as younger than he, for he was seventy years older than all of them), he would remember and the right name would come forth. He was still very confused by this new world he had been thrust unceremoniously into, and he longed for the life he had left behind.
A man out of time. Forever.
He had to say, though, that he liked most of the new things he had been introduced to, though. After what happened with Loki, Tony had taken them to get shwarma, and he had to say it was pretty amazing, even though everyone had been hanging on the fringes of exhaustion and beaten to shreds.. Then, a few days later, Steve had let it slip that he didn't know what McDonalds was, and the genius just couldn't stand that so he had bought a good two hundred dollars worth of burgers, fries, and apple pies, demanding that everyone partake in this heart attack feast. And good God, it was delicious. Thor, Clint, and himself had managed to eat all but ten of the burgers by themselves, much to the disgust of Natasha. Tony had just pouted a little, and cracked more than a few jokes at the trio's expense.
"You know, you're supposed to swallow every once in a while, guys. And it looks like you're unhinging your jaw a little too much there, Hawky. We should really start calling you Snake-eye instead." he jested, narrowly dodging the golden and burning hot fries the archer had tossed at his head.
Steve's mouth watered a little at the thought of the fast food joint and wondered if it was open. He decided he needed to see and gave up on trying to work the complicated thing Stark swore up and down made coffee, but the blonde haired man still wasn't convinced. The soldier slipped his brown leather jacket on and headed to the elevator, motorcycle keys in hand, a soon to be depleted wallet in his pocket.
The Captain ended up driving around the city for a couple hours before finally stumbling upon the golden arches, something he was sure would horrify Stark. He entered, ordered fifty bucks worth of breakfast food and a cup of coffee, much to the horror of the cashier, before he took his artery clogging meal to a booth in the back where he could watch everyone who was currently in the establishment (one other than him, if you didn't count the workers), and everyone who was coming and going (zero since he arrived). He took his time, relishing the taste of hot food, but he still was pining for a home cooked meal. Maybe he could ask Pepper if she would cook, but he doubted he would ever get up the courage to impose like that, after all, she was probably busy, what with repairing Stark Tower still, and just dealing with Tony's day to day shenanigans plus she was still managing most of Stark's business interactions. She was certainly incredible, and a saint for dealing with the entire assembled team...especially Tony.
A few weeks ago, Ms. Potts had given him a cell phone, and he pulled it out and fiddled with it a little, still not used to the new technology, and the lack of buttons. "It's a touch screen." she had told him, and showed him how to call people with it and introduced him to texting and emailing, the former something he only barely managed. He looked through his messages as he chewed, finding unsurprisingly there were none. The sun had risen and he had ingested four more cups of McDonalds coffee before he finally headed back to the looming Tower, and when he exited the elevator, he was greeted by JARVIS.
"Hello, Captain Rogers. It is advisable not to talk to Mr. Stark this morning." Steve continued towards his room and tossed his leather jacket on his military neat bed.
"Why is that?" he asked, more than a little worried.
"Because of a certain video that just went viral, sir."
"Yes, sir I was instructed to show it to everyone when they awoke this morning. You left the Tower before I was able to." the computer informed him coolly. Steve still felt a little ridiculous talking to the voice because it was like talking to yourself, basically. But he continued.
"Would you show it to me, please?" the Captain asked.
"Unfortunately yes, I will."
Tony sat at the massive kitchen table, still trying to get rid of his murderous hangover with some OJ and Excedrin, and he heard someone walk in. Steve stood there, regarding him with a strangely blank expression.
"You're up early, aren't you?" the blonde asked as he grabbed a can of Coke from the overstocked fridge and sat across from him. Tony raised his eyebrows and took a sip of juice.
"Yeah, it was a late night for me."
"I know." The dark haired man stiffened as the Captain opened his drink and took a long pull from it. Blue eyes met dark brown eyes in a long, tension filled stare. "You need to work out more." Steve said before getting up and starting to leave the room. Tony blinked in surprise.
"Wha...?" It suddenly hit him. "Hey! Hey, I look damn good, Popsicle Man! You wish you looked half as good as I do!"
"Actually," the soldier remarked as he exited. "I think that applies more to me than you."
"Oh yeah? Well...well this shit is all natural. I GOT ALL NATURAL MUSCLEY BULK !" he raged, his hangover forgotten.
"No you don't!" sang a distant, smug voice that only could've belonged to Hawkeye.
"I didn't ask you, bird boy! I will take your ass down!"
"Just me and you? Are you gonna give me a double boom, dancer man? We'll have to do it in Banner's room, I guess, but you'll have to close the door this time."
Tony knew he was never, ever, ever...EVER gonna live this shit down.
This is my incentive to stop drinking...and to work out more.