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Steve grumbled as his alarm, followed by Fury’s screeching, pulled him from his warm dream and he swore, loudly, at the man.
"You’re meeting Stark’s boy today whether you like it or not, Rogers!" Fury hollered. "Now get you star spangled ass out of bed!"
"You’re worse than a Nun!" Steve shouted back as he dragged himself out of bed and pulled on some fresh clothes.
"Stark’s kid’s gonna be some stuck up little Carrier with his head in the clouds," he muttered. "And I gotta babysit him. Wonderful."
"Fix your hair," Fury snapped as Steve slumped out. "Stark’s boy is here representing Stark Industries and you’re, for lack of a better option, representing SHIELD. That boy is going to shape the future and I’d rather him on our side."
"Shape the future?" Steve snorted, but combed his fingers through his hair to give it some semblance of neatness. For SHIELD"s sakes. "Last I heard he was getting drunk off his ass in Miami."
"He was rebelling against Howard," Fury explained as they walked down the hall. "After Howard and Maria died, he sobered up, dumped those brats he called friends and went and blitzed MIT. Just got his second Doctorate last month at sixteen, and he’s going for a Bachelor in Business at Stanford next month."
Steve quirked an eyebrow. “He’s still a teenager?” He asked. “Shouldn’t he be in high school?”
"Didn’t you read his file, Cap?" Fury looked at him. "Boy’s a genius, twice as smart as Howard and as far as I can see he’s a lot less cruel as Howard too. I promise this kid is going to reign in the next age, and you’ll want him on our side."
Steve sighed. “If you say so, Sir,” he said as he pushed the door of Fury’s office open and settled his gaze on Stark’s…
Tony was only here because Obi asked him to come, because this organisation was important to his father and to his Auntie Peggy and Jarvis of course, even though he wasn’t allowed to actually know the name of the organisation he knew it was really important.
But it really sucked it had to be today because he just got his copy of the new Star Trek novel Deep Domain and he really wanted to know what happened so he could tease Rhodey about it.
So what if he snuck in a few pages waiting to meet the Agent they wanted him to get to know, Steve something, Rogan maybe? Tony wasn’t all that interested because Spock was in trouble right now and Kirk was trying to save him right now and…
"Mr Stark," someone, probably the Agent, said. "If you could take your nose out of that book, Captain Rogers is here to meet you."
"Gimme a minute," Tony did whine this time. "Spock’s gonna get killed if Kirk doesn’t save him and I wanna know how he does it!"
He knew he probably looked childish, sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor with his nose in a book, dressed up like a school kid because Pepper made him wear the stupid sweater vest and…
He stole a glance up at the Agent he was supposed to meet…
The teenager was small, smaller than Steve had been before the Serum, with a wild mop of dark chocolate curls that stuck up in every direction and tan, smooth skin.
He was hunched over with his face buried in some science-fiction novel about that Star Wars/Trek thing that he’d heard some other agents taking about with his glasses, thick black framed monstrosities that looked perfectly at home on the teen’s face, slipping slightly down his straight nose.
God, he was so…so…
He was something, and Steve couldn’t stop looking.
"Mr Stark," Fury called. "If you could take your nose out of that book, Captain Rogers is here to meet you."
The teen made a face behind the book and whined, “gimme a minute. Spock’s gonna get killed if Kirk doesn’t save him and I wanna know how he does it!”
Steve couldn’t help but smile at the sheer adorableness of the teenager just as the boy glanced up from his novel briefly…
And then snapped the book shut and gasped.
"C…Ca…Captain…you’re…you’re…" the boy stuttered out. "You’re Captain America!"
Tony couldn’t believe it. Captain America, the Sire-Dom of Sires, his childhood hero, was standing in the doorway, perfect and…and there.
His mouth was moving and he knew sound was coming out but he couldn’t stop it if he tried.
Distantly, he realised he blurted out ‘you’re Captain America’ and promptly clamped his hand over his mouth and blushed.
Captain America grinned.
At Tony.
He was grinning at Tony.
"I’ll leave you two to get acquainted," the man beside Captain America said and left.
Captain America sat down in front of Tony on the floor and held out his hand.
"Hi, Steve Rogers," Captain America said, blue eyes bright and smiling and kind and everything Tony expected them to be an more. His smile perfect and white, radiating warmth and security and closure about life.
He was already in love with that smile.
Fury left and Steve moved on automatic to sit down in front of the teenager and held out his hand.
"Hi, Steve Rogers," he introduced, smiling, and the teenager stared at him with eyes so brown they were chocolate, flecked with brilliant churning gold and swirled with soft amber, burning with intelligence and fire and a determination that Steve had come to know as stubbornness, but also kindness and warmth.
God, he was already in love with those eyes.
The boy pushed his glasses up his nose with a forefinger and stuttered, “Hi, I’m Tony…Stark, Tony Stark, or Anthony…oh god, this is…I’m not usually this awkward, really.”
Steve could have kissed him then and there, but he restrained himself.
This boy deserved more than an old soldier.
"It’s nice to meet you Tony." He said instead, and Tony smiled and blushed pink.