Steve RogersXReaderXTony Stark Part: Seven

You slunk out of your house at 5:55pm, locking the door quietly and sneaking across your yard.

You had Forty dollars in your pocket, and hoped that was enough for a movie and maybe a few snacks, if you could work up an appetite.

You hopped into your car, a (f/c) (Dream car), before slinking out of it. Tony could find you in that.

The movie theater was close to your house, so you decided to walk.

After only a few minutes, you turned to see a black limousine pull up in front of your house. The window rolled down, and you saw Tony stick his head out.

Seeing no lights on, he got out and wandered up to your door.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you hurried to the theater. You could wait until 6:30 for the playing of 'Man of Steel', seeing as it was already 6:09 when you got to the theater.

You leaned against the building, watching with skilled eyes for anyone who might want to cause you any trouble.

You heard a whirring sound, and looked up to see a suit of Iron up ahead, going around the city slowly, as if searching for something.

You exhaled and tried to hide yourself a bit more, but to no avail. He landed a few miles away, and soon the same limousine you saw earlier appeared.

After a few minutes, it passed you several times, you still trying to hide, before the driver, and most likely Tony, spotted you.

You watched as he got out, walking towards you and ignoring the admirers crowding around him.

"(y/n), you got the invitation, right?" He asked, looking right into your eyes.

You nodded.

"Six o'clock sharp. You're late." He said, reaching for your hand, taking it in his.

You checked your phone.

6:32pm.

So much for the movie.

He dragged you to his car, sliding in next to you. You fought the urge to hug him like you used to.

"Mm, you say you got it, but you didn't even dress for the occasion?" He asked, looking over your outfit. A simple (f/c) jacket lined your shoulders, and blue jeans garnished your legs.

You sighed, "I made other plans. I can't just cancel them all for you, Mr. Stark."

"Why so formal?" He asked. Before you could answer, he leaned in, and soon his lips were on your. . .

Hand.

You sighed in relief inwardly.

"Well. . .That was formal so. . .I don't know. Hey, I have a question."

He looked at you, waiting for you to ask.

"Why did you invite me? It's not like we've talked or seen each other in the last few months, heck, I even work for someone else now."

He shook his head, a faint and faked smile painted across his lips.

"I was hoping to convince you to come back. Not to me, not if you don't want to, just to Stark Towers."

You looked at him for a moment before muttering something.

"What was that?" He asked.

You mumbled it again, this time a little louder, but still pretty quiet.

"Louder, please?"

"Steve forced me to kiss him."

He looked at you for a moment.

"Explain." He demanded.

You spent the rest of the car ride explaining what happened when you and Steve last saw each other.