Natasha cleared her throat.

Steve looked up.

It was Tony Stark.

"Sod off." Steve said to Natasha.

"Another dollar in the curse jar." Her smirk was actually audible.

Steve didn't want to admit that he was actually looking forward to taking Tony's order. And even if he would, he was only looking forward to it because he thought of a really, really funny one. And that was the only reason, Steve was absolutely sure. So when Tony approached the cash register, Steve wanted Tony to know that he did not care. And as Tony approached the cash register, Tony said into his phone "I'll call you back".

"Good morning," Steve said simply.

"Morning, Steve." Wow, the sass was practically tangible. "Venti macchiato for Tony Stark." Tony said as he slid his Starbucks card to Steve.

"Coming right up, sir." Steve could barely hide his excitement.

He wrote Tony's name – or you know, a derivation of the name – onto a cup and passed it to Natasha, who immediately broke out in laughter.

By now the entire staff was in on the joke and they all couldn't resist sneaking peeks at the moment when Bruce called for Tony.

"Thorny Stalk?" He bit his lip.

Tony angled his head to one side and shot Steve a dirty look, and Steve, not shying away, smiled back.

"Here he comes," Natasha warned playfully. Natasha's eyes suddenly brightened with the glow of an idea. "I'll take over for a while. You have five minutes."

"Nat, I'm not going to-"

Natasha pushed him out of the way as Tony walked up to Steve.

"Very funny. I'm trying really hard to control my laughter right now." Tony said, his face completely devoid of humour.

"I try," Steve replied, an obviously false attempt at modesty.

"What does a guy have to do to get his name right at Starbucks? Perhaps a strongly worded letter of complaint to the manager?" Tony threatened.

"Ah, I'm sure he will understand, such things happen all the-"

"Really? Then I'm sure a letter wouldn't hu-"

"Try a date with a barista." The words came out before Steve thought through them, but you know, as long as the offer is out there..

"What?"

"You asked what you'd have to do."

Tony pursed his lips.

"You're the one with my number." Tony said implicitly and walked away.

"Called it," teased Natasha as she stepped aside for Steve to return to the cash register.

Steve let this one go. After all, he was the one who now had a hot date.