Six months of no major crime and nothing but glory, Iron Mans suit was beginning to feel a little rusty to him. He itched for excitement, adventure with the Avengers. After investigating an explosion that had come from the center of the city, of course it wasn't the return of Loki or anything exciting, the superhero stood tall in his iron suit on top of the empire state building, aimed west. His unblinking yellow-white eyes prowled the outline of the city, he was forever less than a god, but much more than a mere mortal. He debated this silently, now wondering if he actually belonged here. Now however, New York was too large for the one superhero to take on all alone. Steve Rodgers sat on the opposite side of the city in a field, aimed away from the sunset. He had also been sparked by the explosion. His suit was not on him, nothing was going on anyways, besides, it was being dry cleaned at the moment. Steve now wore a lose blue and green plaid shirt, the buttons toward the top of the flannel were undone, revealing only a bit of his perfect body. He wore clean jeans with some rips on the knees, and grey Vans on his feet. Reclining and facing up toward the pink cloudless sky, he spotted the first star, which at that very moment, Tony spotted as well. Something connected between them, a tug in each of their stomachs, and they thought of each other. Steve shook his head. He ran his muscular hand through his blonde hair, and looked back up at the star, still thinking about Iron Man. There was something about him. Something he wanted. At that same moment, Tony shook his head. Why was he thinking about Steve? He should be worried about Pepper. She was too beautiful to let go, and much kinder than the others. But then, Captain America... He had the perfect... everything. Tony stood still, processing as much as he could of this at once. Could he possibly have feelings for Steve? It was odd enough just thinking this way about Steve; he couldn't imagine Captain America having mutual feelings about him. I thought back to the times that they had worked together to win battles. were superheros. Nearly gods. Made to work together. Perhaps they could do so, just as more than simple companions working together to save the world from destruction.