Okay, I do not ship Stony, like at all. I think Fanfiction needs a little more bromance between these two, especially since they're my favorites. Enjoy :)

Tony picked Steve as his drinking buddy because, hello, he can't get wasted. Tony tested that out, trying to disprove it, like, twenty times. What finally convinced him was when Cap drank four bottles of straight whiskey in two hours and woke up the next day in time for his seven A.M run without as much as a headache.

"Get me some of that serum," Tony grumbled. "I thought I had good tolerance."

Steve's fast metabolism means Tony can drink as much as he wants without having to deprive anyone a good time because they're his designated driver. Of course, they've had issues. But Tony has found alcohol a great peacemaker, and they kicked Loki's ass together, so that's something. They drink the first round quietly, before they start to make small talk and eventually meander into an actual conversation. Tony sees the tension ease off Captain's shoulders as they debate over whether Natasha or Clint would win in a fight.

"She can seriously kick ass," Tony says, almost wistfully.

Steve nods. "I know, I've seen it."

"But he does have arrow skills…poor guy, probably is still crying into his pillow whenever he sees Katniss."

Steve looks confused.

"It's this thing called the Hunger Games, it's like….you know what, I'll buy you the books. I can't explain that. And then you can watch the movie."

"I'm still working on Harry Potter," Steve says.
"That is a worthwhile endeavor," Tony says, nodding in approval. "Read the books first, gramps. After we get you through those, we'll catch you up on Twilight—no, I'll let the girls handle that. Worst movie ever, I swear. My mother collected like every 'classic' movie from the forties until she died so feel free. That stuff will be more your speed."

"What was your mom like?" Steve asks. "I never thought your dad would get married."

"Very beautiful. Of course she had to be to produce this," Tony smirks, gesturing to himself. "She liked movies and books and my dad, most of the time. She was really bright, which is I guess why my dad married her. He liked pretty faces but he needed substance."

"Your dad was a great guy," Steve says.

Tony blinks. "Everyone tells me that." He shrugs. "I don't remember him that way."

Steve grins almost boyishly. "You remind me a lot of him, actually. Brilliant, of course. Very charismatic, especially with dames. Like someone else I know." He shot Tony a sideways look. "I wish I could have seen him again…" Steve sips his beer. "Well, it'd be nice to see any of the guys again. Or Peggy."

His voice changes on the word and Tony raises an eyebrow. "I've heard that name before. Peggy Carter?"

Steve nods.

"My dad knew her. I think she might have visited when I was young."

"We all served together in '42," Steve explains. He smiles into his pint and utters a short laugh. "Actually, I didn't like Howard at first because I thought he and Peggy were an item."

Tony snickers. "Item?"

"Dating," Steve amends. "I was dazzled by her. I never could tell what she was thinking. Anyway, your dad explained to me what fondue actually was and we got on pretty well after that."

"He talked about you," Tony tells him, gesturing at the bar tender to refill his scotch. "When he got in the right mood, he talked about what a hero you were in the war. Every now and then, he'd go pouring over the maps, certain he could find where you crashed. He freaked if anyone dared disturb him while he was at it. You were his one point of sentimentality. Kind of like Coulson, but I sure as hell hope he never watched you sleep, because that would ruin my childhood a little more."

Steve laughs, trying not to think about the pain behind Tony's flippancy.

"So, Peggy," Tony prompts. "What happened there? You ever get the guts to make your move?"

Steve blinks.

"Did you ask her out?" Tony tries.

"Did I ask her to be my girl? Sort of…our relationship was always a little different, I think. She shot at me once after I made her angry."

Tony doubles over, laughing. "She shot out at you? That girl must have had spunk."

"That was the first time the shield saved my life," Steve says fondly. "Your dad designed it."

"Dear God, what did you do to incite her wrath?"

"Erm…" Steve blushes. "There was some girl who, um…I wasn't trying to do anything, I swear, but it looked suspicious…"

"By any chance was this girl young and beautiful and all over you?"

Steve nods.

"Bingo. Women don't change through the ages."

Steve shakes his head. "Trust me, they have." He shrugs. "I can't decide if it's better or not. They're so…forward."

Tony cocks his head. "You are one strange guy, Captain. You don't like the girls hitting on you?"

"Well, considering in high school I went on all of two dates, you'd think I would. I grew up in a world where women got married at eighteen to the love of their lives. Dating is terrifying, Tony."

He sounds so earnest, Tony really tries not to laugh. But he can only repress it so long.

"You sound fifteen, dude!"

He shrugs. "I'm not the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist here with all the experience. I practically am fifteen."

Tony leans back in his chair. "I have got you, dude. Pick any girl in here. I mean any girl. I can get that girl in your bed tonight."

"Tony, you're going to laugh at me," Steve sighed. "But that's not what I want from a girl. I'm, erm, I…" He blushes.

"Oh my God," Tony realizes, his jaw dropping. "You're a virgin?! How can you look like that and be a virgin? I don't even care how flamboyantly homosexual that sounds, I'm in such shock! You're a virgin?" He smirks. "Do we need to throw you in a volcano now?"

Steve glares. "Okay, I grew up in the time where everyone waited until marriage and it's not like it's on my priority list now."

Tony shakes his head. "You, my friend, have not lived. I take the playboy part of my title seriously. Well, I did, before Pepper tied me down. I mean, seriously. How are you a virgin? Natasha almost jumped you when she saw you shirtless. Hell, Pepper almost jumped you and she gets the Stark treatment. No males talked to you for a week!"

Steve grins. "Did you really just call it 'the Stark treatment?'"

"Don't sidestep, Mother Teresa."

"I got that reference!" Steve cries, delighted.

Tony rolls his eyes. "Congratulations, my spangled friend." He sips his scotch. "So, you and Peggy never…?"

Steve smiles in a way that tugs even Anthony Stark's heartstrings. It's sad, and sweet, and nostalgic. "One kiss. Best kiss of my life, of course. She really was incredible, Tony."

"Yeah?" Tony pauses. "Why?"

Steve begins with how she really looked at him from the beginning. Her bravery. Her beauty. Her spirit. How somehow, she was in love with him too.

"She's still alive," Steve finishes. "She got married in '55. Now that Loki's subdued, I think I'm going to fly to England. Go see if Peggy remembers me. I don't really know what it'll change but I feel like I have to. We had a date, you know." He glances up. "And every Saturday night at eight I think about it."

Tony shakes his head. "I feel for you, man. I mean, you're stuck in the past and can't enjoy what 2012 can offer."

Steve half-nods. "I think you're underestimating the forties. Kids played baseball in the streets. It cost a dime to go to a picture show and get an ice cream after. I went to church every Sunday from the week I was born to the week I left for basic training. Things were simpler. I'm not," he explains, "saying that the present isn't good in some ways. It's just too fast for me to absorb so quickly. People are more violent and move like there's no time. There's so much technology, and people rely on it too much. And damn, why do they think they can get away with charging eleven dollars to see a picture?"

Stark laughed. "You ever want to see a picture, I got you. Stark Tower has a movie room. And the bowling alley is almost ready too."

Steve beamed. "I love bowling."

Tony claps his back. "See, not everything changes." He leans back. "But about deflowering you. That is happening, okay? We're gonna find you a hot chick."

Steve groans.

"You know why you're so annoying?" Tony says, mildly drunk and characteristically blunt. "You're so good. It's inhuman. Don't you ever do anything selfish?"

Steve chuckles. "Hell yeah."

"Example, please?"

"When I was ready to fight you because you intimidated me. How would have that have impacted the team? I wasn't thinking like a soldier, and I'm supposed to be the super soldier."

"That doesn't count! I provoked you!" Tony says, exasperated.

"Doesn't change that it was selfish," Steve says stubbornly.

Tony rolls his eyes. "And the angel may nonsense continues."

"You were right, though," Steve insists. "Everything special about me came from a bottle; I'm just a kid from Brooklyn."

"I love how you turn my insults into further proof of your inhuman goodness."

"Am I ever going to win this argument?"

Tony shrugs. "It's debatable. I am world-class when it comes to arguing. I can do this all day."

That line makes Steve smile. "What?" Tony asks.

"Nothing important. Reminded me of someone."

Tony checks the clock; it's towards one A.M. "Listen, super-soldier, how much sleep do you need?"

Steve thinks, "Well, not very much. Why?"

"Because this joint is going to kick us out eventually, and I don't think I'm ready to head home yet. What about you?"

"Sure. Why not?" A smile spreads over his face. "Tony, have you ever been to Brooklyn?"

"No."

"I'm going to take you there. Some of it's got to be the same, right?"

Tony agrees. "My dad told me some crazy stories about you in Brooklyn that involved you jumping on cabs, dodging bullets and chasing a submarine. How much bullshit was he feeding me?"

Steve grins. "All true."

"No shit?" Tony sounds almost impressed. "Well, well, gramps has skills. I feel better about my child-worship of you now."

They stay another hour hashing over their greatest escapades before Steve drives into Brooklyn ("That's another thing, Tony; people used to know how to drive!") and points out the house he grew up in (or where it used to be, anyway), the river he jumped in, where he was injected. By three, they both have to admit that Fury and Pepper will kill them if they don't hurry back to the tower. Tony's amazing tolerance will make sure he's not hung-over tomorrow, and he'll see Steve tomorrow at seven A.M. when they're both getting their coffee before Tony goes to go tinker and Steve goes to run. The life of an Avenger is both astonishingly normal and incredibly strange.

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