Tony sighed; he had been waiting for Steve to show up for twenty minutes now. He was hoping that he hadn't forgotten they had lunch together because he hated to wait for nothing and he starting to get really hungry. It must have been the hundredth time he looked at his watch before he spoke up, "Jarvis, please tell me you know where Steve is."

"Mister Rogers isn't currently in the house sir."

"You got to be kidding me..."

"The last records of the outside cameras show him heading to the edge of the cliff. I believe he might be down to the seashore, the cameras often recorded him appearing from the cliff with his pants rolled up to his knees and his feet covered in sand."

Tony sighed once more before standing up and heading outside. He never went out there and he knew why: the wild bushes, rocks and sand were ruining his shoes. Finally, he reached the edge of the cliff, and looking down he noticed that, indeed, Steve was down there.

"Steve!" he yelled to get his attention. But it seemed he couldn't hear him due to the wind and the sound of the sea.

Tony knew that meant he had to climb down the cliff. He tried to find a safe route and found a small natural path, though that meant he had to climb down some rocks first, or let himself fall about two meters and then again at the end to get to the ground. He let out another exasperated sigh. This would definitely ruin his clothes and shoes, great, and he didn't feel like going back in the house to change his clothes before going back out, yet again, to get the Captain. As he started his way down, Tony mumbled to himself how much he hated this guy for making him do such things, wondering why he even bothered to do all that to get him for just a lunch.

Tony let himself fall to the beach when he reached the end of the path, luckily landing on his feet – if his clothes had been covered in sand, he would have killed Steve dead. He dusted his clothes and walked up to Steve, who had his pants rolled up to his knees and his shoes in one hand as he was simply dipping his feet to the ankles into the sea. Tony stopped and recoiled while grimacing when he saw the limit between the wet and dry sand – he had some issues with large amounts of water, plus, his poor shoes had seen enough for today – he wasn't going further than this. Steve was just three meters away from him now.

"Steve!"

Steve jumped at the call of his name, turning around to see Tony who didn't look too happy. He even looked really annoyed. Steve wondered for a second why could be mad at him; he then remembered that Tony invited him to have lunch with him. Though, to be honest; he didn't even think Tony was serious about this.

"I'm sorry Tony, I completely forgot about our lunch." he said wincing in embarrassment.

Tony was about to open his mouth to say something mean to him, he'd even planned what he would say during his way down, muttering all sorts of curse under his breath; but somehow, the sincerely sorry expression on Steve's face, with those big blue eyes, which reminded him of an embarrassed puppy, made him lose his willpower to say anything. He just sighed and shook his head, keeping an annoyed expression on his face.

"Never mind."

Tony looked around as Steve walked up to him. He never came down here; he didn't even know there was such a place here. There was about two hundred meters of beach circled by the cliff: A place completely virgin, untouched by human beings.

"Didn't know there was such a place here."

"I found it when I took a walk around the house. I like the sea, it reminds me of Brooklyn." Steve said, his voice getting lower and lower. He paused for a moment as old memories came back to him. Good memories which had started to hurt since he came back from the dead. He briefly shook his head with a smile, trying not to sink into the past in front of Tony. "I guess it's just one of the few things that doesn't seem to change with time." he added while turning his head to take another look at the sea.

His clear blue eyes dimmed for a moment, and Tony caught a glimpse of the nostalgia that lay in the ageless hero's heart. The vision of the sea unchanged brought him back in time; it felt as if he never left. It helped to relieve him of the stress of seeing all the changes the world and his own world undergone whilst he was sleeping. But he knew there was a time he had to wake up and go back into this world he struggled to understand, but seemed much more bearable since he met new people.

"So, are we going?" asked Steve turning his head back to Tony, a sudden enthusiastic smile on his face.

"Sure."

There was a silence as they were walking side by side towards the cliff until Tony decided to open his mouth since he didn't like these awkward silences following such intimates moments, he didn't feel comfortable after witnessing this kind of thing. He tried to avoid or shorten them as much as he could, like it was the plague and he was a man without a healing factor.

"Jarvis told me you come down here a lot."

"Yeah, I do. Like I said; I come from Brooklyn, the sea is a part of me. It's one of the reasons that I like that all the walls facing the sea are windows. But sometimes it's nicer feeling the water rather than just looking at it. Also, I think Clint doesn't know this place exists, which makes it even better." Steve said laughing soon followed by Tony.

"I might start joining you, then! Gosh, I hate that guy's behavior; he looks like he's constantly on duty, wandering around the house at crazy hours! I know it's the way he is, but it's creepy, he always checks on everybody just to see what they are doing. And he's so quiet; it's like he pops out from fucking nowhere and just stares at you for a moment before leaving without a word! It looks like he's thinking 'Soon...' and plotting to kill us when we least expect it! He should not do that to me, he knows I'm cardiac! He will kill me someday; makes me paranoid."

"He makes everyone paranoid." Steve chuckled.

When they reached the top of cliff they took a break, Steve to put his shoes on and roll down his pants, Tony to dust off his clothes again – mumbling to himself how much he hated getting dirty when he was dressed up to go out in town. They then both headed to the workshop to take a car.

Steve waited next the Ferrari, making sure Tony easily understood that he really did love that car and wanted to take it again. It made the billionaire chuckle as he took the keys, but then an idea popped up in his mind and he decided to put them back where they were and walked up to Steve to stop in front of him and stare at him.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Yes: you." Steve raised an eyebrow at this statement which came out of nowhere."You look like a grandpa" Tony almost lost it when he saw Steve's surprised face move to a hurt puppy one."Enough with the plaid shirts; give it to me." He said raising a commanding hand to him.

"No." Steve simply let out with a slight blush blossoming on his cheeks as he broke eye contact.

"And why is that?"

"I don't wear anything under." He said turning his head, trying to ignore Tony's gaze. The color of his cheeks deepened a little as he heard him laugh.

"Are you serious? You're serious. Do I have to remind you I already saw you completely naked?" Steve didn't answer him, nor look at him, and Tony let out a sigh."Follow me."

Steve did as he was told, wondering where Tony was taking him now. Soon enough he recognized the path to Tony's room. They entered it together and Tony closed the door behind Steve before walking up to him and once again holding his hand out once again.

"Now that we are in a more intimate place where no one can disturb, or see even us; give me the shirt."

Steve let out an exasperated sigh but then agreed to give the shirt to Tony after a minute. He knew there was no point trying to change his mind, once Tony had an idea it stuck like cement, but he didn't expect that as soon as Tony would have his shirt in his hands he would rip it in half in front of his face.

"What on Earth are you doing? What's wrong with you? You have issues Tony! Go to see a doctor before you hurt someone! I liked this shirt..." Steve said as his brows arched with sympathy for the now destroyed shirt lying on the floor. Tony didn't even bother listening to him; he walked up to his closet to take out a black shirt of his before coming back in front of Steve, holding it out for him to take it.

"I'm tired of these incredibly ugly plaid shirts you always wear tucked in your pants. Try that."

Steve sighed as he took the shirt; it wasn't like he had any other choice. He couldn't even try to argue and tell him he wasn't sure they had the same shirt size since Tony had it made to fit him. He just put the shirt on, leaving it open for him to see that the sleeves were too short for him and the fabric was dramatically tense around his biceps. Plus, the shoulders were way too tight for him, it made it even more uncomfortable; Steve started to doubt that he could close the shirt even if he wanted to.

"Well... you look like Banner Hulking up." Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. "By the way I always wondered how his pants never gave up on him, what are they made of? Your shield and my armor are nothing in resistance compared to the Hulk's pants" Steve buried his face in his hands, as if it would stop the terrible images Tony just made him see in his head, as he let out a soft laugh.

"You stop messing with Bruce, Tony. Next time he catches you, he'll throw you back."

"He wouldn't dare to do that. Give me my shirt back before you make it explode, you Muscle Man"

Steve took off the shirt with care, since he felt the stitches starting to give up. He hadn't finished taking it off that Tony took another trip to the closet and was already back in front of him, holding out a t-shirt. Steve let out another long sigh as he gave the shirt and took the t-shirt instead.

"It's too big for me and it's a bit stretchy, I think it will fit just nicely."

Steve held the shirt to look at the graphic and turned white. "What is that? I'm not putting that on, it's horrible!"

"Steve, don't you dare say anything about Iron Maiden's designs."

"It's ugly! It's terrifying! What is this, a monster? A zombie? I am not putting that on, I will scare children!"

Tony barely held back a chuckle, he had to admit it was a pretty funny picture to imagine Captain America wearing a terrifying shirt with the angel face he had and his known tidy nature; very contradictory.

"Just put it on. And if it makes you feel better, trust me; it's a very good music band."

Once again, Steve gave up; he knew Tony would not let him go out without this stupid shirt on. It felt a little tight but he still was comfortable. Steve heard Tony laugh when he tucked his shirt in his pants.

"You're kidding me, right?" Steve raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had done wrong again. Tony gripped his shirt and pulled it out of his pants."No one do this anymore Steve, only grandpas. It's much better like that."

Tony took a step back to look at him to check if he was okay now but mostly to look at the way the shirt molded Steve's pectorals and the short sleeves allowed his biceps to show. He held back a wince of jealousy in front of the man's body; every single bit of him seemed to be made to display his power while at the same time showing a shy delicacy in his features – the perfect illustration of the man's strength as much as his great heart. Tony couldn't hold back himself from messing Steve's hair with both his hands, making him growl. He took a step back to look at him one more time.

"Now you're good! You look so much younger! Seventy years old, sixty-five at best! You should thank me for making you look that good" Steve gave him what was supposed to be a death glare.

"Tony, if your ego had a face I would punch it so hard, it would kill you dead. Stop throwing flowers to yourself; you'll have plenty at your burial."

Tony let out a loud laugh at Steve's threatening words.

"Yeah, right; I know you would never hurt me, but to see you try to make me believe otherwise is funny."

"Oh, you do?" Tony almost felt something in him shiver in horror when he saw the far too innocent looking smile spreading across Steve's face."You see Tony, that's the thing. People think I'm naturally good hearted and innocent, I admit I can be clueless sometimes, but it doesn't change the fact that, if one day I decide to kill you, no one will ever think to suspect me. If they ever find your body – which I highly doubt they would." Steve said still with this soft expression.

Steve's appearance really didn't fit the words which just escaped his lips, which made the whole thing somewhat adorable and yet atrociously terrifying at the same time. For a moment he really looked like a man that could happily torture someone for hours with a childish smile. The sight made Tony's eyes widen as he let his jaw drop, as the wrongness of the situation became strangely arousing. The expression "Killing with kindness" seemed to take on a whole new level.

"Where the hell did that come from, Steve? I didn't know you had that in you. Looks like I really underestimated you; you're going to take the first place in my favorites."

"That would make Thor very sad." Steve said with a chuckle.

Finally they could get going. The two men headed to the workshop together and Steve went back to camp next the beloved black Ferrari.

"Watch it!" Steve had just the time to lift his eyes and catch the keys of the car in a reflex. He frowned to Tony who walked past him to open the passenger door."I think you know how to drive Captain. The GPS will guide you. Just try not to ruin my car."

Tony let out a chuckle when he saw Steve's eyes widen in disbelief and took the passenger seat. Tony didn't think for a second the road trip would be so... unexpected.

Here is the third chapter, I know it's much shorter than the others, about half the size but I felt like dividing it to make a little cliffhanger. Hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget, reviews feed the authors!