Hello! It's been a while since I've posted on here, mostly because of the hostile takeover they did with a few of my stories. But I thought that it'd be nice to come on back. This is a bit different than what I'm used to writing, so bare with me if the characterization is a bit off.

Just to clarify, this is not a super powered story. This is based on the movie Midnight in Paris, which is completely fabulous and wholeheartedly recommended, and my Steve and Tony are just regular guys. Apologies if you were looking for something else.

Also, I do not own any of the material used. They belong to their respective owners.

Please enjoy, darlings!

"Pepper, I don't understand why you thought that it'd be a good idea to drag me to Paris," Tony complained loudly as he trudged behind his fiancé in the airport terminal. "I don't speak French, you don't like French food, this is a lose-lose situation for the both of us."

"I'm impressed that you managed to think of someone other than your ego for a change," Pepper replied without stopping or looking up from her phone. "But just for the record, this is a business trip about the latest developments you have had and we owe Yvette Avril more than you can even begin to fathom."

"If I remember right, though, and I do, she didn't actually succeed in saving the company from that bastard Stane." Tony didn't realize that the clacking of her heels had stopped until he was face to face with the beautiful woman.

"And just for the record," she replied with a low voice, "I love everything French." She gave him a light, barely there kiss before spinning around on the heel of her Louboutin and walking off.

Her fiancé was left in a slight daze before shaking his head and moving a little faster to catch up. "You know, Pepper, the French did invent a lot of things."

"Keep telling yourself that, Tony!"

"Tony, please put your tie back on," Pepper asked. They had only been in their suite for twenty minutes and Tony had already gotten down to his favorite Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans and pulled out a tablet to run a few algorithms he came up with on the flight over. He gave a noncommittal grunt and kept working. Having had enough of his antics, she took the tablet right out of his hands and ignored the pterodactyl noise in response.

"I thought this was supposed to be a business trip, not an opportunity to torture the man you apparently love," he grumbled. "Pep, when have any of the people who work for me actually expected me to show up dressed nicely?"

"I suppose Sober Tony is what they are really going to be happy with," Pepper agreed. "But you are still wearing a suit." She threw the discarded suit back onto Tony, who made a few more snide remarks while trying to get his trousers back on.

There was a knock on the door. "Everyone decent?" Happy called.

"Come on in, Happy," Pepper called from her perch on the balcony. "I hope you have just as nice of a view from your room."

"Yep!" Happy replied as he hopped out onto the balcony with the blonde. "It's pretty amazing here, isn't it? I can't believe Tony had me come out here too."

"His selfless side is usually overshadowed by his stupidity and selfishness," Pepper commented without taking her eyes off the view of Champs Elysees. "You know, I've always wanted to live here, but Tony has his heart set in New York."

"That is one hundred percent true," the man said from behind as he joined the others on the balcony. "The first arc reactor and my spares are at home so my heart is quite literally in New York. How's it going Happy? Like the room? No one steal anything from you?"

Happy laughed and shook his head. "The room is great, Tony. I really appreciate you taking me along on this trip."

Tony waved him off and grabbed a glass of wine from the table. "I need someone to drive me around and Pepper refuses to do that so, you're up."

Happy smiled. He knew that this was Tony's way of showing his friends that he cared.

A silence fell as they all admired the view. Well, Happy and Pepper did. Tony ran more numbers in his head until he got bored and made them all leave for the Benefit.

"Why is there nothing but wine?"

"I can't breathe in this stupid tie."

"Pepper, I hate this and need some air."

Eventually, Tony found himself outside. He finally had a moment of quiet where he could throw his tie off and break out his cell phone. Being engaged to Pepper had changed him. He used to have absolutely no filter and loved it. But Pepper had taught him to bite his tongue. He was now more polite and compliant and it was awful. He no longer felt like Tony Stark. He felt like Neutered Tony Stark.

He sighed and sat down on the nearest steps. He put his face in his hands. What was he going to do? He (probably) loved Pepper and felt (unlike himself) great with her.

"Anything I can do to help you, sir?"

Tony looked up to see where the American voice came from. He was shocked to see a towering blond man who was built like a freaking house. He had the All American Boy look that everyone fawned over. Well, aside from the fact that his body looked like it was carved out of stone. Tony had to stop himself from reaching out and touching the obviously toned abs visible through the man's checkered blue button down under his bomber jacket. Mystery Man raised an eyebrow. Obviously, Tony had been staring for just a bit too long.

"No, no, I'm good. Thanks though," he stammered. Stammered? Since when the hell did Tony Stark stammer?

"Are you sure? Because you look a little off," Mystery Man asked. He set down the books in his hands and leaned in closer to Tony to check…something on his face, Tony wasn't sure what, but he wasn't about to start complaining. Even if you are only 68% straight, doing something with this guy is cheating and cheating is cheating and Pepper deserves better.

Tony blinked a few times and leaned away to stand. "I'm sorry, I have to go. My uh, my…Pepper is expecting me and I should uh…I should get back." He looked around and found that he couldn't recognize anything from what he observed earlier on his walk. "Except I have no idea where I am…"

It looked like he had wandered into Old Town. Was there an Old Town in Paris? It was all old. No one would call Tony Stark the most observant man around. Pepper had kicked him in the shins when he had asked her when she had colored her hair to blonde; in reality it had been a few weeks before he noticed, so really he did deserve it. But he could have sworn that the little café on the corner had been a Starbucks when he passed it a few minutes ago and that the vintage clothing shop was really a high end Chanel. Even the street was now made of brick and the lights were all what Pepper would describe as "quaint." What the actual f-

"Do you need a ride? I was just walking back to my car. Well, not mine, but my friend Bucky's," M.M. explained. "I'm Steve Rogers, by the way."

How fitting; an All American name for an All American guy. "I'm Tony Stark."

Steve started. "Stark? Like Howard Stark?" Tony grimaced and bit back an insult about his father. He nodded. "Well, any friend of Mr. Stark's is a friend of mine. He personally financed my trip here for my studies."

Of course he did. He did love those charity ca- wait.

"How is that possible?" Tony asked. Steve just looked confused. He elaborated. "Howard was my father and died years ago."

Steve laughed. "Not possible. I just talked to him on the phone today. He was checking on how I was doing in class."

This is guy is obviously delusional and needs some help.

"All right, Rogers. Thanks for the offer to ride the crazy train, but I'll take care of myself from here on out."

Tony started to walk towards the tall building he saw in the distance. Pepper kept telling him what it was, but it wasn't necessary to remember. Arc de something. Whatever. He made sure that his cell had the latest GPS abilities when he last rebuilt it so he pulled it out to check.

"What the hell?" he muttered when he saw that there was absolutely no service on it. Impossible. He had built it himself. It was perfect. Except, it wasn't. He turned to the guy from before and yelled for him to stop. "Now listen, I don't know what the hell is going on here and maybe you do. First off, why do you think my dear old dad is alive?"

Steve gave Tony another look. "I'm sorry, sir, but I really did speak to him tonight. I don't have a reason to lie to you about this."

"Too bad he's dead," Tony muttered sarcastically. Luckily, it didn't seem like Mystery Man – Rogers. Steve Rogers. – had heard him. Instead of pressing the issue further, the older man just shook his head and decided to drop it. Not like he was getting anywhere with this guys anyway. "So you said you could give me a ride?"

In the car, Tony pulled out his phone again to try to pull up directions, but there was still no signal.

"Damn," he muttered and shoved it back into his pocket. At least this guy doesn't look like a murderer. His car is way too nice for him to haul bodies in it. "This is a pretty sweet ride. What is it, an IRAT Roadster?"

"Yep," Steve said with a slight bit of pride. That was probably more than the guy was used to showing. "My friend Bucky got it right off the lot in '37. Pretty swell, huh?"

"Yeah, swell, right. Wait did you say he bought it off the lot in '37? As in 1937?" Tony was pretty sure he heard the guy right, but he couldn't have. That was over 80 years ago…

"For 7 years old, it still runs like a dream, doesn't it?" Steve replied. He thought Tony was just enamored by the car's beauty and purr.

"Seven years…so it's 1944…"

"Exactly how much did you have to drink tonight, Mr. Stark?"

"Apparently, not enough." Tony took a few deep breaths. Remember your heart condition Tony,a voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like Pepper, said. "Why are you in France if it's 1944 then? Shouldn't you be off defending your country against Hitler or something?"

Steve's hands noticeably clenched on the steering wheel. "I enlisted, but they rejected me as a soldier."

Tony simply stared. "You're the size of a house. Nazis would run at the sight of you. How would they pass you up?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, Mr. Stark," the blond said as he came to a stop. "I think this is the hotel you said you were at?"

Tony looked out and read the sign of the place Pepper had picked out. "Yeah, it looks right."

"Looks a bit ritzy, if you ask me," Steve said. "Not very personable."

Says the man who admires my father. "My fi…Pepper picked it out. Not a lot of choice there."

"Dames. I gotcha," Steve chuckled. "I should be off. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Stark." He reached out his hand to shake Tony's but he was already out of the car.

"Thanks for the lift, Rogers. I think I'll see you around," Tony replied before turning around and leaning into the window. "And Mr. Stark is my father's name and I'll have to beat you up, or hire someone to beat you up, if you call me anything but Tony from now on."

"All right, Tony. Have a good night."

And with that, Steve drove off. Tony watched him before turning back to the hotel and entering. It was all the same as before when he first arrived with Pepper. He trudged up the stairs, thankful that Pepper hadn't come back from the party yet. He shot off a text saying where he was and collapsed on the bed.

"What the hell happened to me tonight?"

So, what do you think? This is the first thing I've posted in a quite some time, so some input would be lovely.

Special thanks to my friend cutintostars. She is a fantastic beta and an even more fantastic person.