Steve looked up as the doors jingled open, his lips parted into a smile. But when he saw who it was with a very certain ginger-haired woman in tow, Steve tucked his head. "Oh God no." he scowled under his breath.

When Tony Stark had first strutted into Steve's small café, he had been absolutely delighted; Steve could literally see the dollar bills flashing in front of his eyes.

But when Tony had leaned towards the counter hip jutting out like he owned the place, Steve had thought maybe, just maybe it wasn't going to be as good as he thought. Tony had leaned in and smirked, removing his sunglasses. "Hey, gorgeous" Tony had drawled. And the next few weeks were possibly the worst days of Steve's life.

A blush encroached his neck as Tony began to very explicitly describe how he was going to mount Steve like a tree; the ginger-haired woman (Steve still didn't know her name) smiled at him apologetically and swatted Tony lightly on the arm. She walked up to him, her ginger hair swaying around. "I'm sorry." She whispered leaning in. Steve caught a whiff of peaches, and Steve inhaled lightly.

"That's okay." He said casting a wary look at Tony. "I'm used to it."

The woman laughed. "I'm Pepper." She said holding out her hand. Steve shook it.

"I'm Steve."

Someone snorted behind Pepper.

"Hey Pep, lay off my guy!" Tony yelled, as a few heads turned in their direction. Pepper gave Steve another apologetic look, before she disappeared and Tony stood in her place, reaching across the counter.

"I would like the usual please, darling." The sentence came out in its usual flirty drawl.

Steve rolled his eyes, but still couldn't help the shiver that traveled up his spine as Tony traced Steve's chin with his finger. "Thanks, beautiful." Tony smirked waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Steve pushed the coffee cup into Tony's hand, finally shutting the inventor up with 'the drink of the heavens.'

He always had Tony's order at the side, he told himself it was because he wanted Tony to leave his shop as soon as possible. Less sexual harassment usually meant a happier Steve. Usually.

But as he watched Tony strut out of his coffee shop hips swaying, he couldn't help but stare. But it wasn't Steve's fault that Tony always wore perfectly tailored pants that made his ass look amazing.

Steve sighed, and tried to ignore the knowing wink Pepper gave him before she left.