Steve looked at the tv, a deep thrown on his face.

'Erm.. Jarvis?' The uncertainty in Steve's voice was easily noticeable.

'Yes, Mr Rogers?' Jarvis' fluent voice came out of the darkness.

Steve stopped, he still hadn't got used to the whole computer-with-a-voice thing. He still hadn't got used to the whole computer thing. Or electronics. It was Jarvis who turned everything on for him that he could, the only thing Jarvis couldn't work for Steve was his phone, which Tony had given him, because Tony wanted Steve to work it himself.

'Jarvis, explain love to me.'

'I don't think I can do that, Sir.'

Steve's frown deepened. 'What does love mean?'

'Would you like me to give you the definition from Wikipedia, Sir?' Steve's uncertainty had now spread to Jarvis.

'Erm… I don't know.' Steve had no idea what Wikipedia was, but he recalled Clint mentioning it last week to him. 'Yes please?'

'"Love is an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment. Love refers to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from pleasure "I loved that meal" to interpersonal attraction "I love my partner". "Love" may refer specifically to the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love, to sexual love, to the emotional closeness of familial love, to the platonic love that defines friendship, or to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love, or to a concept of love that encompasses all of those feelings. This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, compared to other emotional states." Does that help in any way, Sir?'

'I'd say yes, but I'm still confused. I'm so sorry, Jarvis.' Steve's voice rung with sorrow.

'Perhaps you should talk to Mr Stark about the matter?'

'I would, I'd actually love to, but a certain Mr Stark is avoiding me and has locked himself in his lab for the past… When was the last time me and him, er, spoke, Jarvis?' Steve flushed, his entire face a dark shade of pink.

'The last time you and Mr Stark conversed was Thursday night, Sir, four nights ago.'

'Thank you Jarvis.' Steve muttered.

It was quiet for a moment. 'Mr Stark has not left his room, even to go to the events he said he would go to. Which is a rare promise.'

Steve's guilt doubled.

'What were these events, Jarvis?'

'Two charity raises on Friday and Saturday night, and one party on Sunday night.'

'Charity raises?' Steve groaned, his guilt tripling.

'Does he have any events planned for tonight?' Steve almost daren't ask the question.

'Yes sir, an auction for a charity in the name of people with cancer.'

'I have to get him out of there.' Steve whispered.

As Steve walked down to the basement, he thought of how there was more to Tony that what he had first thought. Tony was arrogant, and stubborn, and cocky, and selfish, but he was generous to those who needed it, rude to those who deserved it, and hidden away behind his persona to everyone. He's not the type of person who goes through plans to figure out which one's best, he's the type who sees a solution and does it straight away, no matter what the consequences. Tony was better than a lot of people, one of the best, and he knew it, but for the wrong reasons.

Steve stopped in front of the glass door between him and Tony, who was underneath some type of machinery. Steve looked at the keypad that appeared out of nowhere on the glass, suspicious and unsure of what to do. He knocked on the window, knowing full well that Tony wouldn't be able to hear him over the noise he had playing.

'Jarvis, can you help me please?' Steve asked, looking up at the ceiling, and immediately hearing the noise from inside the room stop.

Tony pushed himself out from underneath the car he was working on. 'Jarvis, what are you doing?' Clearly annoyed, Tony brushed his hand against his clothes, trying to wipe off all the dirt.

'Mr Rogers wants to see you.'

'Not happening.' Tony spoke fast. 'Tell him I'm busy and show him the microwave, that'll distract him for a while.'

'Hey!' Steve said from outside the glass, his brow already furrowed at the word 'microwave'.

'Remind me to make that glass soundproof next week Jarvis.' Tony muttered quietly.

'Yes, sir. May I suggest that you speak to Mr Rogers about the issue you are having-'

'Mute.' Tony snapped. He opened the glass door, and walked back off towards the car.

'Stark-'

'Oh back to Stark are we? Damn I thought we were doing so well.'

'Tony-'

'How quick your feelings change for me, is this why you're here now?' Tony turned and looked Steve square in the eyes.

Steve flinched. 'What?' Confusion written all over his face.

'What do you want, Rogers?'

'That's what you're going to do? Call me Rogers, pretend like nothing happened, act like-'

'You said it was wrong!' Tony spluttered out.

'Yes, because you were drunk! I didn't want…' Steve stopped talking, his loud voice quickly decreased in volume. 'I didn't want the first time I kiss you, for your reaction not to be how you truly felt.'

'You think drink affects me enough to do something I wouldn't do sober?' Tony asked, clearly finding the thought hilarious.

'Clint told me you once got drunk and went to the toilet in your suit, so yes I do think drink clouds your judgement.' Steve snapped back at Tony.

'Whatever. Doesn't matter. Is there a reason you came here?' Tony's face was now blank.

'Why are you avoiding me?'

'Next question.'

Steve narrowed his eyes.

'Fine,' Steve said through gritted teeth. 'What does 'love' mean?'

Tony looked at him in surprise. 'Love?'

'Yes, love. There was this thing on that… Telepicture… Thing upstairs. It was about, erm, sex,' Steve flushed for the second time that night, 'but the people weren't in love? I don't understand it.'

'I'll be damned. Captain America doesn't understand a fling.' Tony chuckled as Steve's face burned more than before until Tony took pity on him. 'Alright, alright. Sex isn't always love. Not anymore. It might have been in your day-'

'Oh there definitely was… That, but it was rare. A disgrace upon the family, and if the girl ended up pregnant, she would be disowned. I never agreed with that consequence but…' Steve shrugged his shoulders and looked up at Tony again, his face pleading to understand.

'Well, nowadays it's a lot more common. Sex without love happens all the time. Could happen tonight if you wanted it to. Just go to the right bar and there you go. In fact, there's more sex without love than sex with love. Jarvis Is that true?'

'Statistics would support your theory, Sir.' Jarvis' voice caused Tony to remember why he was mad at him and Tony frowned.

'Look, Tony-' Steve began.

'Oh don't give me the emotional talk, Capsicle. Go play with the iPod Clint gave you, see if you can actually turn it on.' Tony turned and walked towards the car again.

'No Tony.' Steve clenched his jar and stood in front of Tony. 'You are listening to me now. I have more reason than you have to hide right now, and yet here you are, avoiding me, all because of a kiss?' Steve's brow furrowed again. 'I mean, if you didn't want it to happen, I'm sorry.' Steve looked down at his hands, lost his confidence, and walked away, leaving Tony stood alone in his lab, frowning.

Steve was in the kitchen when Tony's voice made him jump.

'You think I'm avoiding you because of the kiss?' Tony's voice made the idea seem ludicrous.

'Why else would you be?' Steve asked, still avoiding Tony's eyes. He grabbed a glass off the drying rack and rubbed it with the towel. 'I'm sorry, I should have thought earlier, you didn't want me to, you're not like that, I'm really sorry Tony.'

'Steve, shut up.'

Steve looked up and watched Tony walk towards him, and plant a kiss straight on his lips. Steve put his hand on Tony's waist and forgot all about everything he had to say.

Tony pulled away only slightly so he was still close. 'You know, you're not the sharpest tool in the toolbox.' He sighed.

'I don't understand that one.' Steve whispered, half joking, half serious.

'I'm not avoiding you because of the kiss. I liked the kiss, I want more of them. It's what I said before.' Tony squirmed in Steve's arms.

'Before…?' Steve questioned, trying to remember anything Tony could be upset about besides the kiss.

'What I told you, about my dad, I don't do… Sharing.' Tony scrunched up his nose and Steve nodded.

'Okay, personal issues, too personal. Understood.' Steve smiled and kissed Tony.

'Get a room guys.' Natasha joked as her and Clint came into the kitchen.

'Don't interrupt them! We can film them and sell it, make a fortune!' Clint nudged her and whipped out his phone, holding it at different angles to see which one you could get the most lip action from.

Steve pushed Tony away slightly, his face already burning pink.

Tony rolled his eyes, grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him towards the living room. 'I'm going to kill you later, Barton. I'll turn off the air conditioning and leave you with no air in the vents, serves you right for climbing around in them.' He muttered to Clint as he walked past him.

'You say it like that's a problem for me.' Clint yawned and walked to the fridge.

'Jarvis, let the people know I'm not going to the auction tonight.' Tony said in a bored voice.

'Tony!' Steve nearly shouted, his eyes wide in shock.

'What? Jeez Captain, keep your suit on! Hmm, now that's a thought…' Tony winked at Steve, who hadn't quite recovered from his last flush and turned pink all over again.

Tony laughed. 'Send the charity £10,000 and one of the cars. Not my favourite though Jarvis, or I swear I will change your voice to a high pitch Jamaican woman.'