AUTHOR'S NOTES

Omigosh! Thank you guys for sticking around and reading my fic! I know it was a little slow on posting, but I hope you guys enjoyed it~

This is the last little part to the story, so here is a little info on it.

This is set 5 years after the previous chapter, so Steve is about 25 while Tony is about 23. Steve has become quite popular in the art world while Tony makes money as an inventor and engineer.

"Tony!"

Loud rock music played through out the workshop, the only other sound that was barely heard was the clanging of tools. This was a constant when Tony was working on something big. The music however stopped abruptly and a familiar voice rang out in the workshop.

"Tony, what are you still doing down here?".

He turned around to see a strong blonde, arms crossed in front of him and a slightly irritated face. He was wearing a partially put on dress shirt and an untied bow tie around his neck. Tony didn't really pay too much mind to it though.

"I'm working on things. Inventing. Basically what I always do down here. What's with the getup?".

The blonde looked back at Tony with a look of seriousness.

"We are supposed to be at the gallery opening in about an hour, in case you forgot.".

Oops. Tony did forget. His face dropped. He didn't think he had lost track of time that badly. He just gets lost in his work when he hit a breakthrough, and time just fell out of the equation.

"JARVIS? How long have I been working today?". The brunette yelled out into nothingness while he tried to find a stopping point in his work. A voice was similarly heard out of the same nothingness in response.

"You have been down in the workshop for nearly twelve hours, Sir.".

Tony looked back at the blonde, apologetically.

"Steve, I'm sorry. I just hit something big and wanted to work on it, and I completely forgot about it.".

Steve looked at him and smirked.

"I know, that just how you are. But instead of apologizing, you need go shower and get dressed. I don't want to be late this time, especially since its my work being showcased.".

"Fiiiiine." Tony whined playfully. He cleaned up what was left of his work for the time being and started for the workshop door. He gave Steve a peck on the cheek and whispered in his ear in passing.

"You'll have to let me apologize to you later then~".

Steve's face grew hot with a blush. Tony loved that Steve still had that reaction after being with him for five years already.

"J-Just get upstairs and get ready, okay?". Steve managed to stutter out embarrassedly. Tony chuckled and did a half-assed salute

"Aye-Aye Captain.".

As Tony walked down the hallway to the bedroom, he looked at a set of paintings on the wall in passing as he often did. It was a set with four pieces. One yellow, one blue, one red, and one white. Tony always smiled as he passed them. They always reminded him of that one time a certain art major came up to him and asked if he would be the subject matter for his final project.