Tony
Chapter 1 - Tony
Sam lazed on his sofa, flicking through the channels of the television. He sighed in content and stretched his legs on the wooden coffee in front of him. Today was a good day. A quiet day, with no giant monsters, earth destroying aliens from another dimension, crazy super-villains and no work. Today was a good day.
Was.
The man peered his eyes away from the TV when he heard a knock from his front door. He slightly squinted his eyes and curiously stared at the white wooden door. "Who the hell will be that be?" the raven muttered as he placed his feet on the polished wooden floor. He slowly stood up and placed the remote on the coffee table, somewhat caution with his unknown guest. Another knock was heard from the door, and a somewhat familia voice was heard from the other side of the door, "Oh, my god! You're slower than Steve when he's trying to figure out how to use the coffee machine!"
Sam's eyes widened, mouth slightly gaped. He quickened his steps and flung the door open.
There stood, Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark, aka Iron Man, in front of him, at his small humble home.
"Why are you here?" the Falcon questioned.
"Wow, nice," the billionaire strutted in the African-American's home, shoving him out of the way in the process, "small, very small, but nice."
Sam quickly got out of his shock and slammed his front door shut. He power walked to the tech genius and grabbed the man by the shoulder and swung him around.
"Answer my question, Stark," he growled, "why are you here."
Tony took off his sunglasses and hung them on his shirt. "Well, Sam," he said and swiped away the darker man's hand, "Pepper threw me out of my house and Rhodey's on vacation in Mexico."
The younger was baffled, confused and somewhat shocked. "That still doesn't answer my question!" he exclaimed loudly, "Why didn't you go to one of your luxurious penthouses? Or fly to Mexico? You can literally go anywhere, but you chose my place?"
"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist," the older, chuckled and started to stride to the kitchen, "Yeah about that," he paused and turned to the solder, "someone that reallydidn't like me, some super villain that I pissed off about 10-ish years ago blew them up." Stark gave the newest Avenger a smug grin and placed a hand on the solder's shoulder, "And Steve said you're very reliable when we need you." With that the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist strut, like he owned the place, to the kitchen.
God damn it, Steve!