The first meeting...
It was the seventh week of college for 18-year-old Tony Stark. It had been good to start school again after the summer. Not because Tony was more than average fond of going to school. He had had a summer job that he enjoyed, and otherwise enjoyed his holidays with friends and his boyfriend. Until two weeks before the school started. Then he had discovered that his love, Brock Rumlow, had been unfaithful to him. One day Tony had come home early from work he had found Brock in bed with another man. One of their mutual friends, Justin Hammer.
Tony had been devastated. He had truly loved Brock, he had even hoped and believed that they one day would get married and have children together. The worst thing really was that Brock had been so...indifferent. He hadn't even tried to apologize or explain anything. Tony had used one day to take his most important things and moved out. Right now he was living with his good friend Natasha Romanoff.
For some days, right after the breakup with Brock, he had wanted to just drop out of college and do something completely different. Fortunately, after a tearful night of encouragement and motivation from Natasha, he had decided to do what he knew was the right thing.
Then something unexpected happened.
The person who now gave him this good, exciting feeling was named Steve Rogers. He was some years older than Tony, and was a teacher at the school. They had seen each other for the first time seven weeks ago, right after the school started. Tony had immediately noticed the tall, handsome blond man with the kind blue eyes. It had seemed like he was in a hurry, and he had only nodded to Tony. Still, it had been enough for Tony to start looking for him at school every day.
Sometimes Tony had felt ridiculous. He looked for a guy as if he were a fourteen-year-old in love. At the same time, it was good to be able to dream away, try to forget how painful it had been, what Brock had done.
But today, something even more unexpected, and for Tony completely unreal nice, happened. On his way home after the end of the school day, he had caught sight of Steve in the parking lot. He obviously had problems with the car. Without really knowing what he was doing, Tony walked up to him. After all, mechanical things were something he understood and liked.
It had turned out to be easy to fix. Thank God! Tony had enjoyed the small moment where he could help this beautiful man, thinking it was much better than nothing. And that was where they were now.
- Then everything should be in order again, said Tony and closed the hood of the car. He looked up at the other man, and prepared to pick up his school bag and leave before it got too embarrassing. -Oh...thanks so much for the help, I...I really don't know how to do things like this, he said and smiled a smile that made Tony's stomach almost jump.
- My name is Steve Rogers, by the way, he continued and held out his hand. Much to his annoyance, Tony felt himself actually blushing. He! Tony Stark! It hadn't even happened when he was with Brock.
-Tony Stark, Tony answered and shook hands. - I'm glad I could help. -After all, mechanical stuff is my thing, he smiled sheepishly. Damn fool! How obvious it was that, without even knowing the man, he was already captivated!
But Steve didn't seem to notice. - I don't really know if I should do this... since you are a student and I am a assistant teacher, he said instead after a short moment and looked down. But I would be happy if I could treat you to a cup of coffee, as thanks for your help, I mean... he explained.
Tony thought at first that he was only hearing this in his own head. As a sort of answer to what he had been thinking and dreaming about for weeks now. He looked up at Steve again. The blue eyes... The open, trusting, beautiful face. He smiled at Tony. -Uh...yes, it would have been great...I mean...very...uh nice, Tony stammered.
What the hell! Tony Stark, stuttering like an idiot! Oh shame... Luckily some of the sense he actually thought he had returned to his haunt.
- So nice, smiled Steve. - How about that coffee shop on the corner, would you like it? he asked. Tony nodded, sure he could. Tomorrow, Saturday morning was fine. So, at 10.00 am they were supposed to meet there. For a cup of coffee. Tony had to remind himself of that. It was only about a cup of coffee. Not a date, dammit! But still...there was a chance to see Steve... Damn you, Tony, he thought to himself.