“You’re going to have to do something to redeem yourself in my eyes, I always give people a chance to do so.” He said in a serious tone, walking into the small diner and sitting in a booth, unbuttoning his wet shirt as the staff waved to him and greeted him, he smiled in return courteously. Obviously he was a regular in the place that seemed quite cosy.
“Do I? Do you always give people second chances? I normally don’t, that’s a nice way to have people that annoy you back in your life”, Tony said, not sure if he made any sense. “Order whatever you want, bill’s on me”
“No need to flash your cash, I have a tab here. As for second chances, well, you’re on your third. So you should be grateful for them.” He said as the waitress approached them,
“Hi Steve, what can I get you and your- … Oh my… it’s Tony Stark.” She said as she spotted Tony,
“Yeah, Julie, can I just have my regular please, the same for Tony too.” He said, smiling at her politely.
“O-okay… Are you sure T-tony Stark doesn’t want anything else..?” She asked as she looked at Tony with awe, it wasn’t often celebrities walked into the place.
“Oh, Julie, can I borrow a spare uniform shirt while you’re at it?” He asked,
“S-sure Steve, just give it back before your shift this weekend, okay?”
“Sure thing.” He said, though he could clearly see that she was just staring at Tony, almost scared to ask his order. Her voice quivered and her knees were shaking as if she was going to fall over.
“Third? You must really like me to give me a third chance then, Rogers”, Tony laughed, noticing that his sudden entrance in the store did got him some attention.
“Tony Stark, flesh and bone”, he smiled, flashing a smile at the girl. “Could you get me some coffee, pretty lady?”, he asked, winking at her. Steve could talk all he wanted about his lack of social skills, but this particular kind of skill, well, he mastered it ages ago. “No need to be shy, I’m nothing special”, he said, smiling again.
“Y-yes sir, oh my…” She said, blushing brightly as she skipped off to the kitchen, fanning herself with the little pad of paper that she held in her hands. Steve, meanwhile, took off his shirt and squeezed the water out of it into a small jug that was sat on the table, putting the jug to one side so that the water could be disposed of later.
“So, you come here often, I take it”, Tony said in an attempt to break the silence. He felt a few eyes staring at his back but he did his best to ignore it.
“Yes, I work here on weekends to help pay my rent, but the guys at school don’t know that.” He said, folding his wet jacket next to him and placing it near the heater.
“Oh, right. Yeah, won’t say anything, have no worries”, he said, reaching his hands out to get warmer. Maybe he shouldn’t be that mean to Steve sometimes, as he was getting to know him more, he realised that he shouldn’t complain about his own life, at least not to him.
The waitress arrived with a white t-shirt over her arm, as well as a pot of coffee and two mugs, placing them down as she poured the coffee then threw the shirt to Steve.
“Thank you!” Steve said, putting on the shirt that was far too tight for him, but it was the best they had; considering he had his normal work attire at home. The one at home was the only shirt in that size that the place had, they weren’t used to employing men - all of the rest of the staff were women, and the place was small and looked like it hardly had enough money to maintain the staff that it had. But on the plus side, it had a warm atmosphere, and the staff was friendly. The people that were there were obviously regulars, nattering amongst each other and the staff, though now that they had realised the Tony Stark was in the building, they couldn’t help but stare.
Steve pulled the warm cup of coffee into his hands, pouring some milk into it and then blowing on it, watching the steam rise as the waitress smiled at Tony again, she was in awe, trying not to giggle as she rushed behind the counter after serving the two.
“Thanks”, Tony said to the waitress, flashing another smile. He couldn’t help but notice how tight the shirt looked on Steve as he was mimicking his actions, adding milk and sugar in his own mug and quickly taking a sip to calm himself down. He didn’t mind the attention that he drew, after all he was so used to it and he did enjoy it under certain circumstances.
Steve cupped his hands around the mug and held it close; it felt good to feel warmth in his hands again. He fidgeted uncomfortably in the shirt, but shrugged it off, knowing that it was the best they could do for now.
Next Chapter: [Chapter 49]