Steve works the cash register during the morning shift at Starbucks, and this has its downsides. For one, the only people who come in this early are impatient students who you can just tell got little to not sleep the previous hundred nights and uptight working adults who cannot stand not doing anything while waiting in line. At that moment, in front of Steve was a woman dressed in all black, from blazer to pencil skirt to pumps.

"Venti expresso Frappuccino," the lady said, looking momentarily up from her Blackberry to order.

"Coming right up. Name?" Steve asked.

"Sharon." She didn't even look up this time.

Steve gave a soft sigh of exasperation as he wrote her name on her cup, knowing full well this action would go unnoticed by her. He passed the receipt to her and she habitually took it and walked to the counter, somehow constantly occupied with something on her phone.

Steve smiled out of habit and opened his mouth to greet the next customer, but that customer was too engrossed in a phone conversation to pay any attention to the fact that Steve was waiting to take his order.

"Honestly, I could not care less that Hammer Tech is releasing new weapon-" The customer paused to listen before he interrupted the speaker on the other end. "Yes, even if it is a week before the Stark Expo."

Steve cleared his throat.

The customer lifted his index finger to Steve.

"Sir, I'm going to have to request that you order, you're currently holding up the line."

"I am frankly insulted – Venti macchiato – that you think anything Hammer Tech does is going to affect the sale of my – of Stark Industries' weapons." The customer ordered mid-sentence.

"Name?" Steve asked, slightly forcefully.

"Tony Stark." Tony replied.

"Here you go," Steve said with a smirk, giving Tony his receipt. Tony didn't notice Steve's unusual behaviour, not that he would have cared, well, at least not until he saw (or heard) for himself the reason behind it.

Halfway through taking a customer's orders, Steve observed from the side of his eye that his co-worker was holding the Venti sized macchiato with a name very, very clearly and neatly written on it, and immediately looked at Tony. He wanted to see Tony's reaction.

"Tony Snark?" His co-worker called out. When there was no response, she asked again. "Is there a Tony Snark here who ordered a Venti macchiato?"

Tony's eyes narrowed, and Steve could just make out from Tony's lips that he had said something along the lines of "Let me call you back" before he slid the phone into his pocket. Tony walked to the counter with calculated strides and Steve bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.

"Here's your change, sir." Steve said, giving the customer his change in cash on top of a receipt.

"For future reference, the name is Stark." Tony had walked back to the start of the line, and his tone was both displeased and sarcastic. Without hesitation, Tony turned around and left Starbucks.