A/N: Hey guys and gals! I have decided to revise this story, so to speak. The last few chapters I've been working on turned out to be longer and more descriptive than the first few, so I spruced the whole story up a bit. It's still the same story just with more words and better wording. My writing has changed over the years and I want this story to be cohesive. I hope you enjoy the little changes I made. Enjoy the Stony that lives in my brain.

P.S. All this occurred after the events of The Avengers but before Iron Man 3. That's when I first started writing this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am just borrowing them to do as I wish (which is what they want) and I will return them unscathed when the story is finished.

Steve walked down the staircase that led to Tony's lab. He had something to tell Tony and he was hoping that Tony was alone. As Steve got to the glass walls he saw Tony showing Clint a small device.

"Ah, Stars and Stripes, I was just telling Hawkeye about this new missile I built." Tony said as Steve entered the room.

Steve looked at the small device in Tony's hand. It was made of a dark metal and had four little wings evenly spaced around the base of the device. It looked just like any other missile but miniaturized. Steve knew that today's technology could do amazing things but he was sure that missiles still had to be large to pack a big enough punch.

"Isn't that a little small to be a missile? Aren't missiles usually huge?" Steve asked.

Clint scoffed. "That's what I told him. The most damage my arrow attachments can do is a small explosion that could take out a bus engine."

"Well, yes, generally some are huge. But not all have to be huge," Tony answered matter of fact. "I built this one special for Hawk's arrows."

Steve watched as Tony demonstrated how the miniature missile fit on Clint's arrow.

"It clicks into place like this," Tony said as Steve heard a clicking noise. "And it's ready to be used. It has enough nuclear energy to blow up a whole building relatively the size of mine. But don't use it on my building, Barton."

"No promises," Clint said with a smirk.

"Wow, that's amazing work, Howard." Steve realized what he was saying a second too late.

The huge grin that Tony had was replaced with a frown and downcast eyes. Clint looked at Steve with huge eyes. He turned to Tony and then back at Steve with a disappointing look. Tony turned and walked out of the room.

"Wait, Tony. I'm sorry," Steve shouted as Tony made his way up the stairs.

Steve took a step towards the way Tony had gone and was halted by a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at Clint who had a sad look in his eyes.

"You should let him be alone for a little while," Clint said.

Steve nodded his head and made his way out of Tony's lab. Steve decided to go to the tower's gym that Tony had added for him. He walked into the gym and was grateful it was empty. He began making a pile of punching bags next to the hook in the ceiling and hung one up. He didn't even bother taping up his hands, like he needed it anyway. He started punching all of his thoughts away. Tony's smile. Punch. Calling Tony by his father's name. Punch, punch. Tony's saddened expression. Punch, punch, punch.

The last punch threw the punching bag across the room where it hit the wall with a loud thud. Steve took a second to bring himself back down to reality before he picked up another punching bag and hung it up. He had the same thoughts over and over until they were all he could think about. Tony's smile. Punch. Calling Tony by his father's name. Punch, punch. Tony's saddened expression. Punch, punch, punch.

Steve was too focused to hear Tony approaching. Tony stared at Steve as he took another sip from his glass. It was hard for him to stay mad at Steve. As much as Tony wanted to continue hating Steve and grab on to any chance he could get to be angry with him, Tony just couldn't. As Steve sent the second punching bag flying, Tony made his presence known.

"I could set you up with virtual punching bags. That might be less destructive to the wall and the bags," Tony said as he leaned against the doorframe and took another sip from his glass.

Steve picked up the third punching and hung it without looking at Tony. He placed his fists on it trying to think of what to say.

"Look, Tony, I'm really sorry about..."

"No, don't apologize. I get it," Tony interrupted as he walked over towards the captain.

Steve looked at Tony with sad eyes. "It's just, you look so much like him. And it's hard sometimes to tell whether I'm then or now," Steve said as he stared into Tony's brown eyes.

"Yeah, well, I'm over it. It's no big deal," Tony said as he dropped his eyes.

In truth, it bugged Tony to no end. He hated being reminded that he looked like his father. Especially from Steve. The man he idolized as a child and grew to hate as he got older. His father was always comparing him to Captain America. That's where his hatred came from. He hated that his father couldn't even be proud that Tony did something. He was always saying how different Captain America would have done it.

But now that he has met Captain America, his hatred has lessened. After seeing the man behind the mask, Tony noticed that his hatred was replaced by other feelings. He noticed that he couldn't even be in the same room with Steve without his mind wandering. He thought of different scenarios from kissing Steve to waking up in his arms after a long night together. Pushing those thoughts aside, Tony finished his drink and placed the glass on the floor.

"Mind if I get in a few punches?" Tony asked.

"Sure." Steve said as he stepped back.

Tony began punching and couldn't help but feel the Captain's eyes watching him.

Tony chuckled. "Enjoying the show, Cap?"

Tony turned his head and saw a blushing super soldier. Steve ducked his head to try to hide his red face.

"Well, I was - I was watching your technique. In case we get into a fight, I'll know how to beat you." Steve said as he tried to stop his cheeks from being red.

"What ever you say, Capsicle." Tony said with a smirk as he turned to exit the gym.