"That was a one-off thing! You really thought that we had something going on?" Tony asked.

Tears fell from Steve's eyes. "I thought..." he started, but gave up. There was something about the great Captain America crying, something about the metaphor for a rigid hero breaking that pulled at Tony's heartstrings. But there weren't any feelings in the first place.

The girl was getting a bit annoyed now. "You mean you guys were together?" She giggled. When met with the impassive faces of the two men, she remained as deathly silent as the pair. "Go up to my room, baby. Third floor." Tony whispered into her ear. She complied. Once she exit the room, Tony reached out to caress Steve's shoulder. "Don't touch me!" He screamed, dropping the bouquet of roses he once held. "I quit." The leader of the Avengers muttered, his face burning from having to even be in this situation.

Tony watched him go, just as he had watched so many others do before. He had chosen the path of a playboy, and a playboy he was.

He ascended through the lift to the third floor.