Steve RodgersxReader Chapter 1.

"I don't know what to do, Tony!" you whined, throwing your hands up into the air and sighing in frustration.

"What's the matter?" the billionaire philanthropist asked you as he ate a spoonful of yogurt.

"I really, really, really, really, really, like this one guy! But, he doesn't even know I exist..." you said, and pouted at the end of your sentence.

"First of all, why are you talking to me about this? And, secondly, how can you be so sure about that? I'm sure he's noticed you at least a couple of times."

"He hasn't, because," you said, completely ignoring his first statement, and pausing for dramatic affect as you gasped in some air. "he hasn't even met me yet!" you finished.

Stark choked on his spoonful of yogurt. He hadn't expected that. What were you doing now, stalking? Do you even get paid for that?

You sat on his couch, fidgeting and patiently waiting for his reply. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"What is he? Like, an actor or something?"

"Well, he used to have a his own show. But now, he's, well, in a weird sense of the word, retired from his 'acting' career." you explained. Grinning a bit, and chuckling to yourself.

"Okay, so you came to me, hoping that I could pull some strings for you, and arrange a meeting for you and this guy." he stated. To which, you nodded.

"Oh, you don't have to pull any strings, I know you know him," you nodded. "As a matter of fact, you work with him."

"And who is he?"

"Steve Rodgers." you stated with a smile.

Once again, Tony choked on his yogurt.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Really? You really want me to set you up with Steve? A ninety-three year old?" Tony asked in his smart ass way.

"Hey! He may be ninety-three, but he looks twenty-seven! Maybe even younger!" you retorted, sticking your tongue out at him. Stark rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Your just jealous of his ass. I know you wish your's was as fine as his." you grumbled childishly. Once again, Stark rolled his eyes.

"Again, whatever. And my ass is just as fine as his, if not, better." he retorted. You giggled.

"So, will you do it? Please?" you asked, making the best puppy dog face you could muster.

"Sure. But, it'll be with other Avengers, and it'll be a party." Tony said, throwing away his empty cup.

You shrugged. "I don't care. As long as I get to meet him."

You got off his couch and started to walk to your room. "Oh! And, thanks again for letting me live with you for awhile."

"Yeah sure." he replied walking off to go plan a party.

You walked into your room and sat on your bed. Sighing you let your facade fall, and you looked down at the floor with sad eyes.