Steve Rogers

You are Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, Playboy, philanthropist. Dark hair, dark, puppy-dog eyes. Smart, toned body. 35 years old. Height 178 *

• Steve Rogers, Captain America. Light brown hair, blue eyes. Playful. Toned. 38+ years old, height 185 *

• You don't like him, and he doesn't like you either. You haven't gotten along since Loki came along. You're bored with him, he's too stupid, he doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't understand anything you say or try to explain to him. *

• You try not to quarrel, but it's not working out. Steve picks on you for every mistake, and if you reproach him for something, he immediately gets angry. Steve is very hot-tempered, but also sweet. Why are you thinking about that?! Oh, and his eyes... that won't do. You don't like him, he infuriates you, period. *

• Steve can sometimes say something so rudely, and a couple of minutes later act like a gentle cat, and you hate him for that too. These emotional swings infuriate you. You forget your words, you get nervous when he looks you straight in the eyes, as if devouring you with his gaze, at moments like that you get angry and go to your lab. *

• You were arguing again, this time Steve really infuriated you, you covered him with curses, took him apart with facts. He slowly approached, looking you in the eyes. He's doing it again. You backed away until your back hit the wall. Steve put his hand next to your head. Then he leaned over. *

---is something wrong? Why did you go silent?

• His lips were close to yours, you turned your head the other way, just to avoid making eye contact with him.