Star-Spangled Study Sessions // Stony Fanfic

Chapter 6

Tony had brought Steve home and left an hour ago. He was in their small garage fixing a part of his motorcycle. Steve slide out from underneath and wiped some sweat from his forehead, leaving a streak of grease in its place. He stood up and trotted over to an old-fashioned red tool box. His gaze floated over the box, eyes now fixated on his hands. They looked rough. Obviously dirty as well, but they looked like hands of a builder or solider, not an artist. These were hands that love and create. These were hands that accept and learn. These were hands made to love both boys and girls...

Steve swayed back a little, gripping the table holding up the toolbox lightly. He heard a door behind him creek open and shut, he knew his mother was in the room.

"Hello honey, I just wanted you to know that I was home. Dinner is going to be a little late beca-"

"Mom?" Steve cut off.

He turned and around and locked gazes with the blonde woman. She seemed to hesitate in her stance but kept a firm posture. It looked like she knew, but Steve felt if he verbalized it, it'd be better for both of them.

"I-um-have something to tell you..." Steve said his eyes suddenly shooting to the floor.

"Yes dear, anything." She replied walking forward and sitting on a stool by the work bench.

"I like girls..." He started.

"Okay?" She asked raising her brow.

"And boys..."

Steve's gaze was still locked with the ground so he didn't have to look at his moms reaction. He heard nothing but silence, then the sound of footsteps.

"That's perfectly okay," She said, embracing him in a hug.

Steve stood still for a moment than wrapped his arms around her. A smile stretched across his face as he gave her one last squeeze before stepping back.

"I figured something was up when that handsome young boy came over the other day and demanded to see you," She chuckled.

"Yeah...that's my boyfriend." Steve confessed.

Steve's mom couldn't help but smile. "I'm so glad you found someone who makes you happy. I've always been so worried about you not having that many friends I didn't want you to be a social outcast or something. Your father would be so happy for you," She spoke.

That last sentence left a pang in Steve's heart. His father had died overseas, serving his country. Unfortunately, he died when Steve was still very young so the boy only held very distant memories with the man. However, his mom had always told him stories about how amazing Steve's father was, and this lead to an odd connection.

Steve smiled warmly and hugged her again. This one was longer than the last, Steve wanted to take in the moment for as long as he could. Just as his arms met his side again, his phone vibrated in the wooden work table. Steve turned and read the highlighted messages.

"Speaking of the devil," He chuckled.

Steve's mom clapped his hands together and skipped out of the room to let him have his privacy.

Tony: Captain! Come over at once I have an emergency!!!

Steve: What's wrong?

Tony: No time just get here now!

Steve glanced at his motorcycle. It was fully functioning and could ride but he'd prefer not to use it. Seeing as Tony was his usual ride, Steve revved up the motors engine.

Steve knocked on the door, but it swung open by itself. Steve instantly became worried and pushed it all the way open to get inside. The interior looked like it normally did, nothing was out of place. He stopped in his tracks. If nothing was damaged but the front door is unlocked, what's really happening? Suddenly Tony came bolting through the right corner hallway, totally out of breath. His red shirt hugged his muscles just right that Steve couldn't help but stare. Tony took Steve's hand and darted back the way he came.