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Steve could still here Clint Laughing and hooting on the other line as he had cut the call. He didn’t wake up today thinking that he would be sitting behind a hot police officer in a police bike cutting through traffic in not the set speed limit as his best friend tweeting to the worldwide net how it all started. Steve was secretly enjoying this hour deal which started like an hour or so back…

** an hour and half ago**

 Steve had no clue where he was. All he knew was he was nowhere close to his university or dorms. He had to be too focused on the sketch in his hand to apparently missed his stop and land in a place where virtually no one lives. The road had an eerie and a silent air too it. Suddenly all he could think about is the newsreels going on about robbery smugglers and murders in the New York alleyways. Why does he have to be so stupid? None of those friends except Clint were picking up their phones. Clint also started laughing his head off when he heard Steve was lost. How's the never sleeping city in the world have an abandoned spooky part and Steve ended up there with no human or cab to take him home? How is this life? His phone battery was running low so there was only one call you could make and he's still skeptical about it. To make things worse Steve heard footsteps from… where are the footsteps coming from? He had no clue. He didn't want to die in the middle of the dark alley. Steve sucked some cooler and called the only number which could help him now or at least a number which he thought he could help him now.

“911, what's your emergency?" A bored voice came on the other side.

“Uh… help?” he said cheeks heating

“Yes, that's why you call 911 what help do you want?" Asked the female voice now.

“I am lost, I don't know where I am, and everything is dark,” he said, rubbing his sweaty hands in his jeans.

“don't you have Google Maps?” The woman asked on the line in the mocking tone

“My phone does not have Google Maps." Steve mumbled now, sighing, pacing as he feels like someone is watching.

“You don't have any friends? Is there no cab on the road?!” She asked in the same mocking tone.

Steve was on the brink of frustration. His curfew will end in an hour, and he has no way to go home. “No, okay? there is nothing here, there are no cabs, no people and by God I hope there are no muggers'”, he shrieked.

“Oh hey, firecracker, don't Fuss, where are you exactly?” she asked, making Steve groan in frustration.

“Ookay, don't worry I know where you are I'll send help watch out for a police car firecracker. Darcy out!” the woman - Darcy said.

 “No Darcy, you are not supposed to-” another voice cutting off the call on the other end. Steve was more irritated and slightly confused after the call. It was a while after the call and Steve hadn't heard any siren or police car or bike coming towards him. Steve hugged and shrunk into himself due to the cold, not because he was scared of anyone. Nope definitely not.

He was about to give up and give another call to 911 when a police siren startled him, slipping and falling on his ass on the pavement in the process. The car and the police bike came to stop in front of him. There was a beautiful lady officer in the car with HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT-a guy on the bike who was way more gorgeous in the low light of the street with a jawbone slicing something inside Steve.

“Hey- blonde beautiful blue eyes- you, okay?” the officer on the bike asked him , the man has to have a handsome voice too, Steve thought in a hazy state as the officer gave him a hand. "Yeah- uh”, Steve’s brain short circuited as he took the police officer's hand and got up. They both startled out of the starring by car door closing.

“Right where are you from kid?” The handsome officer asked, looking at him doing is also a cool classic note flip thing. “Not a kid,” Steve scoffed after a question registered in mind through his hazy state. “Really, so where is His Majesty from? How did he end up in the forbidden land” the officer teased him and the other officer leaning against the car gave an exasperated sigh.

“I'm Steve Rogers. I missed a stop and got lost on my way-”

“To MoMa? Because trust me beautiful, art pieces are supposed to be stored in the museum” was he flirting with him? Steve thought as a police officer smirked at him.  “Can you boy stop smooching and get down to business?” The lady officer asked in a Bored tone, making Steve flush more.

“I- uh- an art student at the Auburndale art school. I was coming back from the MoMA and got lost in the subway” he said kicking the gravel on the road. “And you called us because you lost Snow White? You could’ve called your friends you know?” Now the lady officer teased him too, great, he thought, frowning at his shoes.

“Come on Nat, did you see this place. There are no cabs or even people. cut him some slack.” said the Hot Police officer and turned to him then “what's wrong?”

“It's nothing, it's gonna be way past my hostel curfew and I have to pay my fine for it” he said. He was already taking up two shifts in his job. Maybe he had to skip dinner for a few weeks to pay up his late fine.

“Hey! come on don't worry, you know what, how long have you got?” The officer looked at him all earnest. “I have to be there by 10” he said, noticing that warm brown eyes now as the officer was standing too close. Nat let out a low whistle and said, “covering one and a half an hour journey in an hour? This really is your thing officer Stark” she said with a smirk. Officer Stark chuckled at her joke and turned to him with a question in his eyes. “You don't have to you know,” Steve said. “I can pay the fee. Just let me in a nearby subway or something” he said, swallowing air at their closeness. Is it hot out here?

“No, it is my duty to take care of every New York no American citizen and make sure that they safely reach home and in this case to dorms before curfew.” Officer Stark said, in a serious tone with a playful smirk. “You cannot cover a one and a half hour trip in an hour” Steve huffed now annoyed but, secretly loving the banter.

“Tell you what, Blondie”, Officer Stark said, walking back to his bike. Steve's stomach sank in realization that maybe he had crossed the line and Stark is leaving him. “If I take you to your campus in an hour, I can take you out on a dinner date and a MoMa tour this Friday, Deal?” he asked, starting his bike and giving a throttle. Steve’s brain short circuited for a second there and he was brought back by a laugh form the side. “D-Deal?” he said and got on the bike.

“Drop him home safely Officer Stark. no funny business!” Nat said walking back to her car. “Okay mom” stark mocked her and taking Steve’s hand clutching his lapels on his shoulders and looping them around his waist.

“You Ready? Hold On” he said and took off before Steve could answer his previous question. Steve was about to answer that he was not ready for a ride of his lifetime behind the handsome Police Officer. They cut through the wind and Traffic like hot butter to a knife and it seemed like Stark knew the routes like the back of his hands, as they were cutting through short cuts.

** an hour later**

They were here now, standing before Steve’s Campus earlier than said. Steve was frozen in the same position – hiding his face in those gorgeous back muscles- and jumped off the bike a couple of minutes after realizing that they had reached.

“Thanks” Steve said, chuckling to himself. “What is so funny? My helmet hair?” Stark asked, looking at his mirror to fix his hair. “No, my friends wouldn’t believe me if I said I was dropped by a hot police officer and we have a date to get to on Friday Night” he said, promptly shutting his mouth. Shit! Why does his mouth always run at its own accords? Stark did drop him off half an hour before the curfew. Now do they have a date? Did Stark change his mind after the ride? Or maybe after Steve ran his mouth?

“Well, we wouldn’t want the truth to be hidden, do we? Let’s take a Selfie and you can show it to them along with my Number.” Stark said, taking his phone out. They took several goofy and a few corny ones and Stark tossed his phone to Steve to enter his number.  “Well Thank You, Officer Stark” Steve drawled and walked away with a new swagger in his step.  His Phone chimed with messages as he quickly ran to his Dorm room and laid back on his bed. There were few missed calls, friends and messages along with a new number. He opened the new number first, fully aware of who it was.

“It’s Tony for you Blue Eyes. We can use ‘Officer Stark’ in a more Private setting 😉 😘. How does dinner at 7 work for you? will pick you up at the same place I dropped you today on Friday” message read. Steve confirmed their date and dialed Clint.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I just told you what happened-”

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Tony could still hear Rhodey Laughing and hooting on the other line as he had cut the call. He didn’t wake up today thinking that he would be sitting behind a hot blond police officer in a police bike cutting through traffic in not the set speed limit as his best friend tweeting to the Internet how it all started. He was enjoying this hour deal which started like an hour or so back…

** an hour and half ago**

 Tony had no clue where he was. All he knew was he was nowhere close to the Stark Mansion. He had to be too focused on Animal Crossing game in his phone to miss his stop and land in a place where virtually no one lives. The road had an eerie and a silent air too it. Suddenly all he could think about is the newsreels going on about robbery smugglers and murders in the New York alleyways. Why does he have to be so stupid? None of those friends except Rhodey were picking up their phones. Rhodey also started laughing his head off when he heard he was lost and has only one option.

How's the never sleeping city in the world have an abandoned spooky part and Tony ended up there with no human or cab to take him home? How is this life? His phone battery was running low so there was only one call you could make and he's still skeptical about it. Make things worse he heard footsteps from… where are the footsteps coming from? He had no clue. He didn't want to die in the middle of the dark alley. He sucked some cooler and chose the only option he had. He called the only number which could help him now or at least a number which he thought he could help him now.

“911, what's your emergency?" A bored voice came on the other side.

“Uh… help?” he said cheeks heating

“Yes, that's why you call 911 what help do you want?" Asked the male voice now.

“I am lost, I don't know where I am, and everything is dark,” he said, rubbing his sweaty hands in his jeans.

“don't you have Google Maps?” The man asked on the line in the mocking tone

“My phone is gonna die out." he mumbled now, sighing, pacing as he feels like someone is watching.

“You don't have any friends? Is there no cab on the road?!” he asked in the same mocking tone.

Tony was on the brink of frustration. His curfew will end in an hour, which will have him face his father who was already disappointed, and he has no way to go home. “No, okay? there is nothing here, there are no cabs, no people and by God I hope there are no muggers'”, he shrieked.

“Oh hey, firecracker, don't Fuss, where are you exactly?” he asked, making Tony groan in frustration.

“Ookay, don't worry I know where you are I'll send help watch out for a police car firecracker. Barton out!” the guy – Barton apparently said.

 “No Clint, you are not supposed to-” another voice cutting off the call on the other end. Tony was more irritated and slightly confused. It was a while after the call, and he hadn't heard any siren or police car or bike coming towards him. He hugged and shrunk into himself due to the cold, not because he feared anyone. Nope definitely not.

He was about to give up and give another call to 911 when a police siren startled him. The car and the police bike came to stop in front of him. There was a grumpy yet handsome officer in the car with HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT-an Adonis on the bike who was way more gorgeous in the low light of the street with a jawbone slicing something inside Tony.

“Hey- um” the blond officer stuttered, “are- are you, okay?” asked him, "Yeah, Officer Big Blond and Beautiful”, Tony’s brain short circuited as he got a light blush as a response from the blond officer for his comment. They both startled out of the starring by car door closing.

“Right where are you from kid?” asked the Blond, now noticed has blue eyes, looking at him doing a cool classic note flip thing. “Not a kid” he scoffed after a question registered in mind through his hazy state. “Really, so where is His Majesty from? How did he end up in the forbidden land” the Manchurian candidate who got out of the car teased him.

“I'm Tony Stark. I missed a stop and got lost on my way-”

“To MoMa? Because art pieces are supposed to be stored in the museum” was he flirting with him? He thought as the blue-eyed officer, stilled realizing what he said.  “Can you boy stop smooching and get down to business?” Manchurian candidate asked in a Bored tone, making the Hot officer flush more.

“I was coming back from a party from one of my peers’ house and got lost in the subway” he said kicking the gravel on the road. “And you called us because you lost Snow White? You could’ve called your friends you know?” why is this Robocop kept stealing his thunder? Tony thought, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Come on Buck, did you see this place? There are no cabs or even people. cut him some slack.” said the Hot Police officer and turned to him then “what's wrong?”

“Nothing, just it’s way past curfew and I have an asshole father” he said. Howard, his father, despised Tony already and had him on a tight schedule all the time. Maria, his mother, was bed ridden after a fateful accident. He was praying for the day of his graduation from MIT, so he could move to California to take over the R&D of Stark Industries.

“Hey, uh don't worry, you know what, how long have you got?” The officer looked at him all earnest. “I have to be at the Stark Mansion by 10” he said, noticing the warm muscles and forearms to die for now as the officer was standing too close. Bucky let out a low whistle and said, “covering one and a half an hour journey in an hour? This really is your thing Rogers” he said with a smirk. Officer Rogers chuckled at his joke and turned to him with a question in his eyes. “I can let you near a nearby subway or something, if you don’t want to, you know-” he said, swallowing air at their closeness. Is it hot out here?

“Officer Rogers, I thought it was your duty to take care of every New York no American citizen and make sure that they safely reach home before curfew.” Tony said, in a serious tone with a playful smirk, now that he noticed the effect he had on the officer. “You cannot cover a one-and-a-half-hour trip in an hour” Bucky huffed now annoyed but, secretly working on his best friend get laid.

“Tell you what, Officer Rogers”, he said, walking back to the bike. Rogers gave a questioning look as he saw Tony leaning on his bike. “If you take me to Stark Mansion in an hour, I can take you out on a dinner date this Friday, Deal?” he asked, winking at Rogers, hiding his nerves behind a smile. “On One condition” Rogers said, walking and hovering above him. Tony was never turned on by the height differences. “Only if the Dinner includes a MoMA tour” Rogers said climbing and starting his bike. His brain short circuited for a second there, imagining other things Roger would look good mounting. He was brought back by a laugh from the side. “Square Deal” he whispered in Roger’s ears, enjoying the shiver he sensed on the Officer. Hiding his enthusiasm, Tony got on the bike, gripping Rogers shoulders for support.

“Drop him home safely Officer Rogers. Use Protection!” Bucky said walking back to his car. “Jerk” Rogers mumbled as he took the hand clutching his lapels on his shoulders and looping them around his waist.

“You Ready? Hold On” he said and took off before Tony could answer his previous question. He was about to answer that he was not ready for a ride of his lifetime behind the handsome Police Officer. They cut through the wind and Traffic like hot butter to a knife and it seemed like Rogers knew the routes like the back of his hands, as they were cutting through short cuts.

** an hour later**

They were here now, standing before Stark Mansion earlier than said. Tony was frozen in the same position – hiding his face in those gorgeous back muscles- and jumped off the bike a couple of minutes after realizing that they had reached.

“Thanks” he said, chuckling to himself. “So, you really are Tony Stark” Steve asked, looking at the mansion in awe. “Yes, and none of my friends wouldn’t believe me if I said I was dropped by a hot police officer with whom I have a date on Friday Night” he said, trying not to fidget as. Rogers did drop him off half an hour before the curfew. Now do they have a date? What If change his mind after the ride and finding out who he was? He did have slight reputation.

“Friday seems too far though and my friends wouldn’t believe either” Steve said, wringing his hands on the straps on his bikes while, hiding his blush. He felt the butterflies everyone talks about and chuckled. Who knew, Tony Stark would crush on a Hot Police officer with cute blush. Rogers took out his phone and said, “How about few selfies and a number?”

Tony gave a goofy smile and a nod as Rogers unlocked his phone. He then noticed that Rogers had his picture from the one of the Paparazzi pictures as his wallpaper. After they took several goofy and a few corny ones and He took Roger’s phone to enter his number.  “Well Thank You, Officer Rogers and that’s a great wallpaper” he drawled and walked away with a new swagger in his step.  His Phone chimed with messages as he quickly ran to his room and laid back on his bed. There were few missed calls from his friends and messages along with a new number. He opened the new number first, fully aware of who it was.

“It’s Steve, the Police officer who just dropped you off at your place” the message read.

“Well, hello Steve. I guess we can use ‘Officer Rogers” in a more Private setting 😉 😘.” Tony sent, as his phone started ringing.

“Guess Whose got a date this Friday night with a hot blond, Honey Bear”

“Wait, WHAT? I thought you were lost-”

“I called 911 and ended up scoring a date. Who knew emergency lines also worked as a matchmaking line?” he said, now switching to speaker, as Rhodey sputtered on the other end of the line. There was a notification from Steve.

 Okay. Does dinner at 7 works for you? will pick you up at the same place I dropped you on Friday” message read. He confirmed their date and calmed Rhodey. “It all started when you rudely laughed and cut my call-”