The Truth About Love

five

"There he is!" Sarah Rogers exclaimed. She stood up from the cafe table with her arms out.

"Hi, Ma," Steve greeted. He hugged her, kissing her cheek.

"How are you?" Sarah was all smiles as she pulled back.

"Wonderful." A big cheesy grin broke out across Steve's face.

"Wonderful, huh?" Tony repeated as he walked over. "Hey, Ma." He leaned in and kissed Sarah's cheek.

"Tony," Sarah greeted happily, reaching over to hug her stepson. "I'm so glad you both could make it! Let's sit." The three of them sat around the small cafe table. "How are my boys? I feel like it's been too long since we all have gotten together."

"The company has been good," Tony quickly answered. Steve couldn't help but notice how Tony was slowly turning into a focused—maybe uptight—businessman, making him wonder how alright Tony really was. "It's been keeping me busy."

"Are you taking care of yourself? If the job is too much—"

"I'm fine, Ma. I promise. My personal assistant, Pepper, is making sure I'm being kept alive. Don't worry."

"I will always worry about my two sons."

"You should be worried about Steve's answer then. Why is he so wonderful?"

Red crept up Steve's cheeks as the attention turned to him. He couldn't help the growing smile. "I met someone," Steve admitted.

Sarah couldn't help but gasp dramatically. "You met someone?" She repeated.

"Yes and she's wonderful, Ma. I think you would really like her."

"How did the two of you meet?"

"Well, we met like, uh, four days ago..."

"Four days ago?" Tony questioned.

"Her name is Y/N. She works at a coffee shop not far from my apartment. It turns out she's Bucky's girlfriend's roommate and lives across the hall from us. We're going on our first date tonight."

"That's so exciting!" Sarah exclaimed as she clapped. "Where are you going to take her?"

"I don't know yet. I do need to plan so that I can maybe let her know what to wear or if we need to take a cab instead of my motorcycle."

Tony scoffed. "You have enough money to buy a car, Steve," he said. "You get a decent percentage from the company, just as the rest of us do here. Why don't you buy yourself a new car and move into a nicer place?"

Steve was disappointed at the words coming from his brother's mouth. "I don't need all that, that's why."

"Does this girl know how rich you are?"

"Tony!" Sarah gasped.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I've had my fair share of girls go after me because of the money. They played every card. Even cute coffee shop workers."

"Y/N's not like that," Steve defended. "She doesn't know about the money."

"Are you sure? It's not that hard to search your name and find out who you're related to."

"We don't even know each other's last names."

"Not helping your case here."

"You don't know a single thing about her."

"Neither do you, clearly."

"Boys! Please, not here," Sarah begged.

"Sorry, Ma," they both muttered.