Narrator's POV

"Stephen my spoon is broken." Tony said with a utensil in his hand.

"Well, for starters you're eating soup with a fork." Stephen said.

"Soup? I thought I was eating cereal." Tony said.

"No." Stephen shook his head tiredly.

"You said last night I was bull riding?" Tony asked Stephen.

The two were sitting in a small cafe, still trying to wake themselves up.

"Yeah..." Stephen yawned.

"Guess I'm pretty brave huh?" Tony asked.

"Yes. Bravery is the nicest way to say stupidity, isn't it?" Stephen asked.

"Tech." Tony rolled his eyes. "Where was I when all this happened?" Tony asked.

"Drunk." Stephen said, tiredly. "You started a fight at the bar and got us kicked out."

"Did I win?" Tony asked.

"Yes." Stephen nodded, closing his eyes.

Tony put his left hand to his cheek, resting his arm on the table to support his head. He was slowly drifting away, but something caught his eye.

"Stephen." Tony said.

"Mm?" Stephen asked, eyes still closed.

"Is that the shirt I got you for your birthday?" Tony asked.

He had given Stephen a shirt that said Tony, but Tony had replaced the "O" with a heart.

"Yes. I didn't have anything else to wear." Stephen said.

"Okay." Tony said, laying his head down on the table after, smiling.

///0///0

"I need some advice." Tony said

"We're all ears." Bruce and Natasha sat in chairs in front of him. They we're projections.

"Well, Stephen's a really pretty man. He's pretty, pretty." Tony said.

"Why don't you ask him out already?" Natasha asked.

"Are you crazy?" Tony asked.

"Oh, come on Tony. What's the worse that could happen?" Bruce asked.

"I could die." Tony said.

"Only you Tony." Natasha laughed.

"Why don't you just take him out? Like yesterday." Bruce said.

"Yes." Natasha said. "Be flirty this time. Show him that your actually into him."

"Hm..." Tony thought.

///0///0

>knock< >knock<

Tony knocked on the door before coming in.

Stephen was reading a book on the bed, he looked up at Tony. "You know it's your room too, right? You don't have to knock."

"I didn't know if you were busy." Tony said.

"Oh. Well thank you for at least considering-what are you doing?" Stephen asked when Tony leaned against the doorway with dark shades on.

"So I heard you like bad boys." Tony said.

"And?" Stephen asked him.

"Well, not to brag, but this morning I took three gummy vitamins instead of two." Tony lowered his shades and winked at Stephen.

Stephen was confused, but humored at the same time.

Tony kept looking at him with that stupid smile.

"...I'll see you at eight." Stephen said, slowly putting his book back up to his face.

"Wait, for real?" Tony asked.

"Sure." Stephen said.

Tony bit his lip, trying to contain his happiness. "Excuse me." He said.

Stephen nodded.

Tony stepped out of the room, closing the door to the room. "YES! Oh yeah!" He jumped in happiness, pulling his shirt over his mouth. He sighed, pulling his shirt down, calming down now. "Alright, cool down Stark. Slow down." He said. "Be cool." He sighed before going back into the room. "I'll be back." Tony said.

"Okay." Stephen said, hiding his smile behind the book he was reading.

"Okay." Tony nodded. "Okay." He said before turning to the hall and closing the door.

Stephen put the book down and fell back on the bed with a hand on his forehead.

A big smile spread over his lips. "I can't believe I said-"

///0///0

"Yes!" Tony said, doing his happy dance in the elevator as it's door closed.

///0///0

Tony looked down at his watch as he waited in the lobby.

Stephen was suppose to meet him down here a few minutes ago.

>ding<

Tony looked up at the elevator.

"Sorry I'm late, I got busy practicing a spell." Stephen said, coming out of the elevator nicely dressed.

"Wow." Tony was wowed.

Stephen looked totally amazing.

"What?" Stephen asked. He looked behind himself, then looked back at Tony. "Was someone behind me?" He asked.

"Y-You look..." Tony was at a loss of words.

"Oh no." Stephen looked at himself. "Did I over do it?"

"N-No, you look...handsome." Tony said.

"Hm?" Stephen looked up at Tony.

"gAY." Tony coughed.

"Excuse me?"

"GOOD." Tony said. "You look good." His face was glowing red.

Stephen gave him a small smile, blushing. "Thank you." He said shyly.

"Mhm. Yeah." Tony nodded.

"Anyway..." Stephen said. "Where are we going?"

///0///0

"Can I look now?" Stephen asked with Tony's hands over his eyes as they walked.

"Not yet." Tony said.

Stephen laughed. His ears were filled with music. He could smell food. "Where are we?"

"Look." Tony removed his hands from over Stephen's eyes.

"Wow." Stephen looked around in the outdoor tiki restaurant.

It was the most beautiful and colorful place Stephen had ever been, and trust me, he's been places.

"What do you think?" Tony asked.

"No alcohol." Stephen said.

"I made sure." Tony said.

///0///0

"Bravo! Bravo!" People clapped for a group of dancers that danced around the tables in the restaurant.

Stephen laughed, clapping for them.

Tony applauded too.

One of the female dancers came up to Tony and handed him a flower.

"Thank you." Tony thanked her before she walked away. He looked over at Stephen, who looked like he was having a wonderful time. "Here." Tony said.

"Hm?" Stephe turned to him, only to have Tony place a flower behind his ear. "Oh, uh...thanks." He said, his cheeks turning pink. "It's really pretty."

"A pretty flower for a pretty person." Tony said.

Stephen looked at him, blushing.

Tony gave him a smile.

///0///0

"Why does everywhere we go end up with us going for a walk on the beach at night?" Stephen laughed with with his shoes in his hands and his pants rolled up halfway up his calves. He still had the flower behind his ear.

"Uh, because we're in Hawaii?" Tony said.

"Would you look at that?" Stephen said.

"Hm?" Tony looked at him.

Stephen was watching the moon sink into the ocean.

"Wow."

"Beautiful isn't it?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah." Tony said.

Stephen's stare fell to the sand at his feet, a small smile formed on his lips. "Thanks for tonight. I had fun."

Tony looked at him. "You're welcome."

It was quiet for a minute.

"Stephen."

"Yes?" Stephen looked at him.

"Are you really into bad boys?"

"No."

"Oh, thank goodness." Tony sighed in relief.

"Why?" Stephen asked.

"No reason." Tony said. "Jarvis erase all content on how to be a tough guy." Tony whispered, laughing afterward.

"Well, we better head back to the hotel before your telenovela starts." Stephen said.

"Wait, is that why you wanted to leave?" Tony asked him.

"Yeah." Stephen said. "I know how much it means to you. I didn't want you to miss the next episode." Stephen said.

"You really do make wishes come true." Tony said.

///0///0

"And that's Rosanna. Her parents arranged her marriage with Julio, but she fell in love with Emilio." Tony explained to Stephen as they sat in front of the television sharing popcorn.

"Uh-huh." Stephen nodded, looking at the television.

The cloak sat next to Tony, happily watching.

"And at Rosanna's and Julio's wedding, Rosanna changed her mind and decided to say no to the marriage and went to run to Emilio. When Julio found out, he shot Emilio."

"Wait, he brought a gun to a wedding?" Stephen asked.

"He had his suspicions all along and wasn't taking any chances." Tony said.

"Oh." Stephen nodded.

"And the last episode ended with Emilio's death." Tony said.

"Wait, so how did-"

"Sh, it's starting." Tony said.

How could you do this to me Emilio?!

You lied to me Rossana!

Call the police someone! Get an ambulance!

>pow< >pow<

No! No one move!

There was a gasp from the crowd in the television.

I'm taking Rossana with me!

Ah! Help! Someone!

And if anyone dares follow me, I will assure you a bullet to the brain!

Tony and Stephen watched as Julio kidnapped Rossana, taking her away.

Later into the episode...

Julio, dejala ir!

Atreves meterte en cosas que son nada de tus negocios?

Es mi derecho.

"Wait, why are they speaking in Spanish?" Stephen asked.

"Well, the only one who really only spoke Spanish was..." Tony gasped. "No way."

Quien eres?

A figure stepped out of the shadows in the television.

Su verdadero amor.

No es posible...

Dramatic music played as Emilio emerged from the shadows.

"What?! No way!" Both Tony and Stephen yelped.

"He came back for her." Tony said.

"How's that possible?" Stephen asked.

They went on watching Amór Ardiente for the rest of the night, getting a few noise complaints here and there, but it was all worth it in the end.

///0///0

Tony laid in bed, unable to sleep again. He stared up at the ceiling, sighing. He looked over at Stephen.

How could he fall asleep so easily?

Stephen gave a soft moan and shifted in his sleep, moving closer to Tony.

Tony watched him carefully, moving away slowly. He didn't want to get his ass kicked for just touching Stephen. He knew how much Stephen valued his space.

"Mm...stop mmoving." Stephen said, wrapping himself around Tony and laying his head on his chest.

A huge smile spread across Tony's lips as he looked back up at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell quickly.

"Quit breathing so loud or I'll get off." Stephen said.

Tony tried his best to contain himself.