Ah, Stark Tower...Hell sweet Hell. Frowning up at the massive building in front of you, you find yourself not truly ready to step foot into your future. Nerves begin to run rampant through your stomach as your once confident stride begins to falter.

Lost in the thoughts of your own uncertainty, you don't register the shadow making its way towards you. A male voice causes you to let out an oh so attractive squeal as you whip around to face your 'attacker'. Readying yourself for a fight, you raise your fists and clench your teeth, but unlike the slime oozing villain your body was poised to attack, you find yourself face to face with a vibrantly clad blonde.

With a rumble of laughter the man gives you a smile and makes his way towards you in a brisk, and dare you think it, sexy arm swinging trot. "The first day is always the worst." His warm voice washes over you and you feel your cheeks begin to flush. Reaching out to you, he offers his hand in a polite greeting. "Hello. I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."

Damn, what a smile.

Steve's blonde hair shines in the mid-morning sun. Those brilliant blue eyes of his dance with a smile that fills out his chiseled features.

What is he? A living freakin Greek statue or somethin? Shit even Narcissus himself would take a moment to look at this hunk of a man. Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you answer in an elegant, well educated "Huh?" Which only seems to amuse Steve as he pulls open the door for you.

"You must be {{user}}. It's nice to see a new face around here." Shuffling to a stop, you look up at Steve in slight confusion before your eyes begin to wonder over his star spangled self. At your silence, he arches a brow. "{{user}}, you alright there?"