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"Hm?"

Castiel was on his own again. Not completely... He very easily could go back to the Winchesters, to help them, trouble them. Whatever problems or help he would be this time seeing how it was always one or the other in his eyes. So for now, for this time, he was going off on his own again, as much as he didn't always like having to be alone this would be best in a sense hopefully. Even if Dean or Sam didn't like his leaving them for days or.. sometimes weeks or months.

He was craving food though. Not that he was hungry, he didn't need anything humans did, somethings he did as habit of himself, or habit from his vessel. Liking eating, he only did when he felt the want of something he doesn't need or normally have. Like with Famine and his constant want of the hamburgers and food. Though not like that at all actually. He was at the diner simply because we wanted to. The angel found it nice to speak some with the waitresses there as he sat at the bar with a cup of coffee by him and waiting for his food.

Castiel could tell the girl found him pretty.... odd. He spoke of things that weren't exactly modern day. About how beautiful the world is. How nice it was before all these creations by humans which took up space were. Sometimes about the animals and insects created. She'd giggle and respond some when she wasn't helping another, he saw that he was amusing to her, not that it was annoying or he didn't like it. He's clearly been better at speaking with others, especially with strangers, than he had the first couple years he was on earth again. He heard sudden murmurs start up suddenly as he tilted his head staring at the girl at the cashier just after he was given his food.

Glancing around he ate some of his food, confused to what was happening. All he knew was somebody had come in and everybody seemed excited or surprised. Did he miss something? He didn't think so. "What is-" Castiel had looked at the workers, the girl he's been talking to fumbling with her things and taking a breath giving little attention to the man by her in the trenchcoat. Turning he looked at the man who some of the people seemed fixated and excited on. Not that it was very busy, but some of the customers there. Castiel tilted his head seeing the other man there, why was he being treated so.. special as it seemed.... Maybe it was that light in his chest per chance? Though what would that have anything to do with how they were acting.

Name: Anthony 'Tony' Stark

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Big/little spoon: I prefer big spoon. But, uh.. I can be very flexible.

Favorite movie: God, making me chose? I, uh.. Well, I guess it would have to be.. The Big Lebowski. Oh- maybe, uh.. Pulp Fiction? I don't know, that's possibly the hardest question I've been asked.

Favorite band: Hmm.. Either AC/DC or Black Sabbath.

Is it okay if I fall asleep: Definitely

Are kisses allowed: Abso-freakin'-lutely

Are pants required: Alas, no.

When are you available for cuddles: All day, every day.

My place or yours: I'd rather my place.

Will you play with my hair: You can bet on it.

Anything else?: I'm open for other positions. Positions you may not even heard of. If you're interested, that is.

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"I suppose you want me for something then?"

Steve stood up as someone walked, quite bluntly, right into his house. To his surprise, he saw Tony Stark.