Tony Stark never knew why he remember things. Things that never happened - Things beyond even his understanding.

Dreams were like windows for him, constantly replaying movies of something long ago. A god, a mutant, a playboy, a couple assassins. Leading them was a soldier and the Devil himself. It never made sense to Tony, when he was so young and impressionable. They became his heros, though... The idols he looked to at his darkest hours to guide him home.

At eighteen, he enlisted, but they didn't want him on the battle field, no. The brilliant Tony Stark? He would be their scientist. Their weapons specialist. A very important job, they promised him.
It wasn't until he was twenty-five, well accustomed to his life and his dreams nothing more than a long time past fantasy, that was when they came out with Abra-Tek.

Abra-Tek was a multi-million dollar project that was sweeping the nation. The costume fabrics in Abra-Tek were programable to look like anything and to always fit exactly how you wanted them to. Never again would you have to worry about not having the right thing to wear. The best part was, if by accident, you put them in the washing machine, they were completely water proof, though that was not the recommended way to clean them. Their motto was "Put on the suit." A simple, yet intriguing one liner that got Tony Stark interested.

And the face to run it all was none other than Steve Rogers.

Tony knew that face - Had grown accustomed to it in his dreams many times. Take away the suit and tie and replace it with a spangly outfit and you got the exact same man. That haunted, quite a bit.

But Tony was popular and rich, himself. A scientist to leave the others in the dust. He knew his chance would come to meet him... To know exactly what he was dealing with. Maybe they were soulmates or something stupid like that. Wouldn't that just make the press go stir-crazy.

The chance came... In the form of a party.