AVENGER IMAGINES

Steve - Drinks

(* this is purely based on a dream but I fiddled with it a little, enjoy!*)

You and Steve had grown quite close over the past few years, drinking buddies, sort of.

Your high tolerance to alcohol made it nearly impossible for you to get drunk - which was perfect for Steve - maybe if you downed a whole bottle of Scotch in a oner, but you weren't Tony Stark.

Plus Pepper couldn't handle two Scotch-aholics.

The training today nearly killed you, your body ached but no bruises had started to show yet, thankfully. You had already planned drinks with Steve, your clothes for the night in your gym bag.

Your favourite jumper hung from your body, wonderfully warm enough to not need a jacket, you would have worn high heels but your feet killed and flats were more comfortable. You were already dealing with tight jeans on your skinned knees, you didn't need anymore discomfort.

"Ready?" Steve asks knocking on your door, a wide smile set on his face.

"Of course, Captain. What kind of drinking buddie wouldn't be ready," you laugh, slipping your arm through his.

"Enjoy your date Capsicle," Tony shouts half in half out the lab, with a drink in his hand as always.

"Not a date Stark! I would of invited you, however after last time, I will not be inviting you for a while," Steve chuckled, playfully punching Tony's shoulder.

"Piss off cap," Tony chuckles heading back into the lab after giving you a warm smile.

You and Tony were close too, but more of a brother/sister relationship. You being the brother and Tony being the sissy little sister.

*****

"This one all right?" Steve asked pointing towards a pub that was only a few blocks from the tower, just in case they needed you both back.

It was rather chilly out side making you grab on to Steve for warmth without much of a thought about it. You wished you had brought your jacket now, as goosebumps made their way over your once smooth skin.

"Yeah this is good, can we get food after?" You ask, your face lighting up at the thought of food, you hadn't eaten since this afternoon, and it was only a (favourite fruit).

"Of course, don't we always?" Steve chuckled, pulling the door open for you.

"Thank you," you smile "Yeah, this is starting to turn into a tradition," you chuckle, shaking your head as you made your way to the nearest available table.

You both did this every Friday, if you weren't on a mission, sometimes it was just you and Steve, other times some of the team decided to tag along.

After an hour or so Steve started to go quiet, only glancing at you when you spoke. After each sip of his drink he would sit and fiddling with his hands.

"Steve, sweetie what's wrong?" Your brows furrow, leaning closer to him.

"It's nothing honestly..." Steve trailed, avoiding your eyes.

"Don't lie Steve, for one its impolite, two, its not good for Captain America to lie, and three you can't lie for shit. What's wrong?" You say bluntly, really not wanting to ruin your time but not wanting Steve to be upset.

He shakes his head and takes another sip.

"This is why I prefer drinking with you, you say what you think and it reminds me of... My friends," he shakes his head again getting rid of thought of his old squadron.

"That lady over there?" He asks tilting his head over to the bar "She looks like Peggy," his eyes glazed over and he hung his head.

"Ooh Steve..." You honestly didn't know what to say, instead you placed your hand over his and smiled. You knew he still hurt over Peggy, its why you never revealed your intense feelings for him.