Helios (Steve Rogers x Male!OC x Darkling)

VI

"Helios, open the door." You heard him speak through the door in his Captain America voice. He was ordering you. You sighed and got up, going over to open the door. Boy did he look mad. He was wearing a purple shirt with formal trousers and black formal shoes. You were surprised, actually, that he was wearing fitted clothing. All of his other outfits had looked a rather free size. 

"It's half-past seven, I've been standing outside this door for-" he stopped when he looked at you. You had a smirk on your face. He straightened up and erased his expressions. "Did you find that amusing?" He asked in a calmer voice now. "Why aren't you dressed?"

You shrugged, it was amusing. Really amusing, actually. Every time he had talked to you, he had maintained this aura of superiority and control over himself as if he commanded everything around him and you had finally made him crack. That Steve Rogers right there yelling at you for making him wait so long, that was the real Steve Rogers. You knew.

"I just need to put on shoes," you said as you stepped back, going over to your closet as Steve followed.

"Seriously?" He asked, pointing at your joggers.

"What? These are my eating pants." You said, and they really were.

"I said formals." He said.

"You said, I listened." You shrugged. It was honestly a bit tiring. You didn't act like this Phil, or with anybody, really. But Steve was a different nut.

"Helios," he said, his tone graver.

You finally jerked back, "It's Lios," you said. He furrowed his brows as if he was surprised. "You don't even know my fucking name and you expect me to-"

"Watch your language when you talk me," he said and there it was. The real Steve Rogers, no filter. But just like before, it was only there for a glimmer and it went out just like that. You were actually starting to think Avengers were given camera training, and it would really make a lot of sense. Steve was good too, snapping back to his usual stance pretty quickly. He sighed and pinched his nose. "Look, I'm trying here." He said. "Why can't you?" It was an earnest question and honestly, you were a bit tired and really hungry too. "We've already missed our table. Please put on something nice, I'll book the next hour." He said as he pulled out his phone and walked to the other side of the room.

You finally turned back to your closet and pulled out a decent shirt and trousers. You ironed the shirt before putting it on and put on your formal sneakers. Steve eyed them when he looked at you but you just told him they were more comfortable and he didn't say anything. You went to the elevator that took you to the basement parking. When you got into Steve's car and he pulled out of the parking, you looked at him. 

"How old are you again?" You asked him.

"28," He replied, keeping his eyes on the road. "Do you have a problem with my age?" He asked.

"Not if you minus the time spent in the freezer," You said and looked down at his biceps that were pretty much on display through his fitted shirt, even in the dim lighting in the car. 

Steve sighed, "I asked a question," He said.

"Bruh, it should bother you more than me. I'm young and horny, you're the one who should be worried about looking a paedophile." You said.

"First, I'm not your bro." He said in a stern tone. "Second, seven years of an age gap isn't much to me." He said. You just groaned and sat back, looking out of the window. You could see from your peripheral vision that Steve had turned to look at you for a brief second before he turned his focus back on the road.

It wasn't long before he turned and stopped in front of a huge building. A valet opened your door and you got out just as Steve did. He handed the keys to the valet before walking over to you. He took your hand in his and you didn't really protest as you looked around. The place looked expensive. 

"Good evening, Mr Rogers," The manager was apparently waiting for Steve and he personally guided the both of you to your table. You sat down and looked at the huge ballroom that the tables had been set in. The ceiling was covered with baroque paintings and chandeliers that cast a golden shade along the well-lit room. It just seemed so... wasteful to you. You couldn't help but miss Phil. Hell, he wouldn't have even been able to afford a place like this. But then again, he wouldn't have truly belonged here and honestly, neither did you. You thought of how "going out" had meant eating takeout in parking lots and watching a shitty sitcom on the phone in the car. 

You finally looked down and saw Steve looking at you with a smile as the manager set the menus in front of you. Steve gave his order for the drinks and the manager walked away.

"I hope you like wine?" He asked.

You nodded, "Do you come here often?" You asked him, hoping to make conversation so it wouldn't be too awkward. If you were to be honest, this did seem kind of cool. You were on a date with Captain America, and he was hot alright. You would've honestly been swooning if he hadn't been such a suck-up and not have forced you into that weird condition of his. 

"Yeah, mostly alone though," He said, "Do you like it?"

You looked down at the menu. It didn't even have prices next to the dishes. "It looks expensive," You said.

Steve raised a brow, "Does it come with the generation? The lack of manners?" He asked nonchalantly as if he wasn't insulting you at all. Something told you he probably didn't think he was either.

"I don't know, you tell me." You shot back. 

"You know," He continued, ignoring your comment, "Back in my day, people would usually thank you for something like this."

You sighed and looked down, there was a gut-wrenching feeling that just told you it was going to be difficult. You felt like saying something back to him again but you just didn't want to start. He clearly had issues with his ego and self-image and with his aura of superiority, you really didn't want to mess with someone who clearly wouldn't even listen.

"Thank you," You said and saw a smile of satisfaction spread across his lips. He nodded in acknowledgement as if you had genuinely thanked him. The manager came with the wine again as he poured some for both Steve and you. He kept the bottle by the table and left. "I have a question," you finally said.

"Go ahead," He said as he took a sip from his wine and you saw him swirl it around in his mouth for a little before swallowing and nodding to the taste of wine. You really had to hold in your laughter. You so would've roasted him had you been with Phil. Neither of you liked people being pretentious. 

"Why all of this? Why me?" You asked, and groaned as you felt like a typical young adult protagonist having been chosen for 'something great' and asking the infamous 'why me?' question. 

"I like you," he said. He looked at you as you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. He simply shrugged, "Isn't that enough?"

"I literally just met you like an hour ago," You said.

"I've seen you before, with Coulson, at the headquarters. I went through your file when you joined. I liked you," He said. "When I saw your profile, it just clicked." Steve sighed as you rolled your eyes. "Look, Lios, this is how it happened back in my days." He said. "We didn't really date." He said.

"I've read books from 'back in your days', yes people did date." You said with air quotes. 

Steve simply shrugged, "Not how I was brought up."

"Did your parents teach you to put conditions on people making it impossible for them to refuse?"

"As I said earlier, I was under the impression it would excite you," he said, referring to your stories on Wattpad.

You sighed and sat back as the manager came back again to take the orders. You looked down at the menu but Steve ordered for the both of you, asking for the Chef's choice. You finally figured that he wasn't always being rude. Maybe he just didn't get it sometimes.

"I'm sorry," You finally said, "For hitting you last night,"

Steve shook his head, "I'm starting to think I kind of deserved it," he said and chuckled lightly, which surprised you. "It was impressive, actually. I didn't think you'd have it in you." 

"To slap Captain America?" You asked to which Steve laughed and nodded. Somehow, even as he relaxed and laughed, he still seemed to command the table. It was just his aura, you concluded, that made him seem so authoritative. You found it hot, but the thought of Fury telling you that you had no choice didn't leave your mind. However Steve had explained his actions, it still didn't make sense why he had involved Fury in it. Was there something else to it? Was he playing some game? You felt the wine kick in as these questions started to slip a little, but they were still there.