Helios (Steve Rogers x Male!OC x Darkling)

XII

"What is wrong with you? I told you to wear a suit." Steve said as he entered your room, wearing a blue suit with his hair slicked back. "You could've just- God," He paced around the room, pressing his fingers to his temples as he tried to calm himself down. You put on your sneakers while he walked around and gave one last look at your hair. "Lios," He finally said when you walked over to the kitchen to get some juice. "I told you to see my stylist. I told you. Why are you being like this?" 

"I'm not wearing anything else," You said. You were wearing your BTS t-shirt with pants and white sneakers. "This is who I am. I'm not playing trophy husband." You told him. "Or should I just not go?"

Steve glared at you for a moment before he simply walked towards your closet and pulled out a blazer. He put it against your shirt and matched it with your pants before taking out the hanger and handing it to you. "Wear this," He said. "Please." You rolled your eyes and let him put it on you. He tried a few perfumes from your closet and put the one he liked on you. He used some wax to fix your hair. "Close this button," He said so the BTS logo wouldn't be visible. "You could've chosen something American, at least," he sighed.

You let the button stay open, "Seriously?" You said as you picked your phone, "Let's just go already." You said. 

"You're seeing my stylist next time and we're getting ready at the set. It looks tacky to come dressed for a show." He said but you mostly just ignored him. He handed you some cards to read through for the interview as you got in the car. 

"Are you fucking kidding me? Steve is definitely the man in the relationship? I like him because takes care of me?"  You said, reading from the cards. "Who the fuck wrote this?"

"Language, Lios. Just stick to the cards." He said, having written the cards himself with Mark's help. 

Like hell I will, you said to yourself as you shoved the cards into your pocket and looked out of the window.

***

"What do I like about him?" You chuckled as you looked at Steve and then back at the interviewer. "He's a big baby, really. It's like babysitting a hot supersoldier. He needs his coffee in bed, he can't eat bread if I don't cut off the crusts, and he can't sleep without cuddles. He's just too cute." You said and chuckled again when you looked at Steve. He was smiling but you could see the death glare in his eyes. 

"Wow, that's... yeah, we didn't expect that of Captain America. Did we?" The interviewer laughed with you as the small studio audience joined in. "That's cute alright. Is that true, Captain?"

Steve laughed lightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Lios is a walking hyperbole but parts of it, yeah."

"Oh, come on!" You said as you lightly slapped his bicep. "Remember that time you got mad when you lost at Monopoly?" You laughed and turned to the interviewer, "I tell you, this man will do anything to get his way. He has this killer trick in his repertoire where he'll look at you with these huge eyes like a kicked puppy. He can make you do anything with those eyes of his. I mean, Wanda who?"

The audience laughed alot at that when and you could feel your nerves relaxing despite Steve's hand on your thigh. He squeezed lightly and you knew it was a warning but this was TV. If there's anything you've learned from growing up in the TV era was that whatever TV shows, goes best. Nobody cares who's who or what behind the screen. You win them on screen, they'll be worshipping you sooner than they're backing Captain America.

Most of the interview was still targeted at Steve and he answered them in an almost robotic fashion, though you could see him stutter here and then as he ate up some words and had to come up with something new in order to keep the story consistent to what you had said about him. You were having the time of your life, really, and you had almost forgotten the nervousness that had overshadowed you and had clogged your thoughts in the beginning of the interview. But things got interesting when it came to the audience's turn. You were a bit overwhelmed at first, at how many people actually wanted to know more about you, but it got easier. You could see a couple of sneers in the audience too though, of course people would be jealous of you. Just an ordinary person who stole Captain America's heart. You could've sworn they were thinking that it could've been them.

"I have a question too," A girl with pink hair stood up next.

"Oh. My. God." You exclaimed, "I love your hair!" You said and saw her blush as the camera spanned to her. 

"Thanks," She said and an assistant behind camera gestured for her to ask her question. "I love your shirt!" She said, pointing to your BTS shirt under "But I want to ask, is Captain America an Army too?" She asked, pointing to your shirt under your blazer.

"Oh no," You chuckled at Steve's confused face. "He got no jams," You said and the girl laughed with a couple more joining from the audience. 

***

The interview was aired live and you couldn't stop grinning as you two had exited the building. The car ride back was anything but comfortable. When you'd gotten into the car, Steve had taken to just sit and stare out of the window while Mark continued to scroll through Twitter and Instagram on his tablet. They were clearly mad that you hadn't stuck to the cards and Mark had tried to get you to stick with the cards during the break but you had just walked away. They couldn't bully you there with so many eyes around and you took every opportunity you could muster.

Steve wanted to get famous? Wanted to become an internet sensation? If you were going down in this plan, you had to make sure that the public knew your presence. You had to build your own character and brand without a hundred crew members as Steve had. Something told you that you were going to need it. If anything goes south, you needed something for yourself to fall back on.

As soon you got back to the tower, Jarvis notified you that the team was waiting for a congratulatory dinner but Steve and Mark led you to their conference room. Nobody said a word till you were in the room. The moment the door of the conference room closed behind you, Steve had grabbed you by your shirt and had pinned you against the wall.

"Wait, no!" Mark intervened and pulled Steve off you before he could do or say anything. You only needed to glance into Steve's eyes once to know that had Mark not come in between you wouldn't have walked out of this room without a bloody nose at the very least.

"You ruined everything!" Steve yelled at the top of his lungs. "Do you have any idea how important that interview was? The whole world was watching!" He screamed at you. The veins on his neck seemed to be clawing their way out of his skin. His fists were clenched at his side, slightly shaking as if begging to be set loose. 

If you were to be honest, you were scared to death. You were regretting everything that you had done and you weren't even scared for yourself. It was Phil you were worried about. Steve had promised to keep him out of everything but you just couldn't trust the man in front of you. But there was no way in hell you'd let him see it. You held your ground as you just stood there, glaring right back at him with your arms crossed across your chest.

"Deep breaths, Mr Rogers," Mark said as he helped him into a chair. "Calm down first," He told him.

"How am I supposed to calm down?" Steve said, his voice still just as loud though he wasn't looking at you anymore but tried to distract himself with his phone.

"Look," Mark said as he handed the tablet to Steve. He took the tablet and looked at for sometime and you saw his shoulders relax as he saw the posts and tweets Mark was showing him. "People are loving him, and you." He told him. "They can relate to him." 

"Really, Mark? You couldn't tell that from the audience response? I think you had a degree in this bullshit." You said and rolled your eyes.

Steve got up before Mark could answer. He handed the tablet back to him. "Arrange for his PR training from tomorrow," Steve told him, completely ignoring you. "He still has a lot to learn," He said and was about to leave when he stopped and turned to you. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. He simple turned back again and left.

You went to the main floor where the rest of the team was waiting for Steve and you. You said Steve was tired and couldn't come. If Steve wanted to play his game, you'll join right in and play with him.