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I-33 S.R

Steve Rogers
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requested by Avengers_Captain
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summary: Steve takes Y/n out dancing while La Vie En Rose plays in the background.
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warnings/tags: fluff, romantic, lovely, soft, etc.
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word count: 1,125

I pulled on the ends of my plaided skirt, looking outside the window to catch a glimpse of Steve. He walked across the street to the front of my house.

The doorbell ringing seconds after. The immediate rush of adrenaline running through my system.

The door was opened and his blue eyes instantly met mine. The flat line across his lips vanished and a wide smile replaced it. A beautiful orange lily in his hand.

"Hey."

"Hi."

He gulped down, chuckling to himself, before bringing the lily up for me to take.

"I-uh..I brought you this. It reminded me of you when I saw it at the flower shop."

The color of his cheeks changed to an even redder tone when I babbled at how beautiful the flower was. It made me feel special, that something so gorgeous could remind him of me.

"Why were you at the flower shop?" I started up a conversation and gestured him to come inside. He doesn't seem like the type to randomly enter flower shops or actually nevermind he does.

He followed me to the kitchen where I grabbed a small vase of water.

"Bucky's been crushing on the florist and I don't know...I guess I was just curious to see who it was so I tagged along."

"Maybe sometime later we could have a double date, in case anything happens between them," I suggested whilst positioning the vase in the center of the kitchen island.

"I agree, they're so into each other. I'm happy if Buck is happy," Steve recalled while his face was bright and full of expression.

We talked some more about our week and all the changes we've been experiencing in our lives. For example, I bought a blue velvet couch and I can't seem to get up from it. I technically live in it, at this point.

He talked about the changes that have been happening around the facility and all the hilarious chatter the Avengers have constantly.

Any story that has to do with Stark makes me laugh until my stomach can't take it anymore. I've never actually met him but Steve says that that makes me the luckiest woman alive, he gets easily annoyed by him.

Late at night, I wonder whether he ever talks about me to them. I feel as though we've been together long enough for him to do so but who knows?

"You're doing that thing again." Steve's voice utters softly in my ear, his grip falling into my waist,

Before I could even form a reply, he cuts me off with a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"You're overthinking, come on, let's go dancing before you say no." He snatched me out of the house with a wide smile.

The place he took me to looked straight out of a 40's diner, it had beautiful lightning and the color themes meshed well together.