Dark Arrow

Chapter Ten

Surprisingly we found quite a lot to talk about, the alcohol helped obviously. Not at any moment did we find ourselves in that awkward uncomfortable silence that I expected.

Steve seemed to loosen up after his seventh drink, whilst I was comfortably happy on my fifth. I could feel the buzz of the alcohol coursing through me, it was just enough to loosen me up but not enough that I didn't know what I was doing.

"Okay, so if you had to pick between the shield or the uniform. What would you pick?" It was a little game we'd been playing for a while.

I'd learnt he likes music over movies, books over tv and most surprisingly he preferred hot chocolate over coffee. Something we'd argued about playfully for at least half an hour.

He sat with his arms crossed, leaning against the bar. I watched him thinking over his answer, without looking at me, he gave it. "Umm... I have to say the shield don't I."

"You wanted to say the uniform didn't you." I smirked knowingly at him, raising my eyebrows before sipping on my beer. He laughed, a sound I'd come to actually enjoy over the course of the night.

"You can't challenge my answer."

I scoffed, "I can when it's bullshit." We both laughed together, like it was more than normal for us.

"Okay fine the uniform," he finally conceded. "But I don't know why."

I played with the label on my beer bottle, the condensation making it easy to peel off. "Because everyone stares at your ass and you secretly enjoy the attention." The words left my lips before I'd quite registered what I'd said. He became almost comically defensive with me.

"Okay, that's not true."

Deciding I didn't have much choice, but to run with my ass comment at this point, I shrugged my shoulders at him. "Just own it, I know my suit makes my ass look good."

"Can't deny that." The words left his lips, but I wasn't quite sure I'd heard him right. Not until I saw the darkened look in his eyes.

"Captain Rogers, have you been staring at my ass?" I flirted with him, it was nice to know that someone actually enjoyed looking at me. While I give off the I don't give a fuck vibe, deep down I do. Validation has always been one of my weaknesses.

"Rain." He states, giving me a knowing look. After all I did admit to looking at his first. I picked up the shot glass in front of me, clinking it against his before downing it in one.

"Okay, fine I can't judge, but in my defence. You have a very fine ass." I kept my voice deadly serious, until I looked over at him and we started laughing together again.

"I think that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." He laughed, looking up at me through his eyelashes. I blushed, suddenly uncomfortable with the way he was making me feel.

"Don't get used to it." I muttered, looking away from him.

A moment of silence passed over us, the bar had filled up since we'd arrived. I looked round the room for a moment, enjoying watching everyone having a good time. When I looked back, Steve was looking at me, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them. I knew that look and I knew it well. I pointed my finger at him, ignoring the way his look was making me feel. The throbbing inbetween my legs started up as I scolded him.

"No don't look at me like that. That is never going to happen."

He leaned in closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "With us? Never." His voice was husky, his lips so close to mine that I could taste the alcohol on his breath. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe, I needed air.