Avengers Assemble (Cartoon) x Male Readers ((One Shots))

Wait, what?!

Character: Steve Rogers / Captain America
Type of story: Fluff

Disclaimer: None

"Steve, this Steve?" Clint asked baffled by what he was being told. Tony nodded and smirked to himself, "Yup, Steve Rogers has a date tonight." he repeated, enjoying the small gasp from Hawkeye every time he would say it. Clint set down his new set of bow and arrows, looking over to the super genius as if he was insane; "With who?" Tony chuckled and set down his iron man boot, finishing up the touches for the upgrade. 

"He won't tell me. Apparently, as he put it- I 'wouldn't know them.'", he put them into quotation marks. Clint rolled his eyes and sat down on Starks table, pushing aside whatever he had on it previously. "Them? huh...so it could be a women-" Tony put a finger Infront of the hero's face, smirking as he did so. "OR a man. Clint, we both know Cap isn't the.... straightest." he shrugged cleaning off his hands. 

Clint hummed and nodded, thinking back to some of those rather interesting times. "Who could it be?" he wondered aloud, thinking of the possible people the captain had talked to, or even looked at in the past week. Tony shrugged and shoved the blond so he could get something from his worktable. Hawkeye grumbled at that but continued his aloud thinking.

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"You're sure you don't have any bad guys to fight, Steve?" A h/c man asked smugly, making Steve laugh a little. The blond shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows, showing a little bit of concern; "At least I hope not." Y/n sighed and ruffled the hero's hair, giving him a warm smile, "I would understand if that happened, you know that right?" never did Y/n want to get in the way of Steves career, it would be ignorant to think he could.

Steve nodded and gently grabbed his dates hand, pulling it up and kissing it gently. Y/n blushed and grinned, still surprised by the man's old ways of showing affection. "Come on, let's go eat as soon as we can." he said kissing the blonds lips quickly before darting inside the somewhat fancy restaurant. Steve felt warm inside as he followed the man in.

The restaurant housed only a few people at the moment, which Steve was grateful for; any amount of people scared him when he didn't want to be recognized, and now defiantly was not he moment he wanted that to happen. "Alright sir, your seat is right over here." A red-haired women guided them to the table, seemingly not noticing who she was seating. "I'll be back with some menus, and some water." 

Y/n settled down after a moment, sighing in relief when he found the right spot. He looked to his date and smiled awkwardly "I hope this is alright, I mean it didn't have many people so i thought-" Steve cut him off, reaching his hand across the table for the others. "It's perfect, Y/n. Don't worry so much," the h/c man blushed from embarrassment and only nodded.

(Little bit into the date)

Steve hadn't remembered having this much fun in a long while, to be honest he hadn't remembered any date period to be this wonderful. Y/n was talkative after a little while, going on about his work and how much fun it was going to be when it was time for a vacation, and even embarrassingly asking Steve to come along with him if he could. It was a nice change of pace, it was calm.

"Steve, you've barely said anything...I feel bad I've been talking the whole time," Y/n mumbled a little worried for his talkativeness. Steve smiled and took the others hand, kissing it softly like he had done before; "I could listen to you talk all day, Y/n." the other man blushed and looked away from Steves gaze. It was weird how pampered he felt with Steve, he hadn't felt this way with any of his previous partners...it was nice.

"You have no idea how much that means to me." Y/n whispered, tearing up at the thought of this man being so kind to him. Steve noticed and quickly wiped away his tear with his thumb, giving him a soft look that Y/n wished would stay on his face forever; "I know it might be soon, but..." Steve rubbed the others knuckles with his finger, "I want to do this more often, be with you. I care for you so much, Y/n." 

It felt a little like a proposal, and some part of Y/n hoped it was. The h/c man nodded and pushed away some stray tears with his other hand, "I do too, Steve. I also...care for you so much." he tried to match the romanticness the best he could, but nothing would ever change how he felt. It was better to leave Steve Rogers to the romantic bits.