Guys I'm sorry this was rushed and is lazy writing. Also, I can't stop writing fluff. I promise the angst will be back asap!
Steve's smile grew, Maria was being so kind? He always liked her but seeing her in this light and in that dress was a game changer. God she looked beautiful, her dark shoulder length hair shined under the brightness of Stark's light and she was so giddy and excited. He liked the way she kept sipping on the dry martini he had bought for her, the way she stirred the olive in the glass round as she agreed with everything he was saying. He wanted to get lost in her soft puppy dog eyes, to drown in the depths of chocolate and honey.
The dress she was wearing was simple, it wasn't too short which he liked. The black colour of the dress made her look elegant and put together, another thing he liked. He enjoyed modesty. He knew he wanted to ask her out, he couldn't help it. She was perfect. He was surprised she didn't already have a boyfriend.
"Do you want another drink, Maria?" He smiled at her fondly, she nodded her head up and down quickly. God she was drunk. It wasn't like Maria to let her guard down like this, but every one deserves a break don't they? Even the ice queen herself. To be sloppy and intoxicated. She knew she needed a distraction from a certain someone, a shitty stark party and booze would achieve this.
"Here" Steve passed the drink to her, purposely holding her hand for a few seconds allowing his calloused fingers to brush against her knuckles. She shuddered at the sensation, it made her feel gross.
"Thank you" she mumbled, she wasn't the least bit interested in him or his touch but he was fooled by his own importance. I guess he wasn't used to girls not falling in love with America's golden boy.
"I didn't think you'd come" Steve scratched his head, trying to make conversation. Why couldn't he just be silent? She sighed before answering.
"I wasn't" she stated bluntly then took a big mouthful of her drink, her head was spinning. The world was spinning, wait was she spinning? No, that's stupid.
"What changed your mind?" he smirked at her, god she hated men and their testosterone. She wanted to scream 'GO AWAY' and drink herself until she blacked out.
"No reason" she lied. It was far from the truth, she was angry at Natasha and would talk any opportunity to drink herself into the floor.
"Are you sure" he grinned, slowly inching closer to her on the sofa, she just stared at him. She didn't know how much self control she had under the influence, nothing was stopping her from punching him if he got any closer. "Anyway, I thought you had plans with Romanoff, what happened" he inquired, eager to learn why Maria chose to come to the party instead of hang out with the Russian. Did Maria like him? He could only hope.
"I did, she was too busy." Another lie. They'd fallen out, as per usual. Why couldn't they just apologise and work their way through it? Why did they both have to be stubborn and push each other away until one of them breaks.
"That's a shame, although I'm glad you're here" poor Steve, he actually was a gentle man. But that was the problem: he was a man.
"It's nice to get out" she agreed, deep down she knows she's rather be in her apartment having hate sex with Natasha. But the hate sex didn't even make her feel good anymore, she wanted stability. This stupid friends with benefits situation was killing her. She was sick of hiding her feelings and telling every one around her that they were just friends.
The night grew longer. Maria and Steve continued to drink, somehow Stark's party only grew louder and louder. The fray of drunk people only grew, Mara being among the flurry.
"I want another drink" Maria declared, stumbling as she tried to get up and make her way to the bar. Steve caught her, he smiled down at her before he let her go. Maria was so confused, how did her sloppy drunk self not turn this guy off? Did she need to write the word 'LESBIAN' on her forehead in big black capital letters to get him to leave her alone?
