Mastermind (Steve Rogers)

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Steve's POV

Steve wasn't looking forward to this dinner with his parents at all, he had managed to get them to agree to him hosting the dinner.

Maria was taking care of everything as usual, but what he didn't expect to see when he walked into his apartment early that evening was Charlotte in the kitchen baking.

She was smiling and talking away with Maria, her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing comfy clothes but still somehow looking elegant.

That was the last place he thought he would've found someone like her.

There was flour on her face, and her hands messy with dough, he takes a second just taking it all in.

"You just gonna stand there staring or you going to help prepare for the arrival of your parents" She says once she notices him.

"Sorry just shocked" he throws his hands up and admits.

"By what?" She looks at him confused.

"Nothing" shaking his head "how can I help?" he asks smiling at her. Steve noticing a look Maria gives him but decides not to think anything of it.

"I'm sure Maria would appreciate if you laid the table, gives her some free time" she smiles at him and his heart skips a beat.

"You don't have to sir" Maria adds.

"Nonsense you've been busting your ass let him lay the table" Charlotte replies giving him a look before she starts rummaging in the cupboards.

Steve grabs the plates and walks to the dining room table.

"What you looking for?" He hears Maria ask her.

"Pie dish"

"Top shelf on the cupboard to your left" Maria replies.

As he looks up he sees Charlotte climbing on the side to reach the dish, she looks so small and dainty.

His heart skips a beat when he sees that's she looses her balance and slips off the counter, he can't move quick enough to reach her. Thankfully Maria was closer and caught her.

"Thank, I didn't hurt you did it?" She's more concerned about Maria then herself.
"No I'm fine" Maria smiles back at her and Charlotte goes back to baking like nothing happened, while Steve's heart is thumping loudly in his chest.

Note to self we need a stool.

"What are you making?" Steve now asks.

"Apple pie" she smiles itching her nose which just adds more flour on her face, yet she still looks so beautiful.

No stop thinking like that Steve. He scolds himself.

She carefully places the pastry over the top.
"Okay now that's in the oven, how else can I help" Charlotte asks Maria.

"You should go get ready" Steve approaches her "You are covered in flour" laughing he wipes a bit of flour off her face.

Those fucking sparks are there again when his thumb wipes touches her skin.

"Right I lost track of time" she flashes him that smile that makes his heart skip "Let me get this cleaned up first"

Steve shakes his head "I got it" he smiles at her.

"You sure?" She looks at him puzzled and he nods.