𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝟔) 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐦

Steve's pov

It was one of those nights. The nights where Bucky had dragged me on yet another double date. He always had fun, flirting and all, while I would just awkwardly stand there. It wasn't my fault fully as the woman I was always paired with ended up either leaving and going home or joining Bucky.

His grip on my wrist was tight as he led me through the crowd of people who had already started piling up to see Howard Stark.

"Come on, Buck. I'm not being dragged on another date. I've been on way too many, and I've proven that you're better off going without me" I state, pouting.

I would rather be at my apartment with a warm drink and sitting near the fireplace than being out. It wasn't as if I hated it. It's just that no one seems to want me. No girl has ever wanted to dance with a guy like me. They'd much rather have someone like Bucky.

No matter how much I was going to argue with him, his grip on me wasn't loosening as we walked towards two girls. One of them seems to recognize Bucky as she waves to him, calling his name. The other seemed hesitant and was smiling nervously. Knowing most, she'd probably taken one look of me and was put off. But, I had to say, she was pretty. As we got closer, I tried fixing my hair, but I just made it worse. I watched her look away, and I sighed in embarrassment.

(Y/N's) pov

As Connie waved over and called out to her date, I couldn't help but look at mine. Connie had convinced me to come with her on a double date, even though I tried declining. She dragged me here, making sure that I looked half decent for a guy I had no idea about. He wasn't who I was expecting, much shorter and skinnier, but I wasn't complaining. I was done with all the tall, muscular guys that I had been dragged to meet. Most of them were assholes and were entirely rude, which I hated.

He tried fixing his hair, and I swear I felt my cheeks heat as he did, and I had to look away to avoid being caught. I didn't even know his name and I was already blushing. The both of them walked up to us, and my date smiled kindly at me.

We stood there for a while, the both of us not knowing what to do or say. I sigh contently before speaking. "I'm (Y/N)" I say, offering my hand for him to shake.

He took my hand and shook it gently. "Steve" he whispered, looking away.

I nodded, seeing that Connie and her date had already ventured on their own. "Looks like it's just us, Steve" I tell him. His eyes widened at that, and I couldn't help but frown.

"Something wrong?" I asked, my brows furrowed.

He shook his head. "N-no" he spluttered, and I smiled softly.

"Good"

...

After the show with Howard Stark and the flying car, Steve and I had gotten to know each other better. Steve had listened as I talked about my childhood, but he never really mentioned anything from his.

We talked about our favorite things and any small facts about one another. It was nice listening to what Steve had to say as his attitude towards life and people in general was much different from the other men I had gone out with.

I decided that we needed something romantic to do, so we made our way towards a dancing parlor. He tried avoiding and offered we go somewhere else, but I reassured him that everything would be fine.

We entered, and it was paradise. Many couples were dancing to a slow song that was playing from the band that was on the stage. It was a soft atmosphere filled with the quiet chatter of people and the soft beat of the song.

I pulled Steve with me as we made our way down the flight of stairs that overlooked the dancing and towards the center. I had a strong grip on his small hand as we ventured into the relaxed space.

Steve stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to put his hands. I giggled softly and helped him. I placed his hands on my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck. We softly swayed to the music, the candlelit room giving just enough light that I could see the features of his face.

I studied him for a few minutes, glancing over each feature of his perfect face. I even noted when he went cherry red after he caught me out for staring too long. He reddened all the way down his neck, down past his collar, and to the tip of his ears.

I smiled and laughed. I kissed his cheek quickly, him entirely freezing after I did. He looked away, but it didn't take him long for his gaze to return to mine. He gave me a wide smile that I just had to return.

We danced like that, just him and me for a couple of hours and it was great. By the time we left, it was dark and night had fallen. As our date came to an end, he insisted that he would bring me safe and sound to the door of my apartment.

It wasn't far, so we decided to walk there. It was peaceful and quiet as there were no cars or children playing. The street lamps guided us down the paths as we walked, our fingers interlaced the whole time as we talked the entire journey.

Me and Connie lived together, but I had no idea if she was home yet. Neither of us had seen her or Bucky, as I had learned his name from Steve. I use my key to unlock the door and open it, but I don't walk in. I just stay put, my eyes locked with Steve.

Slowly, and I mean very slowly, we leaned in. Our faces got very close, and I could feel his unsteady breath fanning against my face. I peered down to his pink lips before returning my gaze to his baby blue eyes.

He smiled sweetly, and before long, my lips were against his in a soft kiss. There wasn't any passion. It was just pure affection and gentleness. Our lips moved in sync as if they were meant to be, as if they were the final pieces to a puzzle.

When we parted, his face was flushed, but he had a happy expression across his face. I heard coughing behind me, and when I turned around, I found Bucky in our apartment with Connie in her robe. Bucky's hair was messy, and his clothes were untucked, so I knew exactly what they had been doing. I shake my head and smirk.

I turn back to Steve. "Same time next week?" I ask, a pleading look on my face.

He nodded before I pulled him into an embrace. My arms wrapped around his petite waist and I rest my head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around my back as he kissed the side of my head. When we parted, he gave me a look of love and kindness, and I knew then that I had found my one true love.