Avengers Imagines & Other Fantasies

Star Splanged Night

It's just another day at the Avengers Mansion, when none other than Mr. Captain America himself decides to tap you on the shoulder, interrupting you from your study session.

You were supposed to be helping Bruce with his newest discovery of recombinant cells, but it appears that this might be more important.

"Ah Steve, if I weren't glad to see you I would be lying" you say turning around and directing your undivided attention to him "you are the only one who can interrupt me without angering me"

He pulls a chair from behind him, and sits in front of you. 

The way he sits, makes it look as though he is straddling the chair rather than sitting on it.

You decide to keep that naughty observation to yourself.

"How may I be of assistance?"

He bites his lip looking quite unsure of himself.

It makes your heart summersault when he does that, and somehow you sensed that he knew.

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something, erm - personal"

You lift an eyebrow up, picturing hundreds of things he could mean by "personal", in your mind.

"Like what?"

He looks down and swallows.

You note how his muscles move and twitch nervously, ever so slightly.

"There's this thing coming up, and I need someone to go with" he says keeping his glance aimed at the ground.

"And what kind of "thing" is it?" You ask, hoping he's saying what you think he's saying.

Steve looks up at you, and smiles.

By now, you don't know how to control your face. 

You fear he'll run away from the expression on it.

"A dance. An old timey dance, and I need a..."

"Date?" You finish hopefully.

He nods, glad that you two are on the same boat.

"Date. Yes"

You turn back to your computer and paper work, deciding to put it on hold.

Opening the calendar, you remain facing the screen.

"When is this dance then?" You ask ready to mark a date down.

"Does that mean you'll go with me?"

You turn back to face him.

"No, I am just asking you the date so I sit here while you feel upset from rejection" you say hoping he catches the hint of sarcasm in your voice.

"Oh, well that's too bad be-"

"Of course it means I am going with you Steve!" You say laughing at his lack of comprehension "I see sarcasm is a foreign language to you ey?"

He smiles shoving you softly.

"The dance is tomorrow, tomorrow at nine" he replied standing from his place on the chair "and no, sarcasm isn't a foreign language to me. It's an alien language to me"

The two of you laugh at his stupid joke, and you feel a bit guilty about putting Bruce on hold.
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You twirl in front of the mirror wearing a beautiful scarlet colored dress, as your blonde brown curls bounce on your back.

You decide to wear high heels and take an extra pair of flats for the road, as you knew that you couldn't dance wearing high heels.

You couldn't dance anyway, so what would it matter.

As you added the finishing touches to your makeup and hair, a curt knock on the door interrupted you.

What was it with people interior ting you at important times?

Yes this was important.

It was your first date with freaking Captain America.

You walked to the door while putting an earring on, which caused you to drop the back part somewhere on the tiled floor.

Great. Just great.

A very agitated Bruce banner stood on the other side of the door, with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

"Hi Bruce" you say nervously, knowing exactly how angry he is at your lack of responsibility with the task he had given "how are you. You look nice"

He huffs.

"So do you, but my work isn't looking as nice or finished as I hoped it would be" he says looking quite pained "I trusted you (Y/N), and you let me down. If it was too much, you could have said something"

Your eyes stop roaming the ground for the small back piece of your earring, now looking at his sad brown ones.

"I am so sorry Bruce. I really am, I just got a bit carried away, and forgot all about it"

He sighs shaking his head.

"You know what, is fine. I'll just ask Tony to help me finish what you couldn't." He steps away from the door, about to make his way out "I see you have more important manners to attend to. Have a great night"

Before you can respond, he strides down the hallway, disappearing inside of his lab.

Leaving you to question your loyalty.
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You make small talk with Steve as you sit on the table, not helping to think about Bruce and his disappointment.

Noticing how distracted and forlorn you appear to be, Steve places a hand on your own.

"(Y/N) are you alright? You seem like your head is somewhere else"

Surprised by the gesture, you slide your hand from under his, shaking your head.

"I'm fine. Just a bit... I let Bruce down"

Steve glances at you worriedly, frowning.

"How?"

"Well, besides the fact that I didn't finish the work he had asked me to help him with, I forgot all about it"

Steve sighs.

"Is this my fault? I would hate to come in between your friendship"

You shake your head smiling kindly.

"No no. Of course not Steve. I am having a great time, and I couldn't possibly blame this on you"

He smiles offering you a hand.

"May I have a dance then?"

Your smile grows, and suddenly you find yourself on the defensive side of Bruce's argument.

It's not my fault.

I am no slave to anyone. I can do as I please.

You follow Steve into the dance floor, where you two begin a slow waltz.

Your legs move together in sink to the music, and the smile on your face wouldn't fool anyone.

You were happy.

As the song slowed, and you got closer to Steve, his eyes sparkled with the same joy.

You leaned up and did something you had wanted to do since the day you met him.

You kissed Captain America.

And he kissed you back.

The stars shining in the sky shied away from this moment.

And this was a star spangled night.

The night you would remember for the rest of your life.