Marvel One Shots

Steve x Clara part 2/3

***Chapter contains light fluff. Enjoy***

"Hey Steve, it's Clara again, just wondering when or if we're gonna go on that date anytime soon. Not that I'm freaking out over it or anything but, I'm uh, yeah. If you could give me a call back when you can that'd be awesome. Bye." I press end call on my phone sighing. That's the third time I've called him since Sam said he was awake. Captain America, SHIELD, Hydra and The Winter Soldier are being talked about literally everywhere. It's been almost a month since the whole incident

I comb a hand through my hair, hoping to god that Steve is doing okay. Sure Sam gives me updates as often as he can but I'd really like to see Steve again for myself. See how bad the damage is and I have so many questions. But, for now I just sit and wait. I sit down on my tan suede couch in my small cozy apartment living room. I grabbed my book off my stained wooden coffee table and turned to where I left off. My tabby cat jumped up on the arm rest next to me, laying down a moment later. I read a few chapters of my novel when there's a knock on my door. I raise a brow at Chloe, Chloe's my cat, before getting up to answer it

I wiped some cat fur off my skinny jeans and straightened my orange tshirt before opening the door. I almost had to do a double take at who was standing in my doorway. He wore plain blue jeans, a white tshirt, black leather jacket and held a bouquet of red daisies. He smirked at me and lifted the flowers towards me

"I know I should have called first.." he breathes out. His angelic voice is like velvet and silk had a lovechild. I stand there staring at him. If you haven't figured it out yet it's Steve in my doorway right now. The scars on his face are almost completely healed now and he's fully functional. He adjusts his stance, looking around my walkway

"May I come in?" He asks awkwardly. I snap back to myself and step aside for him to enter

"Yeah come in. Sorry. Just.. surprised you're here." I huff, combing a hand through my hair. "Here, I'll put these in some water." I close my door and grab the flowers from him walking to my kitchen. He follows close behind me. I cut the stems and place them in a vase with water and the plant food before turning to him. He's nearly a foot away from me, staring at me. I blush

"What?" I ask

"You know, the entire time I was in the hospital, I couldn't stop thinking about one thing." He looks all around my kitchen before looking back at me. I smirk, knowing exactly what he's getting at

"It was Chloe right?" I ask jokingly to lighten the mood. He chuckles and squats down to pet Chloe as she entered the room after hearing her name

"How'd you know?" He jokes. I laugh and shrug

"Just a feeling. So what made you stop by?" I ask. Leaning against my counter. He smiles at Chloe before standing back up and looking at me

"I believe I owe you a date." He extends his hand for me to take. I chuckle

"You owe me more than just a date Captain." I grab his hand. He gently pulls me to him, a nervous look on his face. "It's okay.." I breathe out, aware of how close our faces are. And aware of his inner battle to kiss me or not

He hesitates before leaning in slightly. Yes? Then he hesitates again. Nope. Something crosses his expression and he stops. He opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but I stop him by putting my finger over his mouth

"How about I cook us something for dinner." I step away from him. He drops his shoulders almost in defeat but more like a 'that's just what I need' way and looks at me

"That sounds really nice." I smile and tie my hair up. I decide to make steaks and potatoes. A manly meal for a manly man. I pull out the steaks I had bought this morning, I was gonna make them for when my parents stayed the weekend next week but oh well. Then I pulled out the sack of potatoes handing them and a knife to Steve

"Can you peel and cut them in half for me please?" I ask. He smiles and takes both items from me setting up his own work station. I get started on the steaks, sadly my apartment won't allow grills on anything but the first floor so I had to cook them via stovetop. They sizzled and seared as I flipped them, adding hints of seasoning every once in a while to them. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my hips and a chin rest on my shoulder. I smile to myself, reaching one of my hands up and run it through his hair, continuing to watch the steaks

Once those are done I pull out 2 of my best everything. Plates, cutlery, glasses, wine, I wanted tonight to be great. We sat at opposite sides of my small dining room table, enjoying the dinner we prepared. The window above my table lets in a gentle breeze and we welcome it. Halfway through our silent meal, I decide to speak up

"So is this date number four then?" I ask taking a sip of my wine. Steve wipes his mouth with his napkin nodding his head

"I thought it was number 5." A smile plays at his lips. Man I want to kiss those lips so badly

I smile, refilling our wine glasses. We finish our meals in a comfortable silence and start to clean up. I wrap up the left overs for Steve to take home and put the dishes in my dishwasher before going over to the table with a clean wet washcloth. As I bend slightly over the table to reach the other side I feel familiar hands on my hips again. I immediately stand up straight, my back now pressed against his firm chest, and turn slightly to look at him. He had a serious expression, as usual, I just stare at him. I mean, what am I suppose to do?

"Clara I have to find him. And I don't know how long I'll be gone.." he finally speaks. I don't need to know who 'he' is as he's referring to The Winter Soldier. I turn around fully to be face to face with him, depression already kicking in. I might never see Steve again. Never hear him laugh, his stories he tells, him learning new things everyday. All gone

"I understand. This'll sound corny but I'll wai-" I start to speak but get interrupted by his lips connecting with mine

I'm shocked. I'm thrilled. I'm relieved. I'm sad. Shocked at what's happening, thrilled it's happening, relieved he decided to go for it and sad that this might mean goodbye. I never want it to end so I cup his face in my hands as he gently squeezes my hips, holding me in place as if I were going to move away. Unfortunately, he's the one to pull away first from the kiss that sent fireworks, butterflies and flames through my body

"I don't expect you to wait for me Clara. I can't promise anything.." he speaks with dread in his voice. I shake my head

"I'll wait Steve. I'll wait for however long it takes. I'll wait..." I hold his face, staring into his blue eyes that have shards of green in them. Those beautiful eyes. He brushes a hand through my hair, debating what to say next. Instead he leans in, pressing his velvety lips to mine once more. I pull away after a few moments

"How are you going to break the news to Chloe?" I ask, lightening the mood a bit. He chuckles and I feel his breath on my skin. It's nice

"Hopefully I don't need to kiss her too. I prefer this more." He stares at me. I blush, resting my hands on his squared shoulders

"Let's go find out then." I chuckle and he leads me to my living room. I really am going to miss him. But I know I'll see him soon enough.