|Boundaries|An Avengers Fanfiction

Chapter Three

Three weeks has passed since the first day I meet the Avengers. It was full of meeting and nights of shawarma. Seven days and I already had the best group of friends I could ask for. Now it was the weekend. I had a date with Steve in a half an hour. I didn't want to go but he insisted and I couldn't say no to that face. I hadn't told anyone about the date. Not Susan or Natasha. I didn't want to say that Steve didn't tell any of his buddies.

I had just hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I hurried into my room and put on my underwear and bra. I left the towel on my bed and searched my closet for the perfect dress. He told me to really dress up since he was taking me to a five star, fancy restaurant. I picked out an elegant blue dress. The dress was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It was tight fitted around my torso and chest with intricate, white beading. The beading ended at my waist and chiffon fabric fell down to the floor. I picked out a pair of white, three inch heels to go with it. The shoes had similar beading on the back. They matched perfectly with the dress. I also picked out a plain white clutch purse. I laid it all out on my bed. I picked up an oversized shirt and threw that on so I could do my hair and makeup without ruining the dress. I went into the bathroom and got started. I curled my hair and pinned the blonde locks up in the back with shorter hairs hanging out at the front. I made sure it was perfect before moving onto my makeup. I concealed my imperfections and applied one of those tinted moisturizers. I lightly applied a white eye shadow on my lids followed by a less than thick but more than thin winged eyeliner. For my lips, I colored them with a nude pink lipstick. I made sure everything was flawless and went back into my room. I carefully took off the shirt and threw it on my bed. I slid the dress on from my feet up so I wouldn't mess anything up. I sat on my bed and pulled white flats socks over my feet like I do with my everyday heels. I slid my feet into the heels and stood up. I wobbled before I got used to them. I went into the bathroom and filled my purse with necessities. Steve should be here any minute. I touched up anything and everything then I threw the towel that had been sitting on my bed. I went into my living room and sat down on my couch and waited.

Three minutes had passed then there was a knock at my door. I smiled as I opened the door. Steve stood in front of me in a basic black and white suit. However he had a small red rose pinned to the right side of his jacket. He smiled at me.

"You look beautiful."

I smiled and felt my cheeks heating up just like the first day we met. I brushed a hair out of my face.

"Thank you. You look very handsome."

He smiled at me and held out his arm for me. I held onto it and he guided me outside into the cold, closing the door behind me. We walked to his car arm in arm. He let my arm fall as he opened the door to the passenger side. I slid in and waited for him to get in on the other side. The car was still warm and only got warmer when he turned the car on. I was worried that it was going to get too hot and my makeup would ruin or my hair would frizz even with all the hairspray I put in it. I sat silently as old songs played on the radio. Light passed through the windows as we passed street lamps. I would sneak a peek of Steve every time. He looked almost as nervous as I was. His hands held the steering wheel tightly in order to keep them from shaking. His breathing was pitched. It looked like he was biting on his cheek. After a few minutes one of his hands left the steering wheel and rested next to the shifter. I hesitantly laid my hand over his. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me so I put on a smile. The corners of his mouth lifted and he looked back at the road. New York City was so busy usually but right now there were fewer cars than I'd ever seen on the roads. The time was eight o'clock so the city was lit up like Christmas tree. We passed Times Square and I stared out the window marveling it. Times Square was always my favorite place in New York City. Big lights, crazy people, who wouldn't love it. Watching all the tourists stare at it with wide eyes, and seeing all the life in this one place. I watched it until it disappeared. Shortly after that Steve pulled up to the restaurant. It was so fancy I couldn't even pronounce the name, but glowing above the name was five yellow stars.

I was startled when Steve opened my door. I got out and held his arm just like before. We walked inside. There weren't a lot of people but just enough to make it feel crowded.

"Hello. Reservations for Rogers?"

He told the hostess.

"Ah yes. Table for two. Please follow me mister and misses Rogers."

I blushed when she said that. I knew we weren't married but the thought of it made my cheeks hot. Just this date felt so unrealistic. Like it was a dream. I pinched my arm to assure myself that I was awake. We followed the hostess to a small square table in the way back of the restaurant. It was covered with a white table cloth. On the table was a red candle raised by a small, elegant candle holder. A glass of water and silverware wrapped in napkins were at each of our seats. Steve pulled out my chair and pushed me back in when I sat down. When he sat down himself a man wheeled a cart with champagne on it over to us. He asked if we would like any and Steve nodded, asking him to leave it here. The man poured our first glasses and left, leaving the champagne behind.

"So do you like it? The restaurant?"

Steve asked me. I swallowed my champagne and answered.

"Yes. It's very lovely."

I smiled, reassuring him. He smiled back.

"Great. Good. I'm glad you like it. Tony said it was an amazing restaurant."

Rogers told me. I smiled trying to ignore the fact that Tony picked out the restaurant. The first ten minutes was just uncomfortable silence as we searched the menu for our dinners. After the waitress took out order, Steve started up conversation and I surprisingly kept it going. We only stopped talking when we had to take bites of our food. Steve told me fascinating stories about his life in the 1920s and even talked about the war. I told him stories of my own. Some of the stories I never told to anyone, not even Susan. He seemed interesting throughout the whole thing. Laughing when something was funny, he just always seemed so alert. So I returned the favor when he shared stories with me.

It was ten o'clock when we decided to leave the restaurant, but instead of going back to the car Steve started walking me down the sidewalk towards Times Square. He continued with one of his stories as we walked. It was cold and breezy. I started shivering and Steve took notice. He took off his jacket and placed it on my shoulders.

"Thank you."

He put his hand on my back.

"It's my pleasure."

We walked for a while before we got into Times Square. We stood in the middle and I admired the lights. They were so bright and beautiful. Times Square might be just advertisements to some people, but to me it's a beautiful part of a beautiful culture.

"It's so beautiful."

I said. He nodded.

"I agree. Almost as beautiful as you."

I smiled and looked down at my feet. My cheeks were heating up and I could only assume they were as red as the rose on his jacket. He moved in front of me and lifted my chin with his index finger. Even though I was wearing heels he was still so much taller than me. He leaned it and placed his lips on mine. I kissed him back and reached up and placed my hand on the side of his face. He had both hands on my waist now. We stood there kissing under my favorite lights.

When he pulled away our faces were still close. I smiled and he did too. We started walking back to the car. He had his arm around my waist keeping me close to him. I had my head leaned on his arm. During the walk back, he told me a story of how he thought the stars were little diamonds in the sky when he was young.

"I always wanted to take one and give it to someone special. Maybe I can give one to you."

We finally reached the car and Steve drove me home. He walked me to the front door and we shared another kiss before we said goodbye. I watched him as he walked back to his car and disappeared down the road. I changed out of my dress and into pajamas. I let my hair down and washed my face. When I got on my bed and under the covers, the same line kept repeating in my mind.

Maybe I can give one to you.

I think it was safe to say that that was the best date I'd ever had.