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Prince Charming StevexReader

“Natasha, you promised that there would be handsome men here and there aren't.”  I pout. “Did you lie just to get me to come?”

“Now why would I do that?” She smirks at me.

“Well it wouldn't be the first time you…” I trail off, noticing someone new walking into the ballroom, looking rather lost and more than a little overwhelmed. “Who is he?”

“Who is who?” She asks.

“That gorgeous blond over there who just came in.” I answer, pointing him out to the best of my ability.

“I don't know, but if you don't go speak to him, I'll have to do it myself, and I know you don't want that.”

“Alright, I'm going. I'm going!” I say, grinning at her before making my way through the crowd.

It takes a while for me to find him, but I manage. I tap him on the shoulder to get his attention and end up startling him instead. He jumps and whips around to see who had touched him.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” I chuckle, shielding my mouth with my hand.

“You didn't,” He says quietly. His gaze lingers on my face for a moment before his eyes widen in surprise. “Your majesty.” He blurts out, bowing awkwardly.

“Please there's no need to be so formal,...?”

“Oh! Steve. My name is Steve.” He rushes to say, realizing I was asking for his name.

“It's lovely to meet you, Steve.” I smile and dip my head to him.

“Likewise, your majesty.” He bows again, though not as deeply this time.

“Really, the formalities are unnecessary.” I say, gently touching him on the arm.

“Are you sure?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at me in surprise.   

“Of course.” I nod. “And, please, call me (Y/N).”

“A-alright, yo- er, (Y/N).” He smiles softly at me.

“Thank you,” I smile back at him. “Would you care to dance?”

He looks shocked for a moment before smiling softly and dipping his head to me. “It would be an honor.”

He holds my hand gently in his and I allow him to lead me to the middle of the dance floor. A gentle waltz begins to play and Steve quickly gets into position, taking my waist with his free hand. As we begin to dance I notice that his movements are stiff and on the verge of uncoordinated.

“Relax,” I give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really know if I can.” He whispers back.

“Just focus on me.” He meets my eyes and I nod to him. His shoulder start to visibly relax and his eyes stop flitting around the room anxiously. “There,” I try to keep my tone as soothing as possible.

“Thank you,” He breathes. His movements are still a little stiff, like he hasn’t had much experience with dancing.

“Do you want to get some fresh air?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. “These events can be more than a little suffocating.”

“That sounds amazing.” His shoulders sag in relief as I lead him from the dance floor and out onto the balcony. Once we’re outside Steve takes several deep breaths, like he had been holding his breath the entire time he was in the ballroom.

“Are you alright?” I ask softly, placing a gentle hand on his bicep.

He smiles at me, a bit embarrassed. “Large crowds make me a little anxious.” He admits.