Chris Evans/Steve Rogers one shots

The purple alien from jabo

Steve had been watching you since the day Peter Quill had dropped you off. You intrigued him, sure Loki and Thor were technically aliens but they looked human. You, you were something else. You moved like a ballet dancer, and were strong enough to take on Natasha and win.
   Your hair was such a dark black it seemed to absorb light, and your eyes were the bluest he had ever seen. But both compared to your skin, depending on your mood it shifted from anywhere between lavender to a royal purple. It fascinated him to no end.
    Steve kept back, still a bit too shy to talk to you, everyone else just stayed away except Peter Parker. He had been one of the only ones willing to reach out and talk to you. He was actually jealous of the kid, you always seemed to be laughing or in a deep conversation with him.

    "You should go talk to him." Peter stressed, hooking his head in Steve's direction.
    "No, I am sure he does not like me." You replied, the color of your skin darkened. You tried not to think of the Captain in that way but he was the most handsome human you had ever seen.
    "Look, Mr. Rogers is like a really nice guy." Peter tried to convince you, hating to see you upset.
    "I am sure he is. It is just..." you trailed off, not being able to form the words to correctly convey how you were feeling or what you were thinking.
    "Fine then, I'll introduce you. I'll be your wingman." His face lit up, popping off to his feet off the floor.
   "How are you a wing man? You have no wing." You questioned, grabbing his hand as he helped you up.
    "A wingman is someone who going to stick beside you when your trying to talk to someone." He laughed, walking you over to Steve.
    "Hey Mr. Rogers." Peter said as the two of you walked up, a small look of panic crossed the man's face.
    "Peter." He greeted your new friend.
"This is y/n. I just thought I would introduce her to people, ya know. Being as she's new." Peter explained.
"He is my wingman." You beamed, wanting to impress the other man with your human terms. Peter face palmed himself, groaning slightly. Your brows knitted up with confusion, you didn't understand why he would do such a thing. Humans were such a peculiar species, they antics could amuse and confuse both at the same time.
"I think I hear Mr. Stark calling me." He announce turning and leaving his face turning a pink hue.
"I do not understand, why did he leave? I do not hear Mr. Stark." You say, watching as the kid sprinted away, you could hear Steve stifle a chuckle at your confusion.
"Y/n, I may not be caught up on all the terms kids use these days but I'm sure you aren't supposed to go up to someone and tell them that the person with you is your wingman." Steve told you grinning wildly.
"And why not?" You looked back him.
"Cause it gives away when your interested in someone." He replied.
"But I am interested in knowing all people." You tell him confused, he took a stepped towards you grasping your hands in his. Slowly you could the color start to blush up as turning a deep fuchsia.
"I mean more then as friends." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Oh." You saying finally getting the picture, Peter was your wingman to get you to talk to the handsome human, and bolted when you unintentionally embarrassed yourself. Slowly you began to turn a brighter shade of magenta as embarrassment began the creep up on you.
"You're cute, you know that?" He questioned, watching in fascination as the your skin changed colors before him.
"On jabo, where I am from, when you become interested in someone you just tell them." You look down, trying not to stutter, your feeling being exposed. The truth as to why Peter had brought you over was known as soon as you opened your mouth, the customs on this planet were confusing.
"Okay, well how about this. I like you and would like to take you out on a date." He explained, lifting you chin so your eyes met his. You smiled wide and him, the magenta slowly started to dull from you, your skin turning a stunning shade of lavender.
"A date?" You questioned, feeling slightly breathless.
"Yes, it's where I get to take you out for dinner and we go done something fun, like a movie or go to a park."
"I think I would very much like that. Then yes, we will go on a date." You beamed.