5.) is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
6.) wow, I can't believe I said that out loud. I'm.. im gonna go die of embarrassment.
M-a-t-91
Missions, most the time they were cut and dry. Go in, fight the enemy, do what needed to be done. Whether it was saving people, bring down bad people, and then go home, covered in new bruises and cuts. Tonight was different, there would be no iron suits, or spangly uniforms. Tonight, you had to dress up to gain entry so you bring down a computer system.
Your heels echoed the hall of high end hotel, just the part you had to play. While you would rather be dressed in your normal attire tonight you were dressed to kill. You had to exude wealth, poshness, as you walked down the hall to the elevator. You held your head high, hair pinned up to precision, sultry makeup to go with sexy tight black dress you were wearing.
As the elevator descended you put the com unit in your ear, tapping on it to make sure it was in and on.
"It's not a mic." Sam stated in your ear his words dripping the sarcasm.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just want to make sure you dingus's were awake." You retorted, exiting the elevator cab as the doors rolled open.
You walked out to the ballroom that was attached to the hotel you were staying in. People milling about, men dressed in black suit, women looking beautiful in their gowns. The over head lights were dimmed down, candle holders on every table lit. It was elegant, black sleek tables, champagne on every plater, silver plates. Everything was perfect and beautiful, your nerves were on high alert as you walked over to the bar and ordered your drink.
"Come on, y/n, you look stiff and out of place." Natasha chuckled in your ear. This was normally her job, being all sexy, however she broke her leg and couldn't exactly pull off the look that made men weak at the knees.
"I am out place." You hissed, covering your face with your hand as you pretended to fix a loose strand of hair.
"Well don't act like it at least!" She snapped back.
You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes, taking the glass full of amber liquid. You turned to survey the packed room, slowly swirling your drink with tiny black straw that was placed in it. You took a deep breath, tryin to decide the best course of action. You knew the man that had the files you needed was supposed to be here, and you also knew that he always had that thumb drive on him.
Finding him was the key, Lucas Doutry, a plump old bastard with a shock of white hair. He was wealthy, like Tony Stark wealthy, and just like your Avenger companion like to host regular parties. Where as Tony's parties were always filled loud music and the air was jovial, this was very tense, and houty touty. God you hated this.
"See 'im yet?" Bucky's Brooklyn draw came through your ear.
"No." You whispered, taking another sip from your drink trying not to look so obvious.
"Please tell me you are casually glancing around, not standing next to the bar doing a sweep." Natasha asked, annoyance in her voice. When you didn't respond right away you heard her let out exasperated sigh. "Alright, we're sending in back up."
"Guys I don't need back up." You growled slowly pulling yourself away from the bar.
You walked the line of the wall, keeping your eyes trained on the crowd. You could feel you frustration starting to bubble up, the room was beginning to get warm. You distracted yourself with another sip and almost choked.
Steve slowly made his way through the sea of people, his crystal blue eyes staring straight at you. His hair was combed back, and his beard neatly trimmed. The suit he wore looked like it was tailored just for him. You could feel your face flush up, as he smiled at you.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked, sticking his elbow out, you could feel your heart hammering in your chest.
"Uh, sure?" You responded, feeling slightly awkward.
"Smooth, y/n." Sam laughed in your ear, as you took Steve's arm and followed him out to the dance floor.
Steve pulled you close to him, his eyes locked onto yours. His slid an arm around your waist, his hand gently resting on the small of your back. Your eyes dropped down as you could feel heat rushing to your face. Sure you had been this close to the Captain but only in training fights, not dancing with him. This was not going to help the small crush you had on him.
"You look nice." He said, slowly you lifted your gaze back to him.
"No, she looks sexy as hell." Natasha chuckled darkly. "have you seen the plunging neck line on that dress?"
Steve's gaze dropped for a brief second and you could feel your face flush up even more. You made a mental note to smack that red head next chance you got. The tempo of the music change, and Steve spun you to face away from him. He pulled you gently back to him, his hips moving with yours.
"Do you see our target?" He asked, looking down at your shoulder, acting entranced by being so close to you. This gave you an opportunity to look around the room with out looking like a sore thumb.
"No." You breathed, Steve's hands resting on your hips as you continued with your movements before he spun you back to face him. He pulled you flush up against his body this time, faces inches from each other.
"Is that a gun in pocket or are you just really happy to see me?" You whispered feeling a bolder, a slow smirk pulling at the corner of you mouth. Steve grinned down at you, his eyes flicked to your lips for a moment before traveling back up your face.
"Woah!! What is going on in there?" Sam called out over the com.
"About damn time." Bucky laughed, you could feel the warmness crawl back up your face as your eyes went wide.
"Wow, I can't believe I said that out loud! I'm.. I'm going to go die of embarrassment." You stated as Steve bit his bottom lip throughly amused at your plight.
"It could be worse." Steve said softly, holding you close as you both continued to sway to the music.
"I just opened my mouth and stuck my foot in it and the team heard." You retorted.
"You could of said it to Bucky." Steve shot back.
"Dude, low blow!" Bucky snarked.
"You're right, that's much worse." You chuckled, Steve cupped your cheek with his hand and gently rubbed his thumb over your lips.
"Alright love birds, we're pulling you out, the guys a no show. Tony just confirmed." Natasha chuckled.
Steve pulled the com unit out of your ear as he did the same to himself before pulling you into him one last time. He leaned down and kissed you, before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the dance floor.
"Wanna go get a bite?"
