Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold *Avengers* Daredevil*

8) The date

NOTE!!!

So, your reaction made me add an extra chapter, sort of. It's about the date. Originally, the date went a bit differently than in this chapter from a certain moment; what follows the bold sentence of this chapter is what I wrote only to satisfy some of your wishes. Until 'Your heart positively stopped the moment it happened and it felt like eternity before it kicked back in' it's compliant with my original thought that continues in next chapters (The secret pt.1 and 2). You can read whatever you want. Hint: in both versions, someone ends up at least a bit unhappy.

For better orientation:
The truth -> The date (if you finish the whole chapter, that's one end of the fic)
                    -> The date, until the bold sentence (and then The secret pt.1 and 2, or you can go straight to those)

If it's too messy, just ask me, I'll try to explain again :D

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"I honestly don't know why I'm freaking out about my outfit. He won't even be able to see it! Why am I freaking out, Tasha?" you asked her on a verge of desperation, smoothening your dress for the millionth time.

As you got to the hem of the dress, all you wanted to do was to pull it over your head and change. Again. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, honestly considering it.

Natasha, standing behind you, put her hands on your shoulders to keep you on place and raised her eyebrow.

"Hey. You have every right to be nervous. How long has it been since your last date?" she asked gently, surprisingly so for a super-spy.

You bit your lip guiltily – of course, she found the root of the trouble. It had been too freaking long. The fact you were going out with Matt – an amazing human being – was not helping to sooth your nerves either.

"Almost two years."

"Well. I think you're entitled. But you're gonna be fine," she reassured you and you caught her honest gaze in the mirror. She squeezed your shoulders. "That guy? He fell hard – I hope you figured that out already. Just be yourself and you'll be fine."

You took a deep breath. "Thanks, Tasha. I really should go or I'll be late. The taxi might even be here already."

You picked up your coat, leaving the dresses you didn't even want to count – Natasha had supplied you with too many of hers and still, you took the only dress you owned yourself – and grabbed your purse on the way.

You were insanely grateful to Natasha for her help – yet, your heart was fluttering nervously and ached a little. You wished Steve was here too, but you understood this was more of a ladies thing. You were sure he wished you the best for your date even if you hadn't heard him say it.

You opened the door only to meet with Steve's surprised face. His eyes measured you from head to toe and you fought the urge to hide – god knew why. That was until his gaze returned to your face and smile appeared on his lips.

"You look beautiful, Snowflake," he whispered, checking you out shamelessly once more. "He's a lucky guy."

You bit your lip, feeling the rush of heat colouring your cheeks. You lowered your gaze, examining your shoes; they had heels, you were about to kill yourself in them, why were you wearing them again...?

Steve chuckled at your reaction. You couldn't help but feel like there was something foreign in that supposedly happy sound, something you couldn't decode.

A hand appeared under your chin, fingers tucking a strand of your hair that fell in your face behind your ear. He kissed you forehead lovingly and you inhaled deeply, trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart. You knew he was trying to help, but it didn't really work.