You were at another one of Tony's parties, and it was getting late. You could tell Steve was getting restless and wanted to get out. You felt the same way. Though Tony's parties were fun, sometimes it felt stifling. You knew it must be much worse for Steve, with his PTSD and everything. You glanced at him from across the room, smiling gently, reassuring him you would leave soon. He seemed to relax a bit after that. You sighed in relief, turning back around, only to bump into a strong, tall figure. You were about to apologize when you looked up at the man. "My apologies, I should really be more careful," he smirked casually, taking your hand and pecking in gently. You got a little breathless at first at his handsome appearance, but got over it in a flash. "Don't be," you said dryly. He flashed a smile that looked like it was supposed to charm most women. Most. But you were not most women, we're you? "I was just getting a drink," you said blandly, hoping he'd take the hint. He didn't. "I'm Alan Cardley," he said. "What are you having? I —" "An unwanted conversation," you snapped quickly, heading towards the bar, attempting to brush past him. Stark had rubbed off on you, as much as you hated to admit it. He followed you and stepped in front of you. "No, I meant to drink. I could buy for you," he chuckled. You stated at him, exasperated. Was he stupid or something? "I'm good, I actually have to step outside, it's getting hot," you said, walking the other way. He caught up to you. "Allow me to escort you?" He asked. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Steve tense up and rise, aware of his presence. You winced. "Look, dude, I don't want a date —" you stopped mid sentence at the comfortable, familiar feeling of Steve behind you. You leaned back against him, surprising both men. You took Steve's hand and intertwined your fingers together, glancing up at him, smiling. "You see, I'm taken," you said with a tiny amount of sass and just enough menacing sweetness. Steve understood and stared at Alan, lips twitching at just how awesome his girlfriend could be. To think he could ever doubt your loyalty to him. Alan cowered under your hard glare and left immediately. When he was gone, Steve spun you around and wrapped an arm around your waist. You grinned at him slyly, cheeks aglow. "Wanna get out of here, Rodgers?" you asked softly. "Absolutely," he breathed, kissing you slowly once you stepped outside.
