1.) Can I bother you with something?- You generally do but what's up?
4.) I need to.. go.. iron my cat.
25.) did I ever tell you that you make the moonlight beautiful?
Steve kat
You had been sitting staring at the computer screen for six hours, sure when you sat down you had grand plans to pump out chapter after chapter of the story you had been writing. First though you had to check your email, and then you had check Facebook in case mom was trying to get ahold of you, or Becky from accounting. Then Instagram cause you had posted a photo of you and your bestie sunning yourselves on the beach, not that you were anything on Instagram but it was amazing shot. After that it was Pinterest to check on some prompt ideas, cause those were also a great resources when getting the creative juices flowing.
Then you noticed you had a notification on reddit, not that it was from anything you posted, no just one of the sub-Reddit's that you frequented. You checked Twitter just for shits and giggles, you knew what you doing though, stalling. You wanted to write, you really did but you also wanted to do everything but write as well. And here you were six hour and fifteen minutes later, you had to check your text messages, with seventeen sentences added to your document. You sighed with annoyance as you stared at the screen, the floor creaked slightly behind.
"I swear God Peter if that's you." You stated out loud, even though the interruption would be fine.
"No, it's me, Steve." The Caps smooth voice called out making you feel slightly mushy inside. "Can I bother you with something?"
"You generally do but what's up?" You asked, swiveling the rolly chair around to face him. He rolled his eyes at your remark as he fully entered the room, god that body frame took up most of your room.
"Did I ever tell you that you make the moonlight look beautiful?" He stated, making your heart beat a million miles per hour, it caught you off guard. Sure, you had always fantasized about Steve but you were just you, no one special, nothing extraordinary about you. And yet here he was saying that, while your heart did double time your brain raced even faster.
How should you respond to something like that, do you say thanks and move on? Do you say I know and risk sounding conceded? Or do you tell him that you didn't think he felt that way, minutes were ticking and it would be even more awkward if you didn't say a thing so you said the first thing that came to your mouth.
"What?" You almost stammered, pretty sure your eyes were bugging out of your skull.
"It's what you wrote on the computer. Sorry, I happened to look over your shoulder and it caught my attention, didn't peg you as a romantic type." Steve stated, you felt your cheeks flush and all your hopes come crashing down around you. Over course he wouldn't say something that to you, why would he. You should of recognized that line.
"I'm not, but my bestie challenged me to writing something sappy and to use that line specifically. Well she didn't exactly say sappy but the the lines she gave me were pretty 'romantic'." You replied turning slightly and hitting save on the document before closing it. "What did you want though?"
"Oh, I have an banquet that I more or less have to attend to it is one for the commemoration of some of the guys that was part of Howling Commandos and I needed a plus one." He explained. "I was wondering if you like to join me?"
"Me? I'm sure Sharon would be much better candidate then me." You replied, looking down at your hands in your lap.
"Sharon?" He asked back like he hadn't even thought about her.
"Yes, Sharon, she would have a better understanding of the lingo and she is way more social then me." You sighed before muttering, "and prettier."
"Did you just say prettier?" Steve ask walking closer to you.
"Uh, no." You responded quickly, hoping to hell he didn't catch it.
"Then what did you just say?" He asked, the corner of his mouth pulling back with his eye brow raised. It hadn't gone unnoticed that you weren't making eye contact with him.
"I said, I have to.. go... iron my cat?" You finally managed to reply, it was the best you could come up with while being put in hot seat.
"Iron your cat?" He chuckled.
"Yes?" Yeah, there was no bull shitting your way out of this one. Nope, not a change.
"Yeah, you know I'm go to call you out on that?" Steve chuckled again as he leaned again the desk next you. "For one, people don't iron cats."
"Maybe not in the 1940's but it's totally the rage these day." You added, biting your bottom lip while looking at the floor.
"Uh huh, and two, you don't have a cat." Steve added, crossing his arms. You could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye. Heart pounding, you were surprised that he didn't add that into his list.
"Cat is the new slang for... coat?" You should of just given up, maybe just admitted what you had said but that stubborn voice in the back of your head was determined not to give up so easily.
"And three, that didn't even sound close to what you muttered. Super soldier? Remember? I have a lot better hearing then your average man."
"Fine, that's what I said." You stated, standing up quickly almost knocking over the computer chair in the process. You spun to face him, soft blue eyes staring back at you, the corner of his mouth still pull back in a coy smile. "Sharon is prettier, or why not Captain Marvel not only would she understand everything they were talking about, but the two of you have way more in common, she is really pretty and she isn't socially awkward like myself! Or Wanda, or Natasha, why would you ask em?!"
Steve looked down and nodded, a full smile on his face. He pushed himself off the desk and stood to his full height, his eyes met yours again, making your heart flutter. He took a step toward you bridging the gap.
"I asked you, because I like you. Your funny, smart, usually quick witted, and you are way more beautiful then you give yourself credit for." Steve explained grabbing your hand. "So would you come with me?"
"Uh..." You just stared at him dumbfoundedly for a moment before your brain kicked back on from the sudden Steve overload. "Yes."
"I'll pick you up at seven." He told you before bring your hand to his lips.
