You and Steve had been temporarily partnered for a top-secret Avengers mission, seeing as your former partner, Thor, had abruptly gone to visit his home of Asgard.
The two of you had just returned from an exhausting day of combat, practically dragging your bodies through the hotel room door. Steve plopped himself onto a nearby chair and placed his head into his hands.
You immediately removed the sweaty pullover from your body and threw it aside without much regard.
"There's a chance you might be in the wrong business."
You narrowed your eyes at Steve and his growing, boyish smile.
"What is that supposed to mean, Rogers?"
"Exactly what you think it means."
"Oh yeah?" You peeled off the tank top that was practically sticking to your dewy skin and threw it directly at Steve's face. "Lick it up, baby!"