Roswell (S. Rogers & B. Barnes)

10.

Roswell worries her hands as she stars into her wardrobe, dates, she's never been on a real date before, how is she supposed to know what to wear? Something simple, and still her. She nods a little and then reaches into the wardrobe.

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Steve worries the sleeve button on his shirt, his finger fumbling a little, why is he so nervous? He's been on dates before, he knows how to do this. Bucky slaps at his hands and takes over smirking away.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous" Steve admits as Bucky does up the buttons.

"Because you actually like this one" Bucky offers. "Because it's Roswell" Steve nods. "What's the plan?" Bucky asks.

"The Conservatory Garden" Steve answers. "And then a picnic lunch by the Untermyer Fountain" Bucky nods.

"Well she loves plants" Bucky states. "Sounds good" Steve goes to adjust his sleeves again, Bucky stops him. "You'll be fine" Bucky assures him. "For what it's worth, I think she likes you too" Bucky tells Steve.

"You think so?" Steve asks, Bucky nods, ignoring the jealousy coursing through him, Steve got there first, and Bucky is a good enough friend to step aside.

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Steve sets the picnic foods, the salad, the fruit, the bottle of sparkling water, the chips all into the cooler bag on the bench. He then checks his watch, again, for the fourth time in the last ten minutes, he checks the bag, makes sure everything is there, again, takes them all out to double check and repacks the bag. He's being ridiculous. Roswell obviously must already like him to agree to this date to begin with.

"It's worrying if you're nervous" Roswell states behind him, Steve turns to her and opens his mouth to respond but has to stop upon seeing her. She's wearing a thigh length, fitted grey black dress, with a brown leather jacket over the top, matched with some heeled sandals and a shoulder bag. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Steve?" she asks softly, he clears his throat as he starts to blush, his hand raising up to rub the back of his neck.

"Sorry" he answers. " I didn't mean to stare" she chuckles a little and moves closer setting her bag on the side.

"I don't mind" she admits. "It means I did something right with my outfit" he smiles.

"You look....well you look beautiful" he admits, she smiles wider and climbs onto the stool.

"Thank you" she steals a strawberry from the punnet in front of her.

"No" Steve scolds before she can eat it. "That's for lunch" he takes it back from her.

"You made a picnic?" she asks beaming at him, she didn't think men did this any more. She didn't think men still wanted to go all out for dates. Given that her brother's aren't exactly the best role models when it came to dating.

"I thought you'd like it" Steve answers. "You don't like it?" he starts to look utterly dejected by the thought and she takes his hand and smiles.

"It's perfect" she assures him, he smiles back and leans over the counter.

"May I?" he asks quietly, she leans up slightly and smiles.

"May you what?" she asks back, he smirks a little.

"May I kiss you?" he counter asks her.

"At the beginning of the date?" she asks teasingly, pretending to think about. "Okay, but only because I like you" she answers, he smiles and kisses her, soft, so very soft, Captain America has soft lips, and warm, he's warm, she's not sure if that's his nerves or if he is always warm, he reaches across and gently cups her neck as he continues to kiss her. She honestly thought it was going to be a quick cheeky kiss, and to be fair, this is soft, light, but still intimate. He pulls back and smiles at her. She is flush and smiling back.