Love Will Protect Us *Captain America Love Story*

Chapter 11: "If I was jealous, I would be kissing you."

Over the course of the next few days, Tony and Clint had kept an especially watchful eye on me. It was rather annoying, but them making sure I got food in my system for once and a somewhat decent night's sleep did make me feel less... detached. I had sworn the two of them to secrecy about my situation. The last thing I needed was Nat, Bruce, or even Steve worrying about me. It's annoying how they think I need to be watched over like some damn baby, but in all retrospect, I guess I did worry Tony and Clint a bit.

But today, I couldn't afford to distract myself with the drama from earlier this week. Right now, I had to focus on our mission at hand. Someone in this room had Chitauri weapons, and we had to figure out who before someone did something reckless and people would be hurt.

My eyes wandered around the extravagant room, rich people who knew how to perfectly throw away money as if it was useless drank from what looked like champagne flutes carved from diamonds. Just as I was about to grab some for myself, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Whipping around, I realize it's just Steve as he holds out his hand, "Care to dance?"

"Any particular reason, Rogers?" I give him a teasing smile. 

"We're supposed to be acting like a couple, remember? Couples dance with each other."

Well fuck. I didn't think I was going to actually dance with him, then again, what the hell was I on to think that Steve and I wouldn't have to dance as a 'couple'? I smile, "Alright then. Why not?"

He puts one hand on my waist, taking my right hand in his other. We swayed in our spot as I glanced around the room for anyone who seemed suspicious. After Loki, I wasn't about to let more bad guys slip through my fingers. I can't afford to lose anyone else. I think Steve may have noticed my troubled look, because he tapped my shoulder, giving me a rueful smile, "I was right, you know?"

I stared at him, confused. "About what?" Was he saying something and I had just not been paying attention? Was something going on and I missed it in my state of panic? "Steve, what is it? Is something wrong?" I could feel the urgency in my voice giving away any mask of calm I may have had on my face.

He shakes his head lightly, his eyes sparkling with glints of something I wasn't sure of. "I was right," he said again, "you do look beautiful in anything."

"Damn Rogers, way to take away from the point of this mission," I scoff. "And anyways, flattery isn't going to make me, or anyone, fall in love with you if that's what you think." I wasn't going to admit it to anyone anytime soon, but his comment made me feel more energetic, happier. I just couldn't allow myself to think anything further of it right now, though. I had a mission, and nothing can distract me from completing one.

"Well, there goes my chances with..." he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. His eyes wander down to my lips, and I can't help but stare at his. "With...um..." his eyes snap towards mine as his hand lightly brushes my cheek.

"With who, Rogers? Don't tell me you've actually fallen in love with someone already. You've only been here for a couple of months," I tease him playfully. I look down again, noticing our lips are becoming dangerously close, too much for my liking. And even yet, I still couldn't let myself break the moment. My heart beat heavily under my dress, the only thing I could hear was his voice.

He raised an eyebrow, "maybe. Why? You jealous?"

I laugh, "if I was jealous, I would be kissing you instead of just dancing here." 

"Then why haven't you yet?" A small, triumphant smile spreads across his face. He leads me into an effortless spin before he brings me in closer to him. How is he this smooth for someone who's been asleep for 70 years?