Disclaimer: I don't own anything Avenger related, only my unrelated, scattered thoughts and randomly placed characters.
Never having experienced love first hand, she hadn't the faintest idea of how she found herself in this situation. In fact, this wasn't even on the list of things to expect.
It had started off soft and sweet, and quickly picked up with intensity. Kissing. She was kissing someone. A man, Captain America. With that thought her eyes flew open. She was kissing Captain America.
Captain. Friggen. America.
Reluctantly, she lightly pushed against his well sculpted chest. She backed away from him with her hands over her mouth, covering her flaming face and quickly fled the room, panic in her eyes.
Shoulders tense and standing stock still, Steve let out a long sigh and ran his long fingers through his hair. "Did I do something wrong?" he wondered out loud.
Tony, who had sat back unnoticed by either party, gave him an incredulous look. "You still don't know shit about women, do you?"
Hi there! So I've always read fanfics on this site since a loooong time ago but have recently decided on a whim to write my own so... here goes nothing ;)) Please help an aspiring writer out and leave me some constructive criticism.. or praise.. praise works too. :P
