It was the Stark Tower Annual Christmas Party, and Alyson, being the front desk secretary, was invited. She wore a light blue dress that reminded her of snowflakes, and her hair was curled softly at the ends.
As she entered, she began to think that maybe the dress color was a bad idea. Everyone else wore colors of black, red, white, and green. Her blue dress stuck out like a sore thumb. And it didn't help that she seemed to be the only one without a date. The Avengers that Tony had invited would see her and think about what a loser she was, standing around on the side like that, watching as everyone danced around and mingled.
It was a few hors d'oeuvres and a glass of wine later that a man approached her. His stature was long and lean and he had a funny little mustache. She recognized him as a worker from floor three, his name was Gregory. "Hello, Alyson, care for a dance?"
Before she could politely decline, he had already swept her out onto the dance floor and was twirling her around, the smell of alcohol pungent on his breath. It was thoroughly unenjoyable considering he adapted the habit of stepping on her toes. She thought it would never end until there was a tap on Gregory's shoulder, and a tall, quite fit man came into sight. He asked if he could take over, and she never felt more relieved when he did.
The smile on her face lit up as he took his place firmly in front of her. "You looked like you needed a hero," he said, giving her a shy smile. Where did she recognize him fro-
"You're Captain America!" Alyson exclaimed, turning red at her sudden outburst. He probably thought she was some foolish fangirl, but his face was just as red as hers as she called him out on it.
"Uh, yeah... That would be me," he said awkwardly as he twirled her around - he was quite the dancer, not just one of those swayers - "But, you can just call me Steve."
"Right, Steve." This was all so embarrassing. Here she was, finally getting to meet an actual Avenger, and she was acting like a complete idiot.
The song then ended and Alyson excused herself hurriedly to the side where a punch bowl and some snacks were laid out for people who didn't want to chase down a waiter.
"Wait!" she heard from behind her as she poured a bit of punch into a small cup. Sitting it down on the table, Alyson turned to see Steve coming towards her once more. As he got closer he smiled, "I never got your name."
A blush rose to her cheeks as she told him. He actually wanted to know her name!
"Well, Alyson, look up," he whole demeanor was shy as he glanced up with a point. She tilted her head slightly back until she could see the green leaves and red berries of the unmistakable mistletoe. The pinkish tint of her cheeks turned even brighter as her eyes met his again.
One of his arms wrapped around Alyson's waist, pulling her in as he already began leaning down. She rose up on her toes to help the height difference and before she knew it, her lips had met in a soft embrace.
It was perfect. Everything was perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment.
Except for maybe Tony Stark himself whooping that there was an empty room down the hall.