Authors Note: I do not own anything from Marvel. The only thing I own is my OC.
Captain America Pov
"When's our next mission?" I asked eagerly. We had just gotten back from one, but as I solider I was ready. The team gave me a look, especially Natasha. "Go out, have some," Tony told me, "I have a couple of dates tonight myself." Ever since Pepper has left him Tony has been a little too Party Boy. We needed to be focused, ready to fight the good fight. I responded, "I think it's best if I-" "That's it, Your coming with me Rodgers," Natasha said as she cut me off. I was about to argue, but then I saw the look she gave me. So I just said, "Ok," and went to change to some casual clothes. I could feel Bucky glaring at me as I left.
Natasha took me to a club downtown in the city. She was wearing a tight red dress with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, not that I was looking. "I'm not into this whole party," I told. Natasha laughed, "Steve go flirt with some girls cause I have my own thing to do," she then deserted me. I felt out of place. Their was the dance floor, but people just seemed to be grinding up on each other. Suddenly a saw a six foot something blonde coming my way. Her face was caked with makeup and her dress - well really wasn't enough material to call a dress. I had to think of something quickly, so I darted to the bar and acted like I was with a girl who was sitting alone.
"I'm sorry that seats taken," the girl at the bar said to me. "Oh I'm sorry," I said sheepishly. She just laughed, "I'm kidding, feel free to sit." She had straight brown hair and stunning green eyes, she was beautiful. "Do you have a name?" I asked her. "That depends, do you?" She questioned. I laughed, "Steve Rodgers." She turned to face me and I felt like her eyes were staring through my soul. "Saraphina Swanepoel, but you can call me Sara."
I bought her a couple drinks and we talked about simple things like new movies and music. Well actually she talked, I was still a bit lost when it came to things like that. Soon it escalated to kissing, but we were in public, and I felt uncomfortable. "My place or yours?" She asked. The question caught me off guard but taking myself by surprise I say, "Yours." "I'll drive us," Saraphina tells me.
On the way out I see Natasha and give her a look telling her that I won't be needing her to take me home. Sara leads me to a motorcycle, which also surprises me. "What, girls can't ride motorcycles?" She asks giving me a look. "No, no it's...its-" I stumble through. She just laughs and tells me to hop on, I do. Her place was the average NYC apartment, small but still nice. "Why do I feel like I know your face?" Sara asked me. "You know...I just have one of those faces." I answer probably a little to slowly. After a few more glasses of wine we start to get a little tipsy. "Your accent, Where are you from?" I ask her. Her voice was fluid and enchanting. "I'm from South Africa, until I moved here." She responded. "What do you do for a living?" I said gulping down some more wine. "Oh," she started diverting her eyes, "Just this and that." She then kissed me, leading me to the bedroom, and I followed. And that was my how my first time going to a bar went, pretty good if you ask me.
Authors Note: To be continued! I highly suggest if you've never heard a South African accent to go look it up on YouTube and hear it, so beautiful!