"Tony, I can't drink." Steve told the rich playboy genius, while sitting next to him.
"Aw come on! it's just one drink!" Tony smirked, as he was surrounded by a few girls and soon enough he ordered a drink for him and Steve.
Steve barely touched his drink, he remained quiet and distant and immediately Tony noticed something was wrong.
"Earth to Steve, earth to Steve, are you there Steve?" Tony waved his hand in front of the blonde's face, while he remained silent.
Tony wasn't gonna give up just yet, so he slapped Steve on his back a few times only to get glared at by the soldier. Tony only chuckled at the blonde's glare, and smirked.
"Ya know, capicle you could have a little fun. Like actually flirting with some of these chicks, it always makes you happy." Tony said.
"Tony, flirting with chicks is what makes you happy." Steve replied in a annoyed tone, just staring at his drink. "Besides, I'm waiting for the perfect girl, and I'm not the type to be with just about anyone."
Tony snickered, and crossed his arms trying to be all serious.
"That's what you didn't say to Peggy-"
"Tony, she's quite old, no offense to her, if I hadn't been frozen for over seventy years, and if we were both the same age, I'd marry her." Steve sighed.
"Or Sharon, or Natasha, or-" before Tony could say another word, Steve got up bitterly annoyed by the man's talking.
Steve quickly started making his way toward the exit, he had to get away from Tony. He didn't feel like being part of a conversation that revolved around his love life, especially making him remember heartbreak and loneliness. Was love even worth it now? his relationship with Peggy Carter was perfect, that was until he had sacrifised everything for his country. Then Sharon-Peggy's niece-walked into his life, and she was also perfect, just too perfect, and it'd be very awkward to date her since her aunt was still alive, so he called it off. Next was Natasha, Steve didn't know much about her, other than the fact was that she was part of the team and interested in him. They both later agreed to keep everything just friends between them. Those were the only three main relationships he can remember, other than the fact that if he was set up with just any girl they'd probably just like him for being handsome and muscular, he didn't want that type of girl. He wanted something different, something that he could cherish, though something in his mind told him it was impossible, he's encountered that special someone a few times, but they didn't work out.
He kept walking which felt like forever, and not realized it was raining. He didn't care nor show any emotion about it. He was lost in his thought, as he took another step only to hear a woman's voice.
"Joe this is far worse than ah thought!"
Steve turned his head to see a young woman around her mid-twenties, brown straight hair, green eyes that were as pretty as emeralds, and lips that were as red as red roses. He noticed she wore a flower pattern dress and cowboy boots. Which immediately told Steve that the young lady was from out of town, since most girls wouldn't go off wearing a dress with boots covered in dried old mud. She on her cell phone, and sighed. She was obviously lost.
"Ah can't find anythin' here, the cab driver took all my money, ah don't know where ah am, and ah'm scared." she quietly said into the phone, as Steve slowly walked over to her.
"Sorry Chrissy, can't help ya right now, it's getting late, call me when you figure it out." the guy on the phone answered and hung up on her.
Steve watched her expression become more frightened of the area, as she picked up her guitar case that laid near her. He couldn't believe that her friend just hung up on her, especially how scared she sounded. He knew he had to do the right thing and help her out.
"Uhh, excuse me ma'am, do you by any chance need any help?" Steve asked as he scratched the back of his head nervously.
"That'd be very nice of ya, do you by any chance know a hotel or motel ah could stay at?" Christine looked around the area, still holding her guitar case and suit case.
Steve smiled nervously, and helped the young woman. He wasn't sure why he felt so nervous around the woman, but he did what he could to help her. He took her to a nearby hotel, gave her money she needed to at least spend a week at the hotel, and helped her to her room.
"Ah can't thank you enough, sir." Christine smiled at Steve.
"My name's Steve," he told the brunette.
"Ah'm Christine Wynette," Christine answered right back at him with a small smile written on her face.
Steve didn't know how, but he somehow felt connected to Christine, he had to ask her out, even if it was just for a quick drink. He took a few breaths in and then out. He was ready to ask, but his thoughts got to him.
'What if she said no?' he blinked a few times, as sweat dripped from his forehead.
He was lost in his thoughts as he stared at nothing but the air in front of him. Which caught Christine's attention as she finished unpacking her things to make her feel at home. She walked slowly to Steve, curious of why he was so quiet and somewhat nervous looking.
"Are ya alright Steve?" she questioned him, having him get even more nervous.
"W-Well, I was curious if you'd like to go get a drink tomorrow? or grab a bite to eat?" Steve coughed out, still somewhat nervous as he felt his throat get dry quite fast.
He knew she was gonna say no, whenever he got this nervous the ladies near him would giggle and laugh about how shy he got, or they'd say no because he was too much of a wimp even if he had muscles and a pretty face. He just knew she was gonna say no. He knew it. But something made him amaze as his eyes blinked open from him shutting them after asking her out.
"Ah'd love to get a drink with you, Steve."