So, for those of you who don't know-this is a collection of drabble prompts that I do for my character Corinne in Deterrence. Since there's no official in romance in that story/I can't decide on the pairing, I compromise by having romance-y stuff separate on a tumblr. Thought I'd post it here now for easier access.
Steve, "Look, man, if you're going to ask her, ask her"
"Look, man, if you're going to ask her, just ask her." Sam Wilson said to Steve, who was currently distracted by said her.
"I'm not-" The super soldier stopped at his friend's glare.
Sam leaned forward on the island counter and whispered conspiratorially. "I've seen the way you look at her. You've got it bad, Rogers."
"Corinne's my friend, and she's great. I'm fine with not ruining this." Steve replied firmly.
"If you say so."
The next time they were on a mission, they were fighting off some sludgy aliens in the icy mountains of Alaska. They weren't nearly as dangerous as the Chitauri, but they multiplied quickly. Shield agents weren't enough for these extraterrestrials, so the Avengers got stuck with the end of the stick. Luckily, getting rid of them only consisted of pushing them to a certain area to be sprayed with a melting powder. It was messy, tedious, and Steve was beyond relieved when they finished.
Overlooking the landscape some distance up the mountain, Captain America double checked for any last stragglers. As slimy and sweaty he felt, a surge of satisfaction rose within him. No casualties and an almost perfectly smooth mission was enough to make him ignore the alien residue.
"How's the view, Captain?" Corinne said as she floated up to him. She stepped off her shield, and stood beside him.
"Not bad."He shrugged. "Bit…cold for my taste." Steve grinned at his own joke.
She grinned back. "Maybe our next mission will be somewhere warmer, like-"
Steve's heart stopped as Corinne was fell backwards from the ledge.
He briefly registered the crumbling of the ice and her heart wrenching shout of panic. His hands reached out to grasp her hands, pulling her back with all his strength. Something dragged her down still, and Steve tightened his grip. A few moments later, he managed to bring her back to safety. The culprit, an alien that had been lingering on the slope of the mountain, was quickly sprayed with the small canister they were each provided with.
They both breathed heavily. Steve had moved them both as far from the ledge as possible, arms securely circling her form. His heartbeat wouldn't slow down and his mouth felt dry.
"That was a close one." Corinne laughed shakily, but frowned as Steve's arms tightly pressed her against his solid chest. Almost like shielding her from everything else. "Steve?"
Her friend was staring blankly forwards. In his mind, flashes of old faces appeared.
Peggy.
Bucky.
God, Bucky. With their current, snowy environment and her near fall, it was almost a repeat of his friend's death. If he hadn't been fast enough, if his hand hadn't grabbed her, Corinne too could have-
"Steve." Hands gently touched his face. "Hey, I'm here."
His blue eyes focused on hers, taking in her breathing and living self desperately. He brushed away a stray tendril of hair.
"I would have made a shield net or something to break my fall. Everything is okay." She gave him a soft smile. "Thanks."
"Corinne, I-" His voice sounded hoarse.
He could have lost her. She would be dead, limp, eternally cold like the rest of the land. He could see her just lying there, never smiling like she was now. What was he doing wasting his time? This could very well happen again.
His jaw clenched, and he gazed at her intensely. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"
Some distance behind them, money exchanged hands between the Avengers.