This is an idea that I am toying with but I am not sure weather or not I should continue. I can not really tell you why I don't want to continue without ruining any other chapters that I will be adding :/ Let's just say that I feel like a terrible person for thinking of this. This is a tragedy. Also, this is the first romance that I have done. Ever. In my entire life. As always, feel free to review.

Disclaimer: I do not own the avengers blah blah...I am not making any $ off of this...more blah...legal...blah.

Steve walked into his apartment, no, he strutted into his apartment. He held his chin high and puffed his chest out. He closed the door behind him and he collapsed onto the couch. He didn't remember dates being so exciting, granted, he has been out of the love game for a while, or forever, whichever.

Earlier that evening, Kathleen met Steve at an indian restaurant a few blocks from Steve's apartment building. Now that Steve knew what fondue was, he thought he would give it a try, he was right about it being romantic...for dinner. Steve got there a little earlier than most would deem reasonable, only an hour before their reservation. He rehearsed what he was going to say to Kathleen when he saw her walk up, Oh, hey, great timing, I just got here. You look beautiful. Too creepy. It sounds like a bad cop movie "I've been expecting you". Good evening miss Moore. Too medieval... and Dracula. Hello, lovely weather we are having tonight, isn't it? Who am I, the weather man? No, I am Captain America. Hi, I wear tights on a regular basis, want to 'fondue'? Why don't I just shoot myself in the foot before it ends up in my mouth!

Kathleen appeared around the corner, her petite figure was framed by the street lights. She had dolled herself up, her hair dark brown hair was curled out of her face and she was even wearing her grandmother's pearls. Suddenly, all coherent thoughts that had been in Steve's head disappeared. He absent mindedly tugged at the edges of his jacket, straightening out any piece of clothing that could have possibly acquired a wrinkle since he pressed his clothes that afternoon. He didn't realize that she was already beside him and he had yet to make an introduction. Who was he again? Capsicle, Captain, STEVE! His name was Steve, right, what was going on again?

Steve managed to choke out a "Wow".

"I hope I am not overdressed!"

"No!" he stammered, "You look perfect!"

Kathy blushed. She was not used to flattery since she worked in the Navy.

"Wow, I must look like an idiot." Steve ran his hand through his hair.

Kathy laughed at the new mess of tangles that materialized on the Captain's head. She reached out and smoothed down his blonde hair.

"Thanks"

"You're welcome." A man on his phone shuffled by, bumping into Steve and pressing him against Kathleen. "Uh... we should go inside." Steve wanted to hurry inside to disguise the flush of color rushing to his face.

Kathleen pressed closer to Steve's side as they made their way inside, she could feel him squirm under his jacket, but he didn't pull away.

The dim lights of the restaurant made it easier for Steve to steal glances at the beautiful woman in front of him. As she read over the menu, he watched her lips silently sound out words, when she caught him staring. Steve coughed, nearly knocking over his water glass.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah! Perfect, fine, great, never better..." Steve managed, trailing off.

The rest of the evening was filled with small talk, Steve told a few stories of what it was like growing up in 1940's NYC, Kathy added stories of growing up in what was now one of the largest cities in America.

"I have not always lived in New York. I am originally from Iowa. I was an only child that belonged to two workaholics. We moved with the jobs that my parents got and eventually ended up in NYC when I was six."

Steve smiled at his plate, "I have never been out of New York...until recently." Well not so recently he supposed, recently in 1942. He coughed to prevent giving any information away that he would later regret: He was a soldier first after all.

A few drinks and a couple of laughs later, Steve decided that it was time to return Kathy to her home before things got places they wouldn't go if she wasn't drunk off her ass.

Steve half carried her to her apartment and he walked her inside, he got her a glass of water and an aspirin and left them on her night stand before tucking her into bed and retreating to his own apartment.

Steve started as he came out of another nightmare: This one had been about Peggy. Nearly every night since he had first met Kathy, Steve had dreamed of the last conversation he had had with Peggy. The plane was diving into the water, "A week from today, 8 o'clock sharp. Don't you dare be late." The plane crashed into the ice. Everything went black. He was in a hospital. The same dream over and over, tormenting his every thought, until now. Kathy had been a welcome change in this new world; she provided something that he had not experienced in a very long time: Joy

Please review if you want the story to continue, otherwise I am pulling the plug.