Steve

Steve sat on the couch, nose buried in Darcy's dog-eared copy of Divergent. He was so engrossed in the book that he didn't notice when everyone gathered around the couch where he was curled up.

"Hey, Capsicle, whatcha reading?" Tony plucked the book from his hands and arched an eyebrow. "Divergent? You're reading teen fiction? Really?"

"Shut up, Stark," said Clint, whacking Tony in the head with a pillow. "I know you've read it. Hell, I've got the whole series in my room. They're fantastic. I'm totally Dauntless." Tony chuckled and high-fived the archer, who was perched on the back of a couch.

"Anyway," cut in Pepper. Steve snatched his book back while she was talking. "You guys are going out."

"I'm fine here. Not really feeling going out," commented Steve, sticking his nose back into dystopian Chicago. The lack of a certain nerdy brunette made his nose not want to leave the book, which carried a residual smell of grapefruit. He knew she wouldn't be there anyway; she worked out of the tower on Fridays.

"Too bad," said Clint, snatching the book away from Steve and marking the page with what looked like a small metal arrow clip. "You've done nothing but read for a week straight."

Steve began to protest, but Natasha cut him off, "The entire Harry Potter series in three days. The Chronicles of Narnia in two. And you've read most of Divergent in an hour. And yes, I know, pop culture, but I don't care. None of us do. You're going out."

"Yeah," agreed Jane, who was leaning against Thor. "It took Darcy longer to read those books, and you know what kind of a reader she is. We're kicking you boys out." She and Natasha pulled Steve off of the couch, and Pepper pulled Clint and Tony to the elevator, while Thor just followed them obediently. The men were all herded into the elevator, and Steve was troubled by the ease with which the women were able to get them to comply. They were superheroes, for God's sake! He opened his mouth to protest, but Pepper preempted him.

"Don't come back until midnight," she said, as Maria Hill approached, dragging Bruce by his ear.

"But I was in the middle of an experiment! C'mon, Maria, lemme go back," he pleaded as she shoved him in the elevator.

"Jarvis, down to the lobby, no stops. Happy is waiting for you boys to drive you. See you later," said Maria as the doors closed, separating them from the guys. Clint and Tony just looked at each other, identical grins spreading across their faces.

"STRIP CLUB!" they both shouted, high-fiving each other. Steve rolled his eyes at Bruce, who was rubbing at his ear and muttering about Maria and her rights to drag him out of the lab, even if his experiment had to sit for twenty-four hours, undisturbed.

"What is a strip club?" asked Thor, his voice echoing in the small space.

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Two arguments and one slightly awkward explanation later, the five superheroes found themselves at a large table not far from the curtained-off stage in the corner of the dim club. The high end gentleman's club had let the men in immediately upon seeing Tony flash a grin and hand over a hundred dollars.

"I feel ridiculous," muttered Steve as she shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was surreptitiously checking out their waitress and the other passing girls, but he didn't want Tony to know that. Their waitress was a curvy redhead, her pale skin standing out against the vibrant purple of her corset and garter belt. Her chest was threatening to spill over the top of her corset, and her hips swayed in the sheer panties that hugged her hips as she walked away. Steve pretended to be interested in his rum and coke, and he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Clint was staring unabashedly at the cleavage of a passing blonde, who, embarrassingly enough, was wearing a Captain America-themed corset, with a star necklace perched in between her breasts. Steve's pants were beginning to become a little uncomfortable.

"Why? This is a gentleman's club," said Tony. "We're gentlemen." He reclined in his seat and winked at a passing waitress. "Plus, everyone knows pin-up night is the best." Steve looked around more fully, and realized that all the girls were decked out like the pin-up girls that had graced the pages of small books hidden in the bags of most every soldier in the forties, himself included. He smirked as he remembered this one particular image of a brunette in an army uniform... damn, he wished he still had that book. His hand began to itch for a pencil as a brunette with amazing curves and a fantastic walk sashayed past. There was something familiar about the way her ass swayed as she walked, but he couldn't quite place it. Bruce, however, was choking on his scotch.

"Are you okay, Doctor Banner?" asked Thor, who had modulated his voice to be softer due to the darkened environment. Bruce nodded, and Thor patted him on the back before resuming his intense inspection of the table.

"Thor, you can look you know," commented Clint. "That's why we're here."

"But Jane-" he began.

"Shhh," said Tony, a grin on his face. "You're allowed to look. Don't touch. But look. Jane will survive it. She's been known to check out Spangles' ass from time to time, as well as the Hawk's biceps, and Brucey's brains seem to make her melt." Thor looked up at each man in turn. They all held up their hands to show that they had no interest in taking Jane from him. Thor, reassured, took a tentative look around the room and smiled. He took a sip of his beer, and grinned as a pretty blonde wiggled her fingers at him and winked.

"I think this will be fun," he said. Steve just nodded and leaned back in his chair to admire the view.

A/N- Hey lovelies :) Sorry its been so long, but I've been crazy-busy. Anyways, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I wanted to get something up. It'll probably be two chapters, and I should have the next one up maybe Friday or Saturday. Yeah, so, enjoy. I own nothing. Except for the sexy pinup women, but, since they are unnamed, I don't think it matters that much whether or not I do. :P Please R&R, lovelies! Love, Rose