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Chapter 2: Attraction

Beth POV

I walked offstage at one of my auditions for a musical.

The directors said that I had what they were looking for in terms of talent and skill, but that I didn't have any professional experience outside of my performing arts education at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. The directors told me that they would get back to me.

They could've just saved their breath and told me that they didn't need me.

I had got off of work nearly four hours ago, hailed a cab, and went straight to my audition for the role of Sandy in a production of the musical "Grease". I don't think I did as well as I should have, but I wasn't going to waste the energy it took to feel sorry for myself. Right now, all I wanted to do was go back to my apartment, take a shower, eat, and sleep.

I shoved my hand into my pocket and felt the note that Steve gave me that morning and smiled to myself.

Maybe I should call him up before I got too comfortable, he might want to continue our little question and answer game.

Steve seemed so different from all the other guys that had spoken to me when I was waiting on them. Almost all of them never made eye contact, but focused instead on my boobs, even if they were with another woman. When I took Steve's order, he made eye contact and was exceedingly polite.

My thoughts began to wander in Steve's direction and I smiled to myself as I got my mail.

He was very handsome with his muscular build, dazzling smile, perfect hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen….

I shook my head as I unlocked my apartment door.

I had just met the guy this morning, why was I suddenly turning into a boy-crazy daydreamer because a complete stranger gave me his phone number? Hell, I didn't even know if Steve was single or if he was even straight! I was wasting my time drooling over Steve Rogers when I knew that the chances of him actually feeling anything for me were slim to none.

I sighed as I leafed through my mail and listened to my voicemail messages from today.

Nothing but bills, ads, and the newspaper in my mail. Only a call from home on my voicemail.

My Aunt Penelope had called to ask if I was coming home for Uncle Fred's sixty-fifth birthday party and just to see how I was doing in general. I really missed them and wanted to visit, but I don't think I could get time off of work or afford the airplane ticket to visit.

I ate some tuna salad as I watched the evening news. The only thing that struck me as mildly interesting was the news about Stark Tower being renamed Avengers Tower at an official ribbon cutting ceremony that would be held this weekend to commemorate the official reconstruction of Midtown. Crews had worked quickly around the clock to get the businesses in the area restored and it had happened in two months, which I didn't even think was possible.

I had been saved by the Avengers during the battle, but it was Captain America who caught my eye.

He just seemed to have the right mixture of the heroic guy persona and mystery that appealed to me.

I had been told the story of Captain America when I was little and I knew how he became a hero after he was given the super soldier serum. Unlike all the other superhero books, the author didn't provide us with an alter ego and Captain America was never described aside from being tall, muscular, and having blue eyes. As a kid, I never believed in superheroes. I had only started to believe two months ago when the battle took place.

Captain America was handsome, and I knew that because one of the aliens had pulled his mask off . I only caught a quick glance and his face was still in a shadow, so I couldn't see anything other than dark blonde hair.

I shook my head. These long hours were driving me insane and I needed to get my head out of the clouds.

I turned off the news and glanced over at the note I had taken out of my pocket. I wanted to pick up my phone and call him, but I was hindered by a pang of fear.

What if it was a bad time? What if he did have a girlfriend and she answered the phone? What if he was in the shower or sleeping?

I was caring too much about Steve and I was beginning to feel something in the bottom of my gut.

It was attraction.

I pushed all those thoughts aside, figured that I had nothing to lose, and decided to give Steve a call.

Steve POV

To say that I was simply annoyed at Tony Stark would be an understatement.

Tony was, without a doubt, the rudest person I had ever met. Not only had he called me a vast array of nicknames ('Spangles', 'Ice Cube', and 'Captain Virginity' to name a few), but he had made nonstop snide remarks about the mistakes I made when using technology and left a stack of pornographic magazines in my bathroom linen closet. I started to lose my temper when he started talking about women as if they were nothing more than objects.

How Pepper could stand him was beyond me, but she seemed to have her reasons and I didn't feel the need to question her.

What sent me over the edge was Tony's most recent comment over dinner about everyone having a soul mate.

"…Steve had someone, but then he had to do time as a Capsicle and I guess she moved on."

Peggy was still a soft spot for me, even if I was getting over her, and I just snapped.

I didn't say a word but I got up and made a beeline for the gym. Maybe if I punched the sand out of a few sandbags, I would feel better.

I remembered how I felt this morning when I was talking to Beth. Just thinking about her somehow made me feel better.

She just seemed familiar to me somehow. I felt like I had seen her before…I just couldn't put my finger on it.

She wasn't at all like most women these days who thought that being nothing but bones was perfection, that showing off their bodies was attractive, and that drastically altering their features with surgery, dyeing their hair, and wearing tons of makeup was the only way to look beautiful.

She didn't have to try, she was already beautiful and she seemed to be happy with the way she was. Not only did she have enough confidence in herself to try out for Broadway shows, she was also strong enough to work to support herself. That determination was something I seemed to be attracted to.

When I got to the gym, my anger over Stark's comment was gone, leaving me instead with thoughts of Beth.

My phone began to ring, I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Steve, it's me, Beth."

"Oh hey Beth, what's up?", I asked, sitting down on a bench in the gym.

"Nothing much, I just got back from my audition."

"How do you think you did?"

"I could've done better."

I nodded, even if I knew she couldn't see me.

"Yeah, we all strive to do better at times when we know we've done our best.", I replied.

"What famous person are you quoting?", she chuckled softly.

"Well….Uh, myself.", I laughed.

"Do you want to ask me a question now?", she asked and I heard the anticipation in her voice, she wanted to continue the game as much as I did.

"Uh, sure. Did you always want to be an actress?"

"No. I wanted to be a bunch of things when I was growing up. My aunt and uncle said I could be anything I wanted to be as long as I was willing to go for it.", she replied. "Did you always want to be a soldier?"

"Yes. My father was a soldier and a great man. I wanted to be just like him so I joined the Army."

"You're lucky that you remember your parents.", she said, her voice softened and I knew that I had upset her.

"Uh, do you want to talk about it?", I asked warily, not wanting to upset her even more than I already had.

I heard her sniff from the other end of the line and heard her teary reply.

"Yeah, sure. You're the only one who seems to care about my past.", She let out a short bark of laughter, "It's funny how you, a complete stranger, cares more about me than the so-called friends I've known for almost four years. Well you asked, so I'll tell you. My parents were murdered when I was a baby."

My heart went out to Beth and I felt horrible for asking her to recall something that was so painful for her.

"Oh my gosh. I'm sorry I asked, that was awfully rude of me.", I apologized.

"Well do you want to know the really sick thing about it?", she asked rhetorically before continuing, "The man that murdered my parents was hired to kill them by my father's assistant at the law firm where he worked. Turns out that he wanted to get rid of me too so he sent his son after me to finish the job.", she said in an biting tone.

"Uh…Beth?", I asked, not sure if I should interrupt her rant or not.

"What?", she asked in a softer voice with a bit of her former tone still lingering.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just feel like this is an awfully personal and painful topic for you to talk about and that I don't know you well enough just yet. I'm sorry for asking."

"No…It's fine. I just…I got a bit carried away… I'm sorry…"

"No. You shouldn't have to apologize…Uhhhh…", I tried to change the topic and blurted out, "Will I see you tomorrow at the café?"

"Yeah. Steve?"

"Yes?"

"You look familiar…Have we met before?"

"I don't know, I don't think so…", I racked my brain and then it hit me like a freight train.

She was that waitress from the bank that all those civilians were being trapped in by the Chitauri during the battle.

She was the one from the news saying that she had been saved by Captain America and wanted to thank him.

What would happen to me if she figured out who I was, that Captain America was me?

What would happen to her?

She would have to stay quiet about it if she found out and SHIELD would make sure she stayed silent in any way they could.

This was bad.

I didn't want to ruin what we had.

I shook my head.

We had just met, there was no way we had something. She probably didn't like me anyway.

"No, I don't believe we've met before.", I answered.

"Oh, okay.", she said, a note of disappointment in her voice.

"Well, I'm pretty tired Steve, so I'm going to have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow?"

I rubbed the back of my neck and said,

"Yeah. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Steve."

"Goodnight Beth."

I ended the call and put my phone in my pocket.

I rubbed my forehead.

These feelings were swirling around within me and I didn't know what to think.

I came to one simple conclusion.

I was attracted to Beth.