Regina took a deep breath as she place the last bobby pin in her hair. She had managed to make it appear as if she was wearing a braid as a headband while keeping the rest of her hair down in soft curls. She picked up her wine lip stain and gently applied it so her lips still looked similar to their natural shade. She straightened the white Peter Pan collar on her dress as she stood and made sure the skirt hadn't hiked up at all. She grabbed her wristlet and slipped her black pumps on just as the doorbell rang.

She headed to the door casually. Kevin and Mindy saw her from the couch. They both let out a low whistle.

"You look adorable," Mindy gushed.

"Damn, ma," Kevin said. "Steve's a lucky man tonight."

"You know, Kev, I think that's the first time you've ever acknowledged me as a woman. Thank you," Regina teased. She shot them a wink as she opened the door to see Steve standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey," Steve said as he smiled.

"Hey you," Regina greeted.

"Wow," Steve thought out loud. Regina giggled. "I'm sorry. You- you look beautiful."

"You're not lookin' too bad yourself," Regina said with a smirk. Steve laughed and his nervous grin turned into a bright smile. "Where are you taking me, handsome?"

"You'll see." Steve smiled.

"Have her home by midnight!" Kevin shouted from the couch.

"Ignore my roommate, he's kind of an asshole," Regina apologized in a whisper.

"I heard that!" Kevin shouted in response.

"Come on," Regina said with a grin as she bit her lower lip, leading Steve out of her apartment and towards his bike.

"So correct me if I'm wrong," Steve mused, "but I suppose this is the part where I help you onto my bike and your arms find themselves wrapped around my waist?" Steve winked.

Regina chortled. "And I rest my the side of my face on your back and some cute little pop song about love starts to play in the background?"

"Is that how it goes now-a-days?" Steve asked.

"I'm afraid so." Regina shrugged. Steve helped her onto his bike so she could sit without flashing anyone. He started the bike up just as Regina's hands rested on his waist. She didn't dare venture too far, but she could still feel his warm skin underneath the smooth fabric of his button-up shirt. She could smell the rich low notes of his cologne drifting off of his neck as they drove.

Steve took her to a quaint restaurant that wasn't very busy. The lighting was dimmed and there was a small candle on each table. Steve admired how Regina seemed to glow as the light bounced off of her faces and eyes and even more so when she smiled.

"So how did you meet Mindy?" Steve asked.

"After her leg injury, I helped her out with physical therapy," Regina said. "I have a few clients, I guess you could call them, that have been referred to me from different doctors. Mindy and I just so happened to get along great and started hanging out outside of the gym." Regina felt bad lying to him; it wasn't a complete lie, as that was how she met Mindy, but she couldn't tell him how Mindy was actually just getting worse. She didn't tell him how the doctors sent Mindy to physical therapy far too soon after having the nerves in her legs completely ruined by multiple knife wounds. She didn't tell him about how she gave Mindy the bite when Mindy's leg completely gave out and Mindy was stuck on bed rest for a few days that resulted in Mindy bawling her eyes out to Regina about how she was tired of being useless and didn't want to be twenty-five and in a wheelchair.

"How long have you been doing that?"

"I was lucky enough to get a job right out of college," Regina said. "When my parents died, my brother and I wanted to get a fresh start. Beacon Hills is a small town, so we felt it necessary to come out here and just start fresh. He transferred to NYU and I was able to transfer gyms."

Steve took a sip of his wine. "It's nice that you guys stuck together," Steve nodded. "Family is important."

"Very," Regina agreed before sipping her own glass. "So tell me, Mister Rogers," Regina began as a smirk formed on her face, "why haven't you been taking out every girl in our nation's capitol?"

Steve chuckled. "Well," he began. "As you know, my life is a little hectic with S.H.I.E.L.D. and all that, and when I'm not on a mission with them I'm trying to kind of make up for lost time. Plus it's kind of hard too, with the whole Captain America thing, you never know who is just starstruck."

"Eh, Captain America's alright," Regina said sarcastically as she sat back in her chair and shrugged one of her shoulders. She shot Steve a wink and her smile turned into a full-fledged grin as she saw him beam and relax. She saw the tension melt away as his shoulders relaxed. Regina laughed with Steve and took another sip of her wine.

As the night rolled on, so did their conversation. They laughed a little too loudly and their hands brushed together a little too willingly for it to be subtle.

Neither of them wanted to end the night. Regina forgot all about her responsibilities as alpha. She forgot that she was even a werewolf. He made her feel like a normal twenty-four year old woman. Steve forgot that he was Captain America. He forgot that Black Widow had set him up. For the first time in a while, he felt like Steve Rogers.

"I suppose this is the part where I take you home," Steve said with a frown as they approached the parking lot.

"Do you want to take me home?" Regina toyed.

"To be completely honest, miss," Steve said with pursed lips. He turned his head to look at Regina. Her chin was resting on his shoulder and her mouth was curved into a coy smile that he couldn't resist. "No, I don't."

"I don't want you to take me home yet, either," Regina whispered into Steve's ear. Steve's charming smile grew with his confidence. He helped Regina climb onto his bike before getting on himself. Her hands slipped their way around his waist less carefully than before.

"Where do you want to go?" Steve asked.

"I don't care," Regina said. She shrugged. "Just drive."