A/N: Thank you for the reviews and putting this story on Story Alert and Favourites! I'm sorry for the lack of updating; been busy with work (a reporter's life is always up and down!) and had no time to think of lengthy stories except to update my other fic, Captain America's Book of Modern References, which is much easier to think up of chapters for. Anyways, I hope you all will enjoy this next chapter! Fluff alert!

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Victoria still could not get used to the stares she'd receive whenever she went out with Steve. Most of the stares were from young women and she could feel their stares burning into her, as if they had laser vision.

Like tonight, they were out at a bar, just having a few glasses of beer and some chips while playing darts. She was losing to Steve by a considerable number of points (and probably embarrassed herself my missing the target board), but she didn't mind it one bit.

"Don't you dare throw this game for my sake!" said Victoria, laughing as Steve purposely threw his dart off the board.

"Who says I'm purposely losing to you?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Steve, you don't have to let me win. I'd rather lose fairly than to win by cheating," she said, lightly punching his arm, then kissing him lightly on the lips. "However, I do need to use the bathroom, so please excuse me."

"Don't take too long now," she heard Steve said as she pulled away from him. She smiled and winked at him, took her bag, and walked towards the bathroom.

When she entered the bathroom, she saw a blonde woman looking into the mirror and was applying mascara. Victoria had a quick glance at the woman and saw that she was wearing a pair of extremely tight skinny jeans and a dark purple spaghetti-strap top. She had on a pair of black stilettos, making her a few inches taller than Victoria.

As Victoria walked towards one of the stalls, the woman suddenly stopped applying her mascara and turned to look at Victoria, placing a hand on her hip.

"Say, aren't you the Captain's girlfriend?" she asked and Victoria noticed a tone of disapproval in her voice.

"I am. Why?"

The woman shrugged as she gathered her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Oh, well, aren't you a little… out of his league?"

Instantly, Victoria felt her annoyance flaring up. "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't you think that Captain America deserves better than… this?"

"Who are you to tell me how much I'm worth?"

"By the looks of it, not much. You're clearly out of his league, and he's out of yours."

The woman glared at Victoria and left the bathroom, leaving Victoria by herself with her thoughts, doubting herself.

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Once Victoria exited the bathroom, she walked back to Steve when she saw the same blonde woman talking to Steve, her body language clearly showing that she was more than interested in him. Steve was sitting on the bar stool while she stood a little too close to him. She could see that Steve looked uncomfortable by how tense his body looked.

Steve caught her eye and stood up, but before anything could happen she turned on her heels and made her way towards the bar's exit. She heard Steve calling her name but she didn't turn to look back; she could feel the woman's stare burning into the back of her head.

Victoria pushed the bar's doors open and slumped against the lamp post, feeling so weak and stupid. She then felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Steve next to her, a worried look on his handsome face.

"Victoria, that wasn't what it looked like –"

"No, Steve. It's not that," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "I know you won't do that to me on purpose."

"Then what is it?"

She bit her lip, looking down at her shoes. She felt Steve's hand gently cupping her chin to tilt her head upwards, meeting his bright blue eyes.

"Please? Tell me?"

Victoria exhaled a shaky breath. "That woman… I met her in the bathroom just now. She said… she said…"

"What did she say?"

"… She said I wasn't good enough for you. She said I didn't deserve you. Then when I saw the way she was talking to you, I don't know what hit me. I just felt… ashamed of myself."

Before she knew it, she felt Steve's arms enveloping themselves around her, bringing her head to rest on his strong chest.

"You don't ever have to be ashamed, Victoria. You deserve everything good in life, I'm just happy that I am worthy enough to be part of it."

Victoria raised her head from his chest and looked up at him. "But why me, Steve? You can have any woman in New York, but why did you choose me? Have you seen that woman? She looks like a model!"

Steve smiled softly. "She doesn't have your wavy brown hair or your green eyes. She doesn't have your smile and your laugh. She's not you."

That was enough to make Victoria's face turn red as Steve kissed her on her forehead.

"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

END.