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Victoria's Secret's color scheme of pink and black was obnoxious. He also couldn't stop blushing as stared at the mannequins dressed in lacy bras and matching panties. The pop music was a dull buzzing sound in the background and all he could think about was how no man (at least none that he talked to) back in 1940s Brooklyn would go and buy bras. Yet, Tony had suggested he get Natasha something nice for their first Valentine's Day as a couple.

Steve took that to mean as a box of chocolates, maybe one of those Vermont Teddy Bears dressed as Captain America (he thought those were really cute), and cook her a nice dinner, have a bottle of wine and Netflix and chill. He and Tony had very different ideas of what nice meant. Tony's idea was this. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just him and Tony (the billionaire playboy genius philanthropist kept most of the women off him), but then Thor had to express his interest in this holiday that honored his good friend Freyja, and he wondered if Jane would appreciate a romantic gift. Tony being Tony agreed to let Thor tag along.

So, they were standing in Victoria's Secret, with the entire store's collection of women ogling them. He had managed to find one of Natasha's bras and panties for their sizes and was currently trying to figure what the difference was between a Bombshell, So Obsessed, and a demi bra was, all while trying not to cringe in embarrassment or gag at the price ($55 for a bra!). "Do Midgardian women typically have breasts this size?" Thor asked, holding up one of the larger sized push-up bras and pressed it flat against his chest. A clerk came over and asked him if he needed help and Steve breathed a sigh of relief at that. He walked further into the store, trying to find something that Natasha would like.

They had been dating for three months, had sex a few times and all he ever seen her wear in way of undergarments were items made by Fruit of the Loom. He liked that simplicity of it and she did too. He didn't think she needed a $55 bra and panty set to be happy. Tony laughed at something and all the girls gathered around him did too. He swallowed and went back to looking at the selection of ladies' underthings. He picked up a lacy thong. "Great choice Cap!" Tony shouted, from across the room — the collection of women turned to stare at him — and he dropped the thong back into the pile. He heard his name whispered among the women around Tony and a few drifted closer to him, as if he was some wild exotic animal. He flushed, ears turning pink. He wished Natasha would appear and save him from this, but he had told that he and the guys were going out to do 'guy things' and that they'll be back in a few hours, she smiled at him and told him to have fun and enjoy himself. He was a terrible lair and Natasha knew that, so there was the off chance she'd not believe him and be his lady in white and save him.

"Definitely not enjoying myself," he muttered as he picked up a pair of boy shorts, wondering if Natasha liked wearing these. He glanced at Thor who had several bras draped over his muscular arms in several different styles ranging from simple cotton with some lace to flashy ones with seed pearls and sequins and other sparkly things. He also had several different types of panty in his big hands. The Asgardian Prince grinned, nodding at everything the clerk said and Steve kept his mirth to himself, knowing that Tony was going to spend a small fortune on this outing (he had generously offered to buy anything Steve and Thor found). He went over to Victoria's Secret's Body collection, smiling a little as he touched the soft cup of the bra the mannequin wore.

"It's a favorite," a woman said, she had a name tag and a headset on. "Good every day bra. Great support and super comfy."

"Oh, thanks," he said, "I'm not sure uh… what she erm… likes." He flushed, staring and the rumbled scrap of paper in his hand that had Natasha's sizes written on it. "Never shopped for bras before."

"It's okay, we get a lot of guys like you in here," she said, "though none are as cute as you or blush like you about this." Steve felt his cheeks heat further. "I'm Stella."

"Steve Rogers," he said, it was a reflexive habit, introducing himself in that manner. He saw Stella's eyes widen and pressed a finger to his lips and gave her a wink. She smirked, knowing she'll have some sort of points over her fellow employees by helping Captain America pick out bras and panties for his girlfriend.

"Do you know what bran she normally wears?" Stella asked. "And her size?"

"I do." He handed her the scrap of paper. "I think she wears Fruit of the Loom, but I can't be sure." He flushed again. "I mean, I've taken her clothes off and well, I just… I'm n-not paying attention when… well, you know but… I uh… it's cotton… I think?" Stella stared at him with a blank expression on her face. Good job Steve, another foot-in-mouth moment. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Just wanna get her something nice, cause she's my best girl." He tapped his toe against the floor, his feet more interesting than the girl helping him or the bras.

"And that's what we'll do," she said, beaming at him. "By the sound of it, I think she'll like a Body, maybe a Perfect Shape." She waved him over to another counter, clicking her tongue as she looked for the right size. She pulled open the draw and Steve was met with a riot of color and patterns. A lot had hearts and kisses considering the holiday, but he was drawn to the good old fashion black. Stella watched him, pulling out the black bra with a butterfly style lace pattern on the cups. "Can never go wrong with black. Does she wear white often?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "She doesn't." He picked a soft green one as well, smiling as he ran his thumb along the material. "Panties?" he asked.

"Right, so we have some here, but if you want a better selection we have more over there. You can mix or you can get the Body panties. Which are here and she's a" — Stella glanced at the paper — "and we have her size." She patted the pile of panties. "Does she like thongs? Cheekinis? Hiphuggers?"

"I uh…" he swallowed, "I don't know." He thought of Natasha in her cat suit, and how the leather would stick to her perfect ass. He swallowed, blood rushing south at the mental image. "Cheekinies?" he phrased it as a question. Stella smiled, pulling out a black and green one. He accepted them. "You can head up to the checkout. Mention my name, kay?" she winked.

"Will do, thanks for your help, I appreciate it."

"My pleasure," she said, "not every day I get to help Captain American pick out lingerie for his—"

"Girlfriend," he said, giving her that half-smile Natasha said made him look adorable. "She's my girlfriend."

"Well, this mysterious woman is pretty lucky to have you has her boyfriend," Stella said and went off to help another costumer. He beamed at the two bras and their matching panties. The price was still a bit insane, but he figured it would be alright considering—

"Holy hell Thor!" Tony bellowed, drawing his attention. Thor had every bra in the store, along with some sexier lingerie pieces and matching panties for every bra. "I'm not paying for all of that. I said get Jane something nice, not buy her Victoria's Secret."

"I am unsure as to what she likes. I figured she'll like one of everything, so she can make her own choice." Thor looked at his bra laden arms. "I do like the ones that sparkle, but I don't think they are practical for every day wear."

"This is lingerie for Valentine's Day, it's not about if its practical or not. It's about seeing your girl in sexy underthings and then taking them off." Tony rubbed his forehead. "Put some of this stuff back."

"I do not see how this is about love," Thor said as Tony shoved him to put the majority of the items.

"It's not. It's about getting laid and buttering up your lady friend in order to get that," Tony replied.

"I'll tell Pepper that then," he said, smirking. "May not be too happy come Valentine's Day."

"I have something nice for Pep!" Tony hissed, shooting him a glare. "A nice evening and everything! I know how to treat my woman right."

"Uh-huh." Steve smirked, as the shorter man began to try and convince Thor that Valentine's Day was about both getting laid and expression love and that he had to put the bras back. He chuckled, moseying over to the checkout counter. He thought about getting some perfume or lotion for Natasha, but he could hear her tell him she'll never wear it because it leaves a scent. He picked up some red and pink lip gloss as well.

"Fine everything okay?" the cashier asked. He nodded as he handed over his items.

"Fine, Thor! Three things! Do you have any idea how much these bras cost?" Tony shouted.

"But you're Tony Stark."

"I know who I am, and yes I can afford it, but I'm not going to explain to Pepper why I have a thousand-dollar expense from Victoria's Secret on my credit card."

"That'll be $150," the clerk said. He pulled his wallet out and handed over the money. The girl arched a brow at the bills but said nothing. She rambled off about the special offers, wrapping up the bras and panties in tissue paper and putting them in a bag with ribbons for handles. He thanked her, taking the bag and heading over to wear Tony and Thor stood.

"I'm all set," he said, looking between Tony and Thor. "We ready?" He smiled, ignoring the way Tony glared at him. "Just go with the Body. It's nice and soft, she'll like it. Good every day bra."

"And how do you know so much about women's undergarments?" Thor asked. He shrugged, smirking (more to piss of Tony than anything else).

"Had some help," he said. "I'm starving, so I'm going to head over to Panda Express and get some food."

"I too shall join you," Thor said, setting down his collection of women's undergarments on the nearest counter. A clerk gave him an annoyed look. "I do enjoy the feasting at the Express of the Panda!" He threw his beefy arm around Tony. "Come, Stark! We shall dine at the Express of the Panda! Though Jane tells me they only eat bamboo, so I'm curious as to why you named the cuisine of the Chinese people after an animal that only eats plants."

Steve hid his chuckle behind his hand as Tony was hauled out of the shop by an enthusiastic God of Thunder. "It's okay Tony, we can go to the electronics store next," he said, trying to make Tony feel a bit better. Tony grumbled something and pushed Thor's arm off him.


He got back to his suit of rooms in the tower, smiling as headed to the door. A green light flashed as the sensor registered him. He stepped in and his eyes almost popped out of his head. Natasha was laying on his bed, feet in the air and crossed at the ankles. She was eating popcorn, watching a romcom. "You know," she said, sparing him a quick glance, "you kinda look like Rob O'snake."

"Are you wearing my clothes?" he asked, hiding the Victoria's Secret bag with his jacket. She looked down at herself — dressed in the SSR t-shirt Shield had dressed him in when he woke up from the ice and a pair of his boxers — and nodded.

"Bruce wanted to show my something and Clint tagged along and there was this explosion" — she munched on some popcorn — "and this purple goo went everywhere, and I had to take a shower." She sat up, he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra; he dropped his jacket and the bag walking towards her. "Your suit was the closest to the lab, so I bored your shower. JARVIS coded me as one of the acceptable people to enter your room when we started dating. Anyway, all my clothes were in mine and—" she gasped when he kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. "Steve."

"I'm not getting my clothes, back am I?"

"Maybe if you ask nicely," she said, he leaned back but she had worked his dog tags free, preventing him from going farther than the chain allowed. She had that playful look in her eyes. "Tell me I've been naughty," she cooed.

"Particularly devious," he purred, kissing again. She giggled against his lips. "Gonna have to take these off and teach you a lesson."

"Kinky," she said, "I'm curious now cause you're rather vanilla."

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked, easing onto the bed, and pulling her close. "I like vanilla."

"No, just that sex is rather tame."

"You did steal my clothes," he said and kissed her again, slipping his hands beneath his shirt that she wore. "Gotta teach you that stealing's bad."

"Borrowing," she said, sighing softly, "with every intent of returning." She grabbed the flipper from the nightstand and turned the tv off. "Now, shut up and kiss me Rogers."


And no sex.

Happy Romanogers Week.

I actually looked up the prices for a bra at VS (online), and there are about $55 and the panties are $15. So two lip glosses being $5 each, comes out to $150.

This was fun to write.

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