Lex felt awkward walking down the street hand in hand with Kyle. It wasn't because she minded Steve walking with them. She knew it was safer having the super soldier close behind with a hood pulled up over his face than just the two of them out on an open street. But the fact still remained that she was suppose to be on a date with her boyfriend and her dad's very old fashioned friend had come along for the ride. She snuck a glance over her shoulder, and Steve smiled back. He gave a short nodded before averting his eyes. Kyle siezed the moment as the opportunity to sweep in and steal a kiss.
"C'mon." She shrugged him off. "Steve's right there."
"So!" Kyle laughed. He dipped down for another kiss which Lex lurched to avoid.
"It's bad enough he has to follow us, don't make him watch us make-out." She hissed, dropping her hand.
"We're almost at the movies anyway." Kyle decided. "Then the lights will dim and we can do all the making out that we want!" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Lex couldn't tell if the novelty of meeting Captain America was starting to wear off or if he was trying to show off for Steve. Either way she was growing less and less amused with Kyle's childish behavior. It was a relief when they finally reach the movie theater.
Steve looked around the lobby of the megaplex. It was a drastic contrast to the cinemas that had been around in his time. Long gone was the grand marquee outside that proclaimed the weekly movie. It had been replaced by underwhelming paper posters that hung in lit frames on the walls. Rather than dressing up in their Sunday best, the movie goers wore the same casual clothes they'd been in all day. It wasn't all bad though, instead of just one screen the movie theater boasted an impressive 20! The concession counter served full means in addition to the traditional popcorn and soda and Steve swore he could see an alcoholic bar just beyond the ticket booth.
"So that will be what three tickets to Buckets of Dread?" Kyle asked when the three of them neared the front of the ticket line.
"Kyle, I already told you I'm not watching that dumb horror movie. If you want to see it, make Jeff and Steve come with you." Lex frowned.
"But babe I'll hold you during all the scary parts!" Kyle laughed. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She giggled and kissed his neck forgetting for just a second that Steve was standing there.
"I'm sorry!" She mouthed when she spotted her over Kyle's shoulder. "Let's pick a movie that Steve would want to watch." Lex suggested. She quickly scanned the list of titles that were playing. "Rocky was on your list wasn't it?" She untangled herself and turned to Steve.
"I'm sorry?" Steve had been going out of his way to listen to anything but Lex and Kyle's conversation.
"That list you carry around," Lex smiled. "Didn't someone suggest the Rocky movies to you? They're playing the first one tonight. You can cross it off your list." She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet.
"Rocky is one of Lex's favorite movies. She's seen it at least fifty times." Kyle snorted. "You're really going to have me sit through it again?"
"Yes! Steve will love it! Rocky Balboa's struggles are a perfect example of the American Dream. There's a love story, boxing, friendship..." Kyle mouthed the words out to Steve as Lex rambled them off.
"Fine." He gave in at last, if only to stop her from recounting the speech he knew by heart. "Rocky it is."
"And I think it's my turn to pay." Lex said. She started counting out the bills from her wallet.
"I'm sorry." Steve interjected. "I know I said that I was just here for safety, but I insist that you let me pay for the movie. I know that it's old fashioned of me, but hey I get a military discount." He pulled out his own wallet and started to count.
"Forget it, dude." Kyle snorted. "She never lets me pay for the movie. On a good day I can coax her into splitting it."
"Well, Miss Stark, this is a lesson I'm working on teaching your father, sometimes the old fashion way is the superior way of doing things." Steve stepped forward, removing the hood from his face. He slid the small amount of money and his military ID card under the window to the guy working the ticket line. "Three tickets to the Rocky film, please."
"Yes sir, Mr...Rogers? Mr. Steve Rogers?" The ticket guy suddenly became very excited.
"I'd appreciate it if we could keep this quiet." Steve whispered. "I'm just here to take some friends of mine out for a quiet night at the theater. Really they're taking me out, since I've never seen Rocky before."
"Of course, Mr. Rogers." The ticket guy rapidly began nodding his head up and down. When the tickets printed, he slid them under the glass along with Steve's ID and his change. "Thank you for your service and enjoy the show, Captain." He smiled.
"What was that about?" Lex asked, taking one of the tickets that Steve offered out to her and Kyle.
"Ticket guy was a fan." Steve explained.
"Did he ask for an autograph?"
"No, but he might have been too shy to ask. Do you think I ought to give him one?" He looked back at the ticket booth, but the guy who had helped him was already printing a new set of tickets for someone else. "One the way out then." He resolved. "Anyone want some popcorn?"