Written for: plantmistress1. February 7th, 2018 Steve/Daisy, "Can I put you on my to-do list?"

Daisy Johnson was completely, absolutely, one hundred percent done with secret agents and superheroes.

Every time she thought she might have fallen for one, he either went evil or died or went evil AND died. Heartbreak ran deep, and for a long time, she was ready to give up on love and hole away with her computer until her hair turned grey. Frankly, enough was enough. It was time to go back to the real world and find some nice, normal men to date.

Trouble is, finding nice, normal men is hard when you're also a secret agent and a superhero (sort of). With precious few options available in her day to day life, she turned to that almighty resource: the internet.

Online dating was just about everything the critics said it was. The first guy she messaged immediately sent her dick pics. She was almost impressed until she spotted the porn website URL at the bottom of the page. She replied with a link to some basic editing programs and blocked him. The next few guys were okay, mostly introverted computer geeks like her. They messaged back and forth for a day until the conversation tapered off into awkward discussions of the weather.

She managed to get a date a week later with a guy named Louis. He worked in the IT department for some major marketing company Daisy didn't know the name of. Sparks weren't exactly flying, but he was smart and told good jokes. Plus, he took a damn good picture.

They arranged to meet at an upscale bar restaurant in Brooklyn. That place sure had changed since the last time Daisy saw it. She choose her favorite pink dress with matching pumps and curled her hair. Stylish, but not expecting anything. If she'd ever been a 'kiss on the first date' girl before, she sure as hell wasn't now.

She got to the restaurant ten minutes late, thanks in no small part to her dick of a cab driver taking the long way to get more money. She gave him exactly what she owed, with an extra penny for his troubles. 'Don't spend it all in one place,' she thought as he tore off to go inconvenience someone else.

Inside was packed. Amorous young couples and families with screaming kids all waited anxiously in the lobby to be seated. Daisy grimaced as she bumped five different people on her way to the hostess table. This was why she suggested pizza.

"Excuse me?" she shouted over a cacophony of voices. "I have a reservation!"

"Name please," the hostess yelled back.

She gave her Louis's last name and adjusted her purse as the woman consulted her computer. She read down the list and scowled. "I'm sorry, we don't have a reservation under that name at the moment."

Daisy furrowed her brow. "Are you sure you spelled it right?"

The hostess looked pretty sure, but she was nice enough to do a new search just in case. When it once again came up empty, Daisy thanked her for her time and retreated to the bar. There was a single vacant seat in between a woman screaming into her phone and a man in a baseball cap flipping through a small notepad. Daisy squeezed past them and took out her phone.

'Hey, are you here? They couldn't find our reservation. I'm waiting by the bar so hurry up and come get me. ;)'

She spent the next two minutes searching for Louis's dark head in the crowd until her phone buzzed.

'You actually went? Wow. Didn't think you were that desperate. Sad.'

She read it five more times. Or maybe more. It was hard to keep track when her eyes were watering and she was fighting the urge to chuck her phone through the nearest window. She forced it back into her bag and put her head in her hands. Of course. Should've known her shitty luck would lead her to an asshole with a sick sense of humor. What did she expect, Prince Charming?

"Uh...miss? Are you okay?"

It was the man in the baseball cap. He was spectacularly underdressed for this setting, but one look into those blue eyes of his, and he was the classiest, most handsome guy in the room.

So awestruck was Daisy, she couldn't stop her mouth from moving. "I was supposed to go on a date with a guy I met online but he stood me up and made fun of me in a text message… also I'm never using a wink emoji again… also you're Steve Rogers."

Steve almost smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yes I am, but that's awful. I can't believe he did that to you."

Daisy shrugged, hiding her tears behind a few locks of hair. "It's not your fault. At least now I know to talk to a guy for at least a week before I accept a date."

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," Steve said, smiling for real this time, "he's the biggest loser this world ever spat out. He gets a chance with a gorgeous dame like you and this is what he does with it?"

He balled his fists as if contemplating what it would be like to use Louis's head as a punching bag. Never before had Daisy blushed so hard in her life. "You don't have to say that."

"Just telling it like it is," he said. "In fact, I'm liable to step in and show you a real good time tonight. If you'll let me."

Okay, this was definitely a dream. Daisy was definitely asleep, or else Captain America himself had actually just asked her out. She pinched herself. She didn't even bother to hide it. Steve laughed deep in his chest. The sound was enough to melt panties. "I'm serious. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

'I'd like to do a lot of things with you tonight,' Daisy's head was spinning and she just barely kept herself from speaking that thought out loud. She coughed, putting on a facade of casualness. "I think I can put you on my to-do list, but don't you have someone to meet here?"

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, but he cancelled last minute to go on a date."

Daisy snorted. They were just two peas in a pod already. Sliding off the bar stool, she looped her arm around his and led him out the door. "How about some pizza? This place is nice, but it's a little too stuffy for my taste."

Steve laughed. "Took the words right out of my mouth, Doll."

Maybe superheroes weren't so bad after all.