AN: Song is Something Stupid by Frank and Nancy Sinatra.
Steve was more nervous than when he first met Red Skull, than when he was trying to get Bucky back the first second third and fourth time, than when Hydra fell than when he went up against Loki than when he first became Captian America and why? A pretty girl. Well, maybe that was an understatement. It was Natasha he was nervously walking up to. Bucky and Wanda were hiding behind the couch like a couple of children, their eyes poking over the back to watch as Steve approached Natasha at the kitchen counter.
Steve gulped as he tried to lean on the fridge only to have his hand slip making him hit his head on the door. Bucky rubbed his face while Wanda giggled. Natasha looked up from her book taking a sip of her coffee with a smile. "You okay there Cap?"
"Uh, yeah, just fine, super healing and all," He laughed nervously and cleared his throat. He glanced behind Natasha's back to see Bucky and Wanda kneeling over the back of the couch motioning for him to ask her while wordlessly yelling at him. "So… Natasha."
"So…" Natasha looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked with a smirk. "Steve?"
"I was uh wondering if you'd like to uh," He cleared his throat again motion over and over with his hand. "You know, if you're hungry some time or thirsty or wanna go out or something and like, you know do something that we could do it together!" He smiled then paled as she raised an eyebrow, behind her Bucky facepalming. "No! Not like that I mean unless you wanna do that I mean no. No fondling. Not that we won't do what. Unless you want to but I think we should-"
"I'd love to go out with you, Steve." Natasha smiled, standing and finally showing mercy on him.
"What?" He gulped. "I mean, thats great!" He cleared his throat. "That's cool. It'll be fun, really." He beamed as Wanda and Bucky soundlessly cheered behind them.
Natasha walked over and pecked him on the cheek. "Pick me up from my floor at six tonight, Soldier, don't be late." She smiled at his dorky blushing face. "By the way," She called. "Wanda, you should be training not eavesdropping, and James, shouldn't you be meditating about now?"
"Yes, ma'am!" They both yelled running off be where they were sposed to, clapping Steve on the back as they ran.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" Steve yelled banging into Bucky's floor to fall dramatically face first onto his face on the floor. Bucky and Wanda, who were spending the night in on their couch, looked at each other then down at him.
"Well, punk," He leaned forward. "Quite a shit ton actually, why?"
"More importantly, aren't you supposed to be on your date with Natasha right now?" Wanda asked. "Not being more dramatic than I was when I was a teen girl?"
"I fucked it up," Steve mumbled into the carpet.
"Not surprising," Bucky sighed. "What'd you do this time? Somehow suggest sex like earlier?"
"Worst," He whispered.
"Told her she looked fat in that dress?" Wanda asked. "Made her get the salad?"
"Worse," He groaned.
"Checked out the waitress?" Bucky guessed.
"WORSE!" He covered his head with his hands.
"You didn't tell her you to love her did you?" Wanda winced at the silence that came. Bucky shook his head and leaned back.
"You stupid, stupid, punk-ass bitch," Bucky said shaking his head. "You told her you to love her."
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?"
"You flew too close to the sun," Bucky shook his head. "And then you threw yourself into a volcano."
"Why are you not with her now?" Wanda asked. "I mean-"
"I told her that I love her, Wanda," He lamented sitting up. "I ruined it. The look of panic and then amusement in her eyes when I told her was enough to kill me." He shook his head. "I scared her away."
"Well, how was the rest of the date?" Wanda asked.
"Perfect!" He yelled. "It was amazing, really. We went to the forties themed bar and had a few drinks, most of the time we just danced. She taught me a few moves and she kept smiling and laughing. We both had a great time, even if I did fall a couple of times."
"You're Captain America," Bucky laughed. "I've seen you jump down a ten story building and land on your feet, but dancing you fall on your face?"
"Yes," He nodded, "That's beside the point. Afterward, we went to this small dinner she likes and got some hamburgers and beers-"
"Natasha's favorite," Wanda nodded. "What went wrong?"
"It was all just so perfect and she was so pretty and smiling and laughing and-" He grunted putting his head in his hands. "Next thing I know it slips out of my mouth and we're sitting on my bike in silence while I take her home."
"That must have been an awkward walk to her door," Bucky shook her head.
"I didn't walk her to her door," Steve muttered.
"You didn't walk your date to the front door?" Bucky asked sitting up looking like he had just been stood up. "Your mother and I raised you better than that," He scolded. "You go up there and say you're sorry and beg that woman for another chance, or so help me you will die a virgin."
"I'm not a virgin," He snapped.
"Then go get her before she dies alone," Bucky leaned forward. "You're Captian America, you could get any girl, and she's hot enough to get anyone she wants. But emotionally, she isn't really-"
"Trusting," Wanda jumped in. "She is too so scared to love anyone especially herself. It's amazing she agreed to go on a real date with anyone let alone you. She's trigger shy, so go say sorry for shooting before you got the all clear."
Bucky looked at Wanda with a face of clear worship. "You really need to get yourself the right Dame, punk, it's worth it all." Wanda winked at him making Bucky get up, dragging Steve to his feet pushing him to and out the door. "Now get out, you're ruining out date night too."
He knocked on her door, stepping back as he heard her softly padding feet come to the door. Friday's muffled voice announcing it as him was followed by the locks she had installed being un-done and the door opening to revile Natasha in her bike shorts and sleep tank.
"Steve?"
"I just, I needed to apologize for tonight." He spoke quickly. "I know, I ruined it by saying… those words and I'm sorry," He said quickly. "It's just I stand in line until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me."
"If you would have asked sooner, I would have said yes," Natasha told him.
"I just got so nervous And if we go someplace to dance because you love to dance so, of course, I'd take you out to dance I know that there's a chance You won't be leaving with me."
"Why wouldn't I leave with you?" Natasha snapped. "I went with you so why wouldn't I leave with you? I had a great time, Steve."
"I know, I know," He shook his head. "Then afterward we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid Like "I love you"."
"You didn't, exactly, ruin the night… just kinda-"
"I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies You heard the night before, on your mission yesterday," He sighed. "And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true And never seemed so right before."
Natasha smiled softly at him. "Steve."
"I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through," He rambled. "But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you, you know when everyone's asleep or out but then The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid Like "I love you"."
Natasha stopped his rambling with a hand on his arm. "I was just gonna make some coffee. You, want to come in? Have some and make up for not walking me to my room?"
Steve smiled, standing dumbfounded in his spot before an unseen force pushed his back and made him walk in. Natasha peaked her head out as he walked in. "Thanks, Wanda," She whispered before closing the door.
Wanda jumped as Bucky snuck up behind her, grabbing her sides. "I thought you were grabbing the lub-"
"Shhh, I got it," She looked around the corner to Natasha's closed door. "Just, got sidetracked, let's go back to your room." She smiled both of them running off.