The men didn't even make it past the visitor's center before Happy and Rhodey bailed on their history filled day. Steve was sad to see them go, but he was enjoying himself, much to Sam's dismay and Tony's delight.

"I feel like I don't fit in here." Vision said as he straightened out the sweater vest he was wearing. He watched the other people stare at him, eventually excusing himself to use the restroom.

"Can he go to the bathroom?" Clint asked Tony and the genius just shrugged.

Steve smiled at his friends, lingering around a plaque about the American flag until a teenage girl approached him cautiously, "Hi. I, uh, I was wondering if I could get a photo with you?"

"Of course." Steve said with a soft smile, shifting his body so the young woman could sidle up next to him while her boyfriend took their picture. She thanked him and he waved shyly before turning back to his friends, seeing them smirking back at him, "What?"

Tony sighed and shook his head, "To this day I don't understand how you wooed Kayla Ellis. You can barely meet the eyes of that teenager, and she's young enough to be your granddaughter."

"I'm just polite."

"No, you're shy. It's adorable." Sam interjected teasingly, already knowing that Steve would be horrified by whatever they encountered at the strip club Tony had mentioned earlier. They'd let the soldier enjoy this innocent activity while it lasted, then the rest of the men would have the time of their lives watching him turn redder than Natasha's hair. "C'mon. Let's get this show on the road."

"I'm ready."

Sam, Tony, Steve, and Clint turned to see a tall white man with blonde hair smoothed back to the side. He looked among the men, seeing the confusion on their faces and asked, "Is this alright?"

"Vision?" Steve asked and the man nodded, looking between the Captain and Stark for some other reaction to his transformation, "How... can you do that?"

"I tried to copy my form to match that of you all, so that I blend in better. I hope I did it correctly." His eyes darted to Sam and Clint, finding them more impressed and less alarmed than Captain Rogers, "I don't want to be a spectacle and take away from your weekend."

"You look great." Tony yelped excitedly as he turned to Clint and Sam, "I created life. Am I a god?"

"No." Clint replied shortly as he turned on his heel and led the men out of the visitor's center to explore Colonial Williamsburg.

Steve was pleasantly surprised with his bachelor party activity. He was more than happy to spend hours walking through the various buildings and reading all the plaques and taking in all the paintings. He was particularly interested in the reenactments, and Steve was impressed whenever somebody recognized the Avengers and managed not to break character.

One in particular, when they looped back to the living museum to watch some of the reenactments, struck Steve to his core.

A young woman, no older than twenty-five, sat in a rocking chair sewing white stars onto a blue piece of fabric while she spoke about her role in the Revolution making the first American flag. Betsy Ross looked around the room with a kind smile as she spoke, but when those big brown eyes met Steve's, she paused, then cleared her throat and continued her story.

The First Avenger walked closer to the corner she sat in, tilting his head curiously as he studied the woman dressed in 1776 garb. Her dark hair was pulled back under a bonnet, but Steve could see a few loose wisps framing her pale, round cheeks. Despite the heavy material of her cream and pink costume, Steve could tell she was well endowed, and he had to remind himself that he was engaged to be married, but this woman grabbed his heartstrings in a way he hadn't expected.

"You there," she gestured towards Steve, and he was suddenly very aware that everyone but his group of friends had wandered on, "have you ever been to war?"

Steve narrowed his gaze at the woman, unsure if she was baiting him or playing her part. There was no way she didn't recognize him, he was Captain America, and they lived and breathed American history- these actors must know who he is. He opened his mouth to answer, perhaps say something witty and brush off her attention, but when she raised her brow questioningly, all the words vanished from his mind and all that escaped was, "Yes."

"You're lucky to have survived. So many haven't. But it's the cost of freedom. It's what this country will be based on."

The corner of Steve's mouth lifted and he shrugged, "I'm just lucky I guess. But I'm proud to wear those stars and stripes. I guess I should be thanking you." He looked over to Tony and saw the man watching him in open surprise, so Steve raised his chin and added, "I sacrificed a lot, but in the end, I don't regret fighting."

She nodded thoughtfully, then shot him a smile that showed she was fully back in character, "Then our new country thanks you." She looked up at a pair of young children who had wandered up and began asking them if they knew how to sew.

Vision turned to the others, completely unaware at the conflicted expression on Steve's face, "It's rather anachronistic that Betsy Ross is here in Williamsburg, seeing as her home is in Philadelphia."

"Don't worry about it, dude, it's just for show." Sam said under his breath, not wanting to offend the pretty brunette whose gaze kept landing on the Avengers.

"I understand that, but it isn't historically accurate. In fact, there's very little proof that Betsy Ross even made the first American flag." Vision replied.

"Alright, I say it's time we mosey on, don't you Cap?" Clint asked, but Steve spared one last glance at the woman, wishing she hadn't affected him so greatly. "Cap?"

"Yeah, yes, let's keep moving. See what else is around." Steve told his teammates with a smile, looking over his shoulder one last time to see Betsy Ross smiling at him shyly.

Meanwhile, as the sun went down on Virginia, the lights of Prague were shining brightly as the four women walked down the cobblestone streets in their high heels.

Natasha grunted every time her left foot hit the ground, wearing thigh high boots to cover the bandaged wound from the bullet that had been removed hours before at a Romanian hospital. Her tight red dress hugged her curves and left little to the imagination, but her threatening scowl told every potential catcaller not to even try it. Wanda hadn't changed from earlier, still wearing her belted red jacket over her black dress, but Tiffany had changed out of her pantsuit in favor of a teal bohemian maxi-dress that would have drug along the wet ground had she not been wearing five inch heels. Leading the pack was the woman of the hour, dressed in a short romper blinged out in shimmering rainbow sequins. Her hair was slicked back and her makeup was dark, but her bold red lipstick and million dollar smile gave away her identity, and the press had their cameras out and ready by the time they reached Prague's famous Fashion Club.

"Miss Ellis, this is your first public appearance since your surgery several months ago, what brings you to Prague?" A woman asked in a thick accent that Kayla struggled to understand. She looked to Tiffany, seeing her former assistant about to speak, but more reporters started calling out questions.

"Kayla, who are you here with? Who are your friends?"

"Are you still dating Captain America?"

Tiffany cleared her throat, but Kayla pressed her hand to the woman's shoulder, causing Tiffany to look up at her taller friend in horror. Natasha and Wanda shared a glance, unsure about what Kayla would say, but they waited with bated breath as the woman addressed the crowd. She raised her left hand to the cameras and turned it around to show her ring, then giggled, "I think this should answer all of your questions."

The press began to scream as Kayla turned and led her friends past the bouncer into the club, leaving everyone to their own theories with what information she'd given them. A hostess greeted them and Tiffany gave her name so they could be led to their private table in the VIP lounge. As they reached their table, Kayla looked down at her best friend, "I can't believe you convinced me to go clubbing."

"Well, we were shot at this morning, so I'm stressed. Plus, I had to pull a lot of strings to get us this. It has a minimum of six people!" Tiffany pretended to whine before turning to thank the hostess. When they were alone, she turned back to Kayla, "Let's have a real bachelorette party. You need to get your mind off of today's failure. It was either this or the stripper, and I think we're all aware that every other man is disappointing compared to the one you already have."

"I really thought he would come back with us. I wanted to surprise Steve." Kayla mumbled, looking over to Natasha, "How's the leg?"

"I've taken worse hits." the assassin quipped. She somehow already had a drink in her hand.

Wanda laughed as she looked up at the waiter who arrived to take their order. Tiffany handed the waiter a stack of money and told him to keep the drinks coming until they'd reached their tab. Once Kayla had a cocktail between her fingers, she seemed to ease up and look around, feeling at home at the party scene for the first time in years. "I'm glad we're here. I'm excited for our spa day tomorrow, and I'm excited to go sightseeing before we go home Sunday."

"Good. See, Tiff knows best. You should trust her more often." Tiffany teased as she leaned her head against Wanda's upper arm, "You gonna dance, Kay?"

"No, but I'm gonna drink. You got me here, I'm not going to risk breaking my leg the week before my wedding." Kayla sipped her cocktail before waving over the bartender to order another, "You and Wanda go dance. I'll stay here with Natasha."

"What makes you think I'm not gonna dance?" Natasha glared at Kayla, "You think a bullet wound is going to stop my fun? If I can dance, so can you."

"We'll catch you if you start to fall." Wanda said sincerely, more serious than her companions. Kayla gave her a grateful nod as her second drink arrived, and she tossed back the first one before sipping the second one.

She slowly drank as Tiffany led Wanda to the dance floor, but Natasha lingered with her. They sat in silence, not needing to speak to know that they were both putting on a front. Tiffany wanted to salvage what should have been a fun weekend, and Wanda didn't want Kayla to feel like she'd missed out on anything after everything she'd been through. Natasha just wanted to get through the weekend in one piece, and Kayla just wanted to go home and be with Steve.

"You think they're having more fun than us?"

"No. Stark's taking him to Williamsburg. The others don't know."

Kayla snorted loudly through her nose and laughed openly, her white teeth sparkling in the black lights as she wiped away tears from laughing, "Wait... he's taking Steve and the boys to Williamsburg? Like, Busch Gardens?"

"No, he's taking them to Colonial Williamsburg. Then a strip club."

"That's more like it." Kayla laughed, wiping her index fingers under her eyes to clean up her eyeliner, "Steve's going to be traumatized."

"It'll make him thankful to be marrying you."

"You saying he shouldn't be thankful now?" Kayla teased, but Natasha wasn't laughing. Kayla's smile fell and she looked to her friend in all seriousness, "Wait, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Steve's fine. It's just, when you said you wanted to come find Barnes, I was worried. Steve looked for him forever, trying to find you. He's so mad at Barnes for taking you, but you were so determined to find him. That's why you picked Prague, right? Gave you an excuse to come to Europe?"

Kayla chewed through this for a moment, then sighed, "I mean, yeah, but I wanted to bring him back for Steve."

"You sure about that?"

"Positive."

Natasha eyed her warily, "So you're saying you have no reason to want him back?"

"Well, no, he's a friend. He took good care of me."

"After he kidnapped you. And before he let Hydra take you."

"What are you getting at Romanoff?" Kayla snarled, side eyeing a woman who was taking their picture before leaning back and smiling through her frustrations, "Call it Stockholm Syndrome. It's real."

"And you think that's a good idea to bring him back to Steve, who he barely remembers? Steve will tear him limb from limb. You told Steve that Barnes wanted to have sex with you, meaning there was clearly something between you two. You think it's such a good idea to bring him back into the picture?"

Natasha raised her brow and pushed her red hair behind her ear as she wiggled out of the booth. She held out her hand for Kayla to take, and the blonde tossed back her beverage, draining it before taking the assassin's hand and standing. "It doesn't matter. He said no. I tried. And for your suspicious mind," Kayla slurred, realizing she hadn't had such strong drinks in a long time, "I'm marrying Steve because he's the better man. If I wanted Bucky, I could have had him, but I wanted Steve. I still do. He's good, and I love him."

The Black Widow smiled as she slung her arm around the tipsy woman's shoulders, "That's all I needed to hear."

"Tony."

"C'mon, Cap, it's all part of the experience."

"I don't feel comfortable with this." Steve said as he looked up at the silver neon sign above them flickering the word 'Flagpoles'. They stood off to the side while Happy addressed the bouncer, and despite trying to keep a low profile, the line of patrons kept glancing their way. Steve unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, needing to get some air. "Kayla will be upset."

"Oh, your fiancé? The girl flashing her engagement ring all over Prague?" Tony asked as he pulled up a photo of Kayla showing her ring to the paparazzi in front of a club in a skimpy romper and dark makeup. Steve's expression dropped a little, but he remembered that it was her bachelorette party, her one last weekend of freedom. At least she was very clearly showing she was engaged. Tony slid his finger across the screen and brought up another photo of Kayla cuddled up against Natasha's side in a booth, and then a third of her flipping the photographer the bird out the backseat window of a cab while Tiffany tried to pull her hand down. "She was partying until three in the morning, probably just got to sleep. You can have fun. She won't be mad."

Happy nodded towards the door and Sam patted Steve on the back, urging him forward into the Gentleman's Club. Once inside, they were led to a couple of round tables near the stage, where two women dressed in black bodysuits with white bowties approached with trays to take their drink orders.

Vision looked to Clint nervously, and the archer sighed and rubbed his temples before ordering a beer for himself and an ice water for the android. Happy sat at the other table, pulling a chair for Tony to sit between him and Rhodey, leaving Sam and Steve to sit at the other table with Clint and Vision. They forced the soldier into the chair closest to the stage, and his skin was so pale he looked almost green as he kept his gaze down at the table when one of the woman swung around the pole a few feet behind him.

"What's wrong, Cap? You too polite to see a bunch of strangers in their underwear?" Tony sneered and Steve looked over to his table to find him grinning like a madman. "This is gonna be good. It's important to get it out of your system before you get married."

"It isn't in my system now." Steve grumbled as he looked over his shoulder at the lanky redhead grinding against the pole. "This isn't right."

"Listen, even Clint is here, and he has a wife. Your fiancé is having a grand old time partying, with my fiancé, in Europe. You can enjoy a little debauchery at a classy stripper bar." Sam assured Steve, but it did little to ease his nerves. Clint shrugged and pulled a twenty out of his wallet to toss up at the woman dancing behind Steve, causing the super-soldier to gawk at him.

Clint smiled knowingly at Steve, seeing he disapproved of the archer's behavior, "Laura knew we were coming to a strip club. She said no private dances and I can't spend more than fifty dollars. Marriage is about trust and balance. Kayla trusts you. You can trust yourself."

Suddenly, a small, tan woman with hot pink hair showed up at their table, leaning over to show off her cleavage as she cooed at the men, "A little birdie told me the Avengers were here, but I had to see it for myself. You boys here for a good time?"

"You know it!" Sam called with a shit eating grin as he gestured to Steve, "We're here because Captain America is about to tie the knot."

"Really?" The girl gasped as she straddled Sam's lap, biting her lower lip as her bright hazel eyes pleaded for more, "So this is a bachelor party for an American hero? Sounds like we need to make it a special night!"

"Naw, that's fine. Just go about your normal evening activities." Steve said quickly and Clint smacked his thigh as Vision studied the woman curiously, but didn't say anything.

The stripper laughed and reached out to stroke Steve's cheek, causing a shudder through his whole body, "You are too cute. Kayla Ellis is a lucky woman. But tonight, we'll break you in for her." The woman winked and climbed off of Sam, whispering in his ear before walking away, swinging her hips as she disappeared behind a velvet red curtain.

"Stop making this weird." Clint hissed and Sam looked at Steve expectantly as he raised his hands defensively, "I'm not even comfortable being here!"

"Stop being a baby and have some fun." Tony yelled over the music as the song changed to a big band number, the trumpet blaring over the speakers as three women appeared on the stage.

Steve turned around, realizing they had matching corsets, one red, one white, and one blue. His Adam's Apple bobbed nervously as the women strode towards the edge of the stage, and his chest leaped into his throat when he realized the brunette in the red corset was Betsy Ross.

She realized he was in the audience at the same moment he realized she was a stripper, and her face turned as red as her outfit as she reached for her pole with a shaky hand. Steve's attention was ripped away when two new women appeared to hover around their tables. One sat on Tony's lap and and smiled a bright but empty smile. Her eyes landed on dour-looking Happy Hogan. "Is he an Avenger, too?, she yelled over the thumping bass. Tony chuckled, "Oh, that's Thor. He looks different in person, right?"

The second woman turned to Steve's table, and Vision stared at her blankly as she sized him up before turning her attention to Steve, "Word on the street is this is a special occasion. What'dya say, handsome, wanna take a ride on the wild side?"

"No thank you." Steve barely got out, smiling weakly at the woman in an attempt to be polite. She laughed and ran her hands over Clint's shoulders, whispering something in his ear before he pointed to Sam. She raised her brow and Sam sighed, pulling out a fifty dollar bill from his pocket and handing it to the eager woman, who escorted him to the roped-off section of the club. Steve cringed.

As the song and dance ended, the three women on the stage all saluted the audience to thunderous applause and Steve looked back up, catching the brunette's eyes quickly as the MC announced the end of their act, "Give it up for our Patriotic Trio: Liberty, Virtue, and Justice!"

Tony snorted, and his whiskey almost came out his nose, "Oh, I know who we're getting to give Cap his wedding present."

"Stark." Steve growled louder than he should have, because the women on stage heard him and quickly made their way down the stairs to surround the soldier. He blushed and ducked his head as the blonde in blue sat on his lap while the redhead wearing the white corset knelt beside him in her thick heeled boots so he couldn't look at her face without getting an eyeful of cleavage. "Ladies." He greeted nervously, looking over to his friends to find Rhodey filming him while Clint held his fist to his mouth to hold back his laughter. He looked at the blonde as she pushed back his hair, blinking her big blue eyes at him hopefully while the redhead ran her fingers up and down the thin fabric of his long sleeved shirt.

However, Betsy Ross stayed a few steps back, biting her lip in embarrassment as Steve's gaze finally met hers. "You- you're a-"

"Miss Ross," Tony sneered, and the woman stiffened as she turned to him. He held up a stack of hundred dollar bills and laughed, "Ten thousand to show Captain Rogers a good time. If you can get him hard, I'll have another ten thousand waiting."

"Tony!" Steve's voice went up an octave as he felt his stomach churn. The other two women huffed and climbed off of him, giving him space for the woman in red to approach and grab his hand, tilting her head to cause her long brown waves to spill over her bare shoulders. Steve swallowed hard, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her, "Ma'am?"

"Ma'am? I'm not nearly old enough for that." She laughed lightly as she pulled him up, and for a reason his mind couldn't decipher, his feet followed her. "I've been paid very handsomely to give you some personal attention." She explained as they reached the far wall of the strip club. There were a line of alcoves behind bright blue curtains, and she led him to the farthest one, giving the security guard a hand signal Steve didn't understand before leading him inside.

She turned Steve around and pushed him onto the velvet couch before straddling his lap, "Before we get started, I just need to know one thing."

"Okay?" Steve asked, keeping his eyes locked on hers and wishing he wasn't so entranced by the woman. He couldn't figure out what it was about her, but he was infatuated, and he needed to snap out of it.

"Why the hell did you come to Colonial Williamsburg for your bachelor party?" She giggled as she reached down to untie the bow at the bottom of her corset, only looking up when Steve didn't answer, "You're really out of your element here, aren't you? The old town was more your speed, wasn't it?"

"Is that so bad?" Steve grumbled, finally daring to drop his gaze to the woman's breasts that were pushed up from the corset and inches from his chin, "I'm getting married. I feel... guilty."

"You're marrying Kayla Ellis, right? Famed socialite? Former First Daughter? Woman who came back from the dead after a year? Is she not getting a bachelorette party?"

"She is. She's in Prague right now."

"And you don't think she's not going to kiss anybody while galivanting through Europe?" The stripper whispered as she leaned closer, pressing her boobs against Steve's chest as she kissed his jaw, "I wouldn't worry too much about it, Handsome. You can put your hands on me. Enjoy this."

"Why are you a stripper?" Steve blurted and the woman narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to stammer, "I- I mean, uh-"

"I think the real question you want to know is why am I a stripper at night while I'm Betsy Ross during the day?" She asked, scooting closer to grind against his hips, "Because money. I gotta pay to live somehow. Although, considering Tony Stark paid almost eight months of rent, I might be able to quit my day job."

Steve thought about Kayla underneath some man, feeling him grind against her, and her laughing loudly and having a great time. He could try to do that too. He tentatively slid his hands up her thighs as she raised her arms up through her hair, causing it to fluff out and fall around her shoulders. She wiggled against him and eventually slung one arm around his neck as the other plucked away at the little buttons keeping her corset together, eventually letting go of Steve and grabbing both of his large hands to place them at the center, "All you gotta do is pull."

He did as he was told, immediately rewarded by a sheer red bra that her boobs barely fit into, and a G-string that he hadn't been aware was the only thing between her pussy and his slacks. Steve shook his head rapidly when he realized he was staring and the woman laughed, grabbing his cheeks and lifting his face to look at her as she ground herself against him again, "You're enjoying this. I can see it. Let yourself go. Worst case I get an extra ten grand, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell Kayla Ellis I turned on her future husband."

"I'll be married man in eight days." Steve said breathily, looking down his nose at her cleavage that pressed against him, and he felt her vibrate a little against him, realizing she was getting off on this more than he was. He met her eyes and thrust his hand into her hair to pull her closer, "I'm scared."

"Of this?" She asked as Steve's other hand ran the length of her spine to her plump, bare ass.

"Of getting married." He admitted, then leaned forward and kissed the stranger, not even knowing her name. She paused, then kissed him back, grinding against him until he moaned and pulled his head back. His blue eyes were lusty and he chased her lips for another kiss, feeling his cock harden as she moved her lips from his to the crook of his neck to suck on him, marking him as hers for the night.

Suddenly, Steve remembered himself and quickly stood, grabbing the mostly-naked stripper by the thighs to keep her from falling on her ass, "I'm sorry. Thank you for this, but I can't- I... it was very good, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't..."

"You do realize there isn't anything between us right? I'm literally humping you for money?" The woman asked bluntly, but Steve rubbed the spot on his neck she'd been sucking, feeling his heart thundering like a running horse. The woman sighed and reached her boots down to the ground, wiggling out of his grip, "You're a very handsome man, but you don't act like one. I expected you to be virtuous, but I never thought you'd be so scared." She mumbled and Steve froze, blinking slowly before smiling broadly. The woman's expression was one of confusion as Steve grabbed her and placed a chaste kiss to her lips, "You okay there, Bud?"

"Yeah. You just reminded me why I'm getting married. That's all." Steve said before scurrying out of the private room, pulling his cell phone out as he made a bee-line for the bathroom.