A/N: If you don't like the character's, plot or pairings, then don't read.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Captain America, only my character/s

WORD COUNT: 2, 820

Chapter 4:

First Date.

Seph put the car in park as she looked to Joey, who was cradling his vintage Captain America comic.

"Okay, now, be good and I'll come back to pick you up when the date ends, okay?" Seph said, watching him sternly.

"I know, Aunt Seph. Have a good time with Captain America." Joey mumbled, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Hey, kiddo," she placated him, hesitantly placing a hand on his head and she felt him stiffen at her foreign touch, "after school, come by Poppy's, I'll arrange a little meeting. If this date goes well, 'kay?" Her voice was soft, just like it used to be, two years ago. Before everything went to hell.

"O-okay." Joey murmured and she patted his hair, before pulling her hand back.

"Tell Joanna I said 'hi'." Seph looked on as Joey slipped out of the car, waving a hand behind him as his farewell as he approached his friend's house.

Seph sighed, rubbing her forehead before starting the car and she drove back to the apartment to get ready. It was 5:00 now.

(..)

6:30 eventually rolled around and she was sitting on her couch, ramrod straight.

Seph clutched at her bag, biting her berry red lip. She was wearing black tights that were faux leather with black high-heeled ankle boots with a gold zip on either side, with a white long sleeved shirt, the neckline dipped to show her impressive cleavage and as the large gold belt cinched around her waist, the hem flared out, barely touching her hips as she clutched at her white cashmere double breasted jacket. Barbara had bought it for her as a Christmas present.

Knock, knock.

Seph turned her head to look at the door, taking a deep breath. She stood and walked toward the door and she slowly opened it.

Steve was there in glossy black shoes, black slacks, a deep blue button-down shirt and a black suit jacket, holding a single lavender rose. "I thought you might like simplicity over grandeur." He said, looking at her with warm eyes.

Seph's anxious expression turned into a breathtaking smile. "Thank you, Steve. And you're very right." She took the rose and sniffed it softly, before she looked up at him and his answering smile was blinding, "oh, please come in and I'll just grab a vase." Seph opened the door for him and closed it behind him before walking to the kitchen to hunt down a vase while Steve looked around her two bedroom apartment.

"You have a nice place." Steve complimented and he heard her thanks before he decided to look around the apartment. It was warm, not too small where it was cramped but not too big so it felt lonely even though there were two people living in the same space. Her colour scheme was white with taupe with bold colours splashed around the apartment.

He bent down to look at one of the decorative tables that was littered with photo frames and he smiled to see a young Persephone with her arm around a carbon copy of her. Her twin. Persephone's twin looked like her so much that is near impossible to tell them apart.

But Steve could.

The slight crooked shape of her twin's mouth when she smiled and how her hair was three shades darker with less red, it becoming more chestnut instead of auburn. It also was a clear indicator that the twin was different than Seph, by her body shape. Seph was curvy even when she was younger, though skinnier, but her twin was lean, athletic. Also, her eyes were an indigo blue. Not hazel.

Their cheeks were pressed together as they smiled broadly at the camera, their eyes alight with love and affection for each other.

"That's Barbara. My sister." Steve jumped and turned to see Seph looking at him with a sad smile on her face. He didn't even hear her come back.

She was holding the dainty vase and she set it down on the glass coffee table, before looking back to him. "You didn't tell me she was your twin."

"You never asked." Seph countered, walking toward him and she took the picture from its place and she sighed. "We were inseparable. I used to call her Babs. And if I really wanted to piss her off, I'd call her Barbie." Seph chuckled at the distant memory. "My Mum took the photo that day, we were sixteen and at a coffee shop. It was winter, see?" Seph pointed to the knitted beanies and the matching scarves. Seph was wearing white while Barbara was wearing yellow. Their red-tipped noses and red cheeks were identical as snow fell around them.

"You look so happy." Steve commented, placing a hand on her shoulder and she leaned into him.

"I was. We were just being silly and having some fun." Seph smiled reminiscently before setting the frame down and she looked up at him. "Ready?"

Steve nodded and grabbed her jacket from the chair as she took her bag and Steve helped her into her jacket and she did it up. "Ma'am." Steve held his hand for her and she took it, smiling.

"Why thank you, Mr. Rogers." Seph played along as they walked out of her apartment and she locked the door, before they went downstairs to see his motorcycle parked outside. "Okay, I should warn you, I find men who ride motorcycles to be insanely attractive." Seph waggled her eyebrows playfully as she followed Steve and mounted the bike behind him.

"I'm winning points already." Steve grinned as the bike roared to life and slowly peeled out from his parking spot, before setting course on the road.

Seph wrapped her arms around his middle, setting her hands flat against his chest and she could feel his muscles underneath the shirt. "You're winning more right now." She whispered in his ear, making her date shiver in response.

Steve picked up the pace, making her squeal and laugh delightedly and they raced down the road toward their destination.

(..)

Half a block away, Steve slowed down and told Seph to close her eyes for the surprise.

Seph, who was delighted, obeyed and kept her eyes shut for the duration of the ride, before the engine died and he helped her off the bike, making her smile and he gently slid his hand over her eyes. "No peeking."

"I would never." Seph poorly executed the seemingly offended line, before she burst into giggles and they walked into wherever they were, since Seph couldn't see.

She heard the ding of an elevator, but it was quite where they were and they entered and Steve must have pushed the floor number, because the elevators door shut and she felt the pull of the box lifting them up.

It was then it became noticeable that there was soft jazz music playing as they started to reach higher in the building and she smiled.

"I thought this was going to be a simple date." Seph quipped and the elevator dinged once more and the doors opened.

"I said you like simplicity over grandeur," Steve reiterated as he slowly removed his hand and she opened her eyes, "but that doesn't mean I can't indulge you." He finished as she took in the scene before her.

She was in the Avengers tower, looking around with wide eyes as a small round table with a white satin sheet draped over with their first course set out, kept warm by silver plate warmer with a candle in the middle of the table with their forks and knives set out and their glasses as the large room was dimmed, the lights turned just enough so she could make out nearly everything but it was still romantic. The floor to ceiling windows showed the city underneath, twinkling.

The soft jazz music played gently in the background, but there was no stereo that she could see.

"Oh, Steve. ." Seph whispered, a hand to her mouth. "This is. ."

"Too much?" Steve asked, suddenly looking nervous. "I told Stark that this was too much. I-"

"No." Seph said, grabbing his hand, before she turned to look at him, a broad smile on her face, "it's wonderful. Simple and elegant." Steve's worried expression melted and he smiled in relief.

"Thank God." He helped her out of her jacket and they walked to their table before he hung her jacket over the side and he pulled the chair back for her to sit.

"Thank you." Seph took her seat and he helped her in before he took his own seat and a hand came into view and took the silver plate warmer and she looked up to see a young man taking both warmers and he smiled.

"Hello, my name is George and I will be your waiter for this evening. Your entree is cheese ravioli with a pumpkin sage sauce. And in the ravioli is fresh chicken. And for beverages, Mr. Stark has selected the Verdicchio, if you would like to change anything, please just ask." George was kind.

He had brown curly hair that fell to his collarbone and impressive caramel brown eyes. He was young, maybe nineteen with dimples when he smiled.

His girlfriend or boyfriend was very lucky.

"I think I'm happy with the choices, George, thank you." Seph grinned broadly up at the waiter and Steve softly smiled in return to the waiter.

"I'm happy too. Thanks, George."

"Enjoy your first course." George parted with that.

Seph speared a ravioli piece onto her fork and she took a tentative bite out of it, before her eyes closed. The flavors burst in her mouth like fireworks. "Mmm, this is so good!" Steve nodded, watching her as he also ate, even though his stomach was rumbling and begging him to shovel faster.

His mother taught him to be a gentleman in front of a lady.

Steve lifted his glass of Verdicchio to her, "to. ." he found himself stuck

"To live in the moment." She raised her glass, her voice soft as she looked at him with a serene expression on her face.

"To live in the moment." Steve echoed as they clinked their glasses and took a sip from the wine.

A sip for Seph turned into a gulp and a gulp turned into the entire glass gone, Steve just watching her as her cheeks turned a bright shade of red.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I could never really savor my wine."

Steve chuckled before drinking the rest of his, "now we're even."

Seph giggled as they ate and continued to talk.

(..)

George came out with their main course. "Tomato and caper linguine." He announced, refilling their glasses before taking his leave to help the chef with the dessert.

"We're going for a pasta theme today." Seph grinned, not complaining since she loved pasta.

"I hope you don't mind. I thought you might like it." Steve blushed gently.

"I love it, thank you. Pasta is one of my favourite dishes of all time. Any pasta is my favourite." Seph moaned as she ate the linguine with the same look of bliss.

Steve found it incredibly arousing, even though he would never state that out loud.

She was something else.

(..)

Seph had gone to the bathroom to freshen up, so Steve took the opening and quickly stood, abandoning their empty plates and he stood in the middle of the room, which Tony had converted it into a dance floor just for the two of them. "JARVIS?" Steve asked, politely.

"Yes, Captain?" JARVIS was quick to respond like always.

"When Persephone walks into the room, can you play that song I requested?"

"Certainly, Captain Rogers." JARVIS' disembodied voice filled the room before it was left empty. The only sound was the nervous tapping of Steve's foot and the soft jazz music playing in the background on a loop.

Suddenly, Fever by Michael Buble started to play as Seph reentered the room, her lips curving into a seductive little grin as she mimed the words.

"Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear - you give me fever."

Steve held out his hand for her, a nervous smile on his face. "May I have this dance, Miss. Brandt?" His voice shook slightly.

Seph nodded, walking toward him as her hand slid into his, "yes you may, Captain."

"Now you may have to bear with me. I don't really know how to dance." Steve revealed, one of his hands on the middle of her back and the other holding her hand out and she beamed.

"Lead the way, Steve."

They slowly started to sway to the music as they looked into each other's eyes. Hazel on blue.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight."

Steve had been fearing that he was going to step on her toes or stumble into her, but that wasn't the case.

They were familiar with each other, every step was smooth and perfect just as perfect as they were in sync with the beat of the song.

They were made for each other.

As he became more confident in his dancing skills, Steve was a lot more bold than at first.

"Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right."

Steve's hands slowly traveled to her hips as Seph's slid to his shoulders as she pressed closer against him, fearing that he'd pull away, but found that he was more than okay with it. Steve grinned cockily before spinning her away from him and she giggled, following his lead before he twirled her back in his arms.

Now she was facing away from him, her back pressed against his chest as his head dipped and nuzzled her neck, his hands sliding around her waist.

"You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
 Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night."

Seph felt his lips press against the dip where her shoulder meets her neck and she bit her lip gently.

"Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know." Seph sang along with Buble

"Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.
Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said 'Julie baby, you're my flame'
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth."

Steve whirled Seph back to face him as his hand slid down to her thigh and hitched it over his thigh. "Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth." As the instrumental started, Seph and Steve whirled around the dance floor, never leaving each other's arms.

"Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
 When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said 'Daddy-O don't you dare'
He gives me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh Daddy won't you treat him right!"

Seph laughed sensually as she turned around so her back pressed against Steve and she added a little modern to the classic. Her hands slid over his hips and as her own hips swayed tantalizingly, her entire body rubbed against him as she went lower and lower. She crouched until her head was just at his belt, her smoldering eyes never leaving his.

Steve couldn't take it and grabbed her hands, pulling her up and he tugged her to him, making her whirl once more before he dipped her low just as the song started to end.

"Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn."

Steve looked down at Seph, their smiles slipped off their faces as they leaned in slowly.

"What a lovely way to burn."

Their lips were just inches apart, their breath mingled and Seph closed her eyes in anticipation.

"What a lovely way to burn."

Someone smashed through the window, guns blazing.