Chatper 26 :D Enjoy :D
And thanks to my editor, Sarah, I guess that's what she would be considered, for reading it all and making changes :D

Sarah walked up to the cafe just as Steve was getting there. Giuseppe's was a little café where most of the seating was out doors. She smiled at him sweetly as he held her chair out for her and she sat down.

"You look tired." She commented a few minutes later. Steve honestly looked like he just woken up; his hair sticking up slightly in the back and his eyes were still droopy.

"Eh, I'm okay." He said, shrugging before he rubbed his hands down his face "I've been worse before."

"I'm sorry I woke you up" Sarah mumbled, looking away from the table slightly embarrassed.

"Stop apologizing, it's okay. If I didn't wake up soon anyways I would've been awake all night."

"Well what's wrong with being up all night? I'm usually always up all night." She said, holding her hands up in a questioning way as she cocked her head to one side.

"Well you know normal people usually need sleep."

"Are you saying I'm not normal?" She asked.

"Well I'm not saying that you are normal." He teased, suppressing a smile. Steve instead watched as Sarah's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

"Well fine then! I see how it is." She turned around in her chair and faced away from him.

"Sarah.." He said sighing deeply. It seemed waitress sensed tension and fighting as the waitress came over to them in two seconds flat.

"Hi!" She exclaimed cheerfully "Welcome to Giuseppe's can I start you guys off with some drinks?" She asked a smile plastered on her face.

"Water, please." Steve said.

"I want coffee." Sarah said smiling sweetly at the waitress, ignoring Steve in the background.

"Hey, I've seen you before" She paused, placing the tip of her pen on her chin in deep thought "You're Tony Stark's daughter! Yeah, I saw you on TV yesterday." The women exclaimed.

"Wow. I'm not even Sarah anymore, I'm Tony's daughter." Sarah said, groaning.

"You'll always be Sarah to me." Steve said, trying to get her to turn back around and look at him.

Sarah turned around and she smiled. "How nice of you Steve" She turned back around, her back facing Steve once again "I'm still angry with you."

"I tried." Steve said, smiling.

"Can I get an autograph Miss. Stark?" The women asked, tearing off a piece of paper from her order pad.

"Umm..." Sarah paused, slightly embarrassed "Sure, my last name isn't Stark though. It's Sttop." Sarah corrected her, so that the woman wasn't confused when she signed it.

"Oh I just figured that you had taken your fathers last name."

"Well I'm planning on it someday; I just haven't really had time lately. A bunch of things have came up." Sarah explained. The girl handed Sarah the piece of paper which Sarah signed with a huge curly-q signature. Sarah handed it back to her and smiled "Here you go."

"Thanks!" She smiled and pocketed the piece of paper "I'll be right back with your drinks."

"That was nice." Steve said, trying for a second time to get Sarah to talk to him.

"Well duh. Unlike some people," Sarah said giving him a pointed look, "I'm nice."

"Hey now!" Steve said defensively, "I'm very nice. You can't be Captain America and not be nice."

"I know." Sarah said, smiling at him which he returned as the waitress came back.

She handed them their drinks and this time her attention was on Steve. "Aren't you Captain America?" She asked him, smiling a dazzling smile.

"Yes Ma'am I am." He replied, returning her smile, but seeming confused as to why she cared so much.

Just then Sarah's phone rang causing Sarah to jump and Steve and the waitress to turn and stare at her. She answered it without looking at the caller ID, thinking it was her mom.

"Hello?" She said.

"Good morning Sarah." She heard the voice say on the other side of the line and she froze. She looked at Steve who gave her a questioning look.

"I'll be right back." She mouthed to him, and the waitress turned her attention back onto Steve.
Once she was far enough away that Steve wouldn't be able to hear her, she spoke "Why did you call me James?" She demanded.

"I wanted to hear your voice darling."

"Don't you 'darling' me you asshole."

"Don't be like that Sarah."

"Seriously you don't even have the right to call me by my name anymore. Leave me alone."

"You're acting like I hurt you."

"Well I wonder why that is." She said, sarcastically.

"And there's the sarcasm I've been waiting for." The smile on the other end of the phone was obvious, and it made Sarah sick.

"I don't think my dad would be happy to know that your attempting to contact me."

"I'm not scared of your dad." He said slightly confident, but Sarah could detect fear in his voice.

"What about the whole Avengers team coming after your sorry ass? I can make it happen."

"The more you resist, the more intriguing you are."

"Good bye James. Leave me alone." She said and she hung up. She walked back to the table, practically shaking from anger.

"Who was that?" Steve asked as she sat down.

"James" She growled. Steve's eyes narrowed when she said his name.

"What did he want?"

"He just wanted to hear my voice." She said, putting air quotes around just and voice. "Let me tell you, I had some choice words for him." She sighed and rubbed her temples.

Steve scooted his chair closer to hers and rubbed her back comforting her. "Are you okay?" He whispered to her and she nodded.

"I think so" She said, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm angrier at him then I am sad or hurt right now."

She leaned into his side and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "I just want all this to be over."

"I know. It will be soon." He whispered, trying to comfort her.

The waitress came back, her mouth slightly up turned at the sight of Steve hugging Sarah. She really didn't think she had a chance with him, but it never hurt a girl to try.

"So umm.. Are you ready to order?" She asked, her voice losing some of the flirty flair she had originally had. Sarah noticed the change and realizing that the girl had been hitting on Steve earlier. Sarah sat up in her chair and glared at her for a moment before smiling an incredibly fake smile at the girl.

"I'll have your finest grilled cheese." She said, smiling a sweet, fake smile, letting the girl know that she had noticed her flirting and that she needed to stop. The waitress picked up quickly on it and she smiled and equally fake smile back at Sarah.

"Of course." she said. Steve looked between the two girls, not understanding what was going on. It was like they were having a secret conversation in their minds.

"I have no idea what just happened." Steve said slowly, shifting slightly uncomfortably in his seat, "But I'm going to pretend I didn't notice anything."

Sarah patted the back of his hand, "That's probably best."

He shook his head. "I don't understand women." causing Sarah to laugh lightly.

"You don't have to understand us. Just deal with us."

"Anyways," Steve said, turning back to the waitress to order, "Can I just get a basket of fries?"

"Uhh sure." The girl wrote down the orders, and stuck her pencil behind her ear. "I'll be back with your food soon." She turned on her heel and walked away.

As soon as the girl was out of ear shot, Sarah groaned. She put her hands over her eyes and set her elbows on the table. "Sometimes I really hate girls." She said.

"That's weird coming from a girl." Steve said, laughing slightly.

"No, it's really not." Sarah explained, she moved her hands away from her face and took a sip of her coffee. "Girls are mean to each other, and if you didn't just notice, crazy competitive."

"Um, yeah." Steve said, slightly confused, "you care to explain what just happened there?"

"Oh" Sarah paused once again "sure." Sarah was silent for a moment and Steve could tell she was thinking of the best way to word it. "I guess the best way to explain it would be to start from the beginning. Well I said how girls can be competitive right? Well if another girl moves in on a girls territory then the second girl gets mad and lets the first girl know that it's not appreciated."

"Umm..." Steve laughed, still confused. She had actually made him more confused than he was in the first place.

"Long story short, she flirted with you and I got jealous and mentally told her stop and she got the idea." Sarah said, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

Steve look amused. He raised his eye brows "Jealous?" He asked.

"It's a typical feeling of girls." Sarah said, looking away from him. While jealousy was a typical feeling, she had never gotten jealous like this before. In fact, she had never even really been jealous over something like another girl hitting on the boy she was with before. When she had been with James, she had always brushed off the other girls because James had always made it very obvious that they were together when they went out. He had always been holding her hand and kissing her cheek or her nose, but this was Steve and Steve could be slightly clueless when it came to girls. Maybe that's why she felt so jealous, she needed to protect Steve from the other girls. Steve was hers, wasn't he? She wasn't sure what they were exactly. Were they dating, or what? She wasn't good at this.

"Why are you jealous?" He asked, curious. He didn't think he was anything special, he was just a kid from Brooklyn. If anything, he should be jealous of all the famous more socially acceptable and well known men she could be with.

"I, honestly, don't know. I've never gotten jealous over a guy before."

"Shocker, Sarah doesn't know something." Steve joked.

She smirked at him, "There are a lot of things I don't know, for your information."

"Like what?"

"Like... Umm..." She thought for a moment. "Ooh here's a good one! How can I know what I don't know if I don't know it?" She said, looking confident.

"I know that there's such thing as quantum physics but I don't know what the heck it is." He pointed out and the confidence on her face faltered. She opened her mouth to talk, but having nothing to say, closed it again. Her eye brows knitted together as she was thinking.

"Well you've done it now." Sarah said, after a few minutes, throwing her hands in the air.

Steve had been twiddling his thumbs while she was thinking. He looked up at her, "What did I do?" He asked.

"I can't come up with an answer. You've broken my brain." She said, sighing.

"Sorry." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Just then the waitress came back with both of their food, and after giving Sarah a nasty glare, turned around and walked away. Sarah gave Steve a "see-what-I-mean" look.

While Sarah and Steve ate their food, they made small talk. He'd ask about her work and her music while she'd ask about the various missions he'd been on. When they were finished eating, the waitress came, handed Steve the check before taking their plates and leaving the pair behind.

"How much to I owe?" Sarah asked, reaching for her purse.

"Don't worry about it." Steve said, pulling out his wallet and getting out his money to pay for it.

"Steve. I'm not going to let you pay for me." She said, pulling her wallet out of her purse.

"Sarah, I was raised to always pay for my girl." He explained to her.

"Well I was raised to be independent and not need a guy to pay for lunch for me." Sarah snorted, her stubbornness becoming even more evident then it was before.

"I understand that you're independent, trust me," he exhaled a laugh "you're one of the most independent people I know, but please, let me pay for you." He explained, "I would feel bad if I let you pay." He watched as she looked at him for a moment, she bit the corner of her bottom lip and her eyes analyzing. She scrutinized him for a moment, thinking about what he said and weighing her own morals vs. his.

"Alright fine. You can pay." She held up her hands in defeat "But I get to leave tip.".

Steve nodded in agreement, "that seems fair."

"But next time, I get to pay." Sarah said, smiling at him.

He smiled, "Okay, I can deal with that." They paid and promptly left the restaurant.

"Are you going back to the tower?" She asked him, as they walked away from the restaurant.

"Eventually; I might just walked around for a while, you know, sight see for a bit." He said thoughtfully, thinking about where he wanted to walk to as he shoved a hand into his pocket.

"Well then, do you want to walk to my car with me? I had to use a car garage a few blocks from here." She explained, "And I'd rather not walk by myself if I don't have to." She added quickly, thinking of the phone call from earlier.

"Of course." He said, he reached for her hand and smiled when he felt her fingers wrap around his. He squeezed her fingers and he watched her smile to herself. They were silent for a few moments as they walked on, just enjoying the presence of each other. "Sarah?" He asked, nervously.

"Yes?"

"What are we?" He asked.

"Homosapiens." She replied, cheekily grinning up at him. "Or if you want to be more specific, masses

of fatty tissue and muscle."

"That's not what I meant." He said, chuckling slightly.

"Then say what you mean." She said, sarcastically.

"What are we?" He clarified, gesturing between the two of them.

"Like, Am I your girlfriend?" She asked, quietly. She spoke with such a soft airy voice that Steve barely heard her speak.

"Yes, I mean, if you want to be." He said.

She was quiet. She did like Steve, a lot, and she knew that he wouldn't intentionally hurt her, but she wasn't sure she could handle it if something did happen badly between them. She also couldn't stand not being him. She smiled up at him.

"I'd like that." Steve stopped suddenly, grabbing Sarah's waist, brought her in close and kissed her. He kissed her slowly and softly and she melted into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. Sarah didn't care that she would probably be all over the front pages tomorrow, she only cared about this moment with Steve and she wanted it to last forever.

Steve pulled away first, "Sarah, we're in public."

"Boo." She said, pouting slightly.

"Plus I think you need to get back to work." He said, grabbing her hand again and leading her away to her car.

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