Chapter Two – Steve
The chairs on this ship were not the most comfortable, but Steve made-do. He curled himself up so that the majority of his body was cushioned by his suit. In this position he could feel his bum poking out over the edge. But he was sure no one would notice. Although he didn't entirely want no one to notice. There was one of the Avengers whom Steve wanted to notice this muscle group poking out in a somewhat provocative manner, if viewed from the right angle.
It was that very Avenger who filled Steve's brief dream during the remainder of the flight to Hawkeye's safe house. Steve was sitting at a perfectly round table, topped with china of the finest kinds, and champagne flutes full and bubbly, watching the festivities of the chorus girls and brass bands. He was in full uniform, and this made him feel important. Captain America, they called him. He liked it. Sitting there in his full regalia, Steve puffed out his chest and laughed along with some of the older ex-army generals who were sharing his table.
It was then he sensed a strong, forceful presence behind him, and a gruff voice spoke.
"May I have this dance, sir." This was very odd. Not only was there no dance music playing, but there was also no one up out of their seats dancing, other than those employed for the night's entertainment. Steve turned around and his eyes were met by a pair of tight pants which were bulging unashamedly at the groin. He gulped and moves his eyes up this thick, muscly body standing before him.
As the Captain took in every detail, he realised he was sitting below Thor. Thor, the man who he was deeply in love with, but would never dare admit it. Though he had no worries in admitting it to himself.
Thor's outstretched hand was beckoning to him. Steve took hold of the textured hand and was led by the gentle giant to the makeshift dance floor in the centre of the room. All eyes were probably on the pair, looking on in shock or horror. But Steve didn't care. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and he wasn't going to let in end of anything.
As the craft began to tremble and bang, with Hawkeye navigating the landing, Steve was slowly bought out of his dream world, and he shifted his bum in the seat, again trying to make sure Thor would take notice. He had sworn there were looks shared between them, though he just hoped they weren't looks of disgust from the Norse God.
"Coming in to land, guys!" said Hawkeye, looking out onto the grassy hills outside the windshield. "Get your things together. She's so looking forward to meeting you all."