A/N: So, I'm guessing you guys liked that last chapter a little bit. Just a tad. Me too! I wasn't planning for that at all, it just kinda happened—Becky has a mind of her own. Ready to see the reaction? Let's go!

I remember the first time I kissed my now ex-boyfriend. He had walked me up to my door at the end of our second date, and I stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do. He leaned in and kissed me, and I was so nervous I swore I was going to throw up in his mouth. It was exciting, new, and made my stomach do a little flip. I had felt happy and a little scared.

Kissing Steve was an entirely different experience.

For the first few seconds after I kissed him, his lips didn't move. He stayed completely still and he did not touch me. I cupped his cheek with my free hand, begging him to reciprocate—what if I was wrong? What if he didn't feel the same way about me? Could I have been that stupid? How could I have let this—

And suddenly, all trains of thought vanished, because I felt Steve ever so lightly kiss me back. It was soft and sweet and gentle and the opposite of what every girl imagined her first kiss would be like with the man she was crazy about. It wasn't crazy, passionate, and intense—it was so much better.

Steve's lips moved gently against mine, and I felt his strong arms wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me close. It was completely thrilling and sent my stomach into a hysterical fit of butterflies. I didn't feel happy—I felt loved. I wasn't even scared—if Steve cared about me, what could ever hurt me?

He pulled away too quickly for my liking and pressed his forehead against mine. I kept my eyes shut and reveled in the tingling feeling on my lips, his hot breath coming out fast against my mouth. I was afraid for a split second to open my eyes and see his reaction, but I didn't care anymore. I had already crossed the biggest hurdle.

As my eyelids slid open, the first thing I saw was Steve's eyes pouring into mine. The blue orbs sparkled and shined like nothing I had ever seen. His grin was breathtaking and made his eyes crinkle at the corners. I breathed out a chuckle, smiling as wide as he.

"I guess this means you forgive me for lying," he whispered, and I laughed harder than I should—most likely due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"I don't really know what came over me," I said, still smiling like an idiot. "I saw the ring, and God, I just wanted to kiss you, I have for awhile actually—" I rambled, extremely nervous. Steve chuckled, his eyes getting somehow brighter.

"The feelings mutual," he said, making my heart pound even harder—was I going to have a heart attack at this rate?—"I was just nervous, and I didn't want to mess it up. I don't have much experience with this kinda thing, Becky, but I'm so crazy about you, I don't even know what to do with myself anymore, so I'm going to try as hard as I can for you."

"Steve," I breathed, my cheeks starting to hurt from my smile. I hadn't felt this happy in such a long time. It felt good to have someone care for you—and not just anyone. My Steve. "I don't care how much "experience" you have—I just want you. And don't go thinking I have the upper hand because I've dated before or anything like that—you and me, we're in this together. I just want you to care about me," I told him, sliding my hands down his chest, grabbing both of his hands.

Steve smiled, giving my fingers a squeeze. "I'm good at that."

I stood up on my toes, my mouth brushing against his. "I know you are." Steve kissed me this time, and I swore my knees were going to give out under me. He pulled away, placing a kiss on my forehead, and holding onto my hand as we continued to walk through Central Park. It was odd—we had arrived here in such bad conditions, and yet here we were—happier than I'd been in a very, very long time.

"You know, I've ever only kissed two other woman, before you," Steve said, out of the blue. He blushed and looked at the ground as he continued. "I don't know why I'm saying this. The first was when I was a teenager—my best friend Bucky dragged me to this party, and it was spin the bottle. The dame complained the whole time after I kissed her. The other was Peggy."

"You miss her, don't you?" I asked, my heart breaking for the man who held it.

"I think I always will," he said, looking at me. "But I haven't thought about her much, really. Not since I've met you. You've…you've shaken up everything I ever knew about myself," he said with a chuckle.

I smiled up at him. "In a good way?"

He grinned back, leaning down to whisper to me. "The best way possible."

To everyone passing by, we were probably disgusting. We were cheesy, romantic, cliché, but I didn't even care—I was so unbelievably overjoyed that the man I was falling in love with might just be falling in love with me, too.

"Thank you, by the way," I said, suddenly remembering why this whole afternoon had turned around in the first place. Steve looked at me quizzically. I glanced down at the ring wrapped around my pointer finger and smiled. "For getting the ring. It means more to me than you'll ever understand, and the fact that you searched for it all morning…I can't thank you enough, Steve."

He smiled, slipping his hand out of mine and wrapping it around my waist. "I think you already have. But it was no problem—it was important to you. I had to get it."

I kissed his cheek, wrapping my arms around him as we strolled through the park, getting quite a few glances as we went. Sometimes I forgot that Steve was a celebrity of sorts. He was too modest to acknowledge the fact, so he didn't try to disguise his features when we went out. A little boy, probably about four years of age, walked up to Steve at one point, offering him a wide smile. "Excuse me, mister, aren't you Captain America?"

Steve grinned, kneeling down to the child's level. "I sure am. What's that you got there?" he asked, referring to the red, white, and blue piece of cardboard in the boy's hand.

The boy smiled even wider and held it up to Steve. "It's my shield, just like yours!"

Steve looked at it, cracking a grin. "It looks incredible. Have you fought a lot of bad guys with it?"

The kid nodded, bouncing up and down on his heels. "I save the day all the time, just like you!"

Steve winked at the kid, ruffling his hair. "Keep it up, sport. I'll see you around." The boy waved as Steve and I walked away, a blush prominent on his face.

"He's not the only one who looks up to you, you know," I said, nodding toward a group of boys just off the path, staring admirably at Steve. "You saved everyone's lives—you're a superhero, Steve."

Steve shook his head while he waved at the boys. "I'm just a boy from Brooklyn."

"You're a whole lot more than that," I insisted as we found our way back at the entrance of the park, where Steve's bike was parked. "You're a man who loves society more than himself—and let me tell you, that's very rare in New York City."

Steve smiled and shook his head, sitting on the bike and pulling me down behind him. "Just doing what needs to be done."

I wrapped my arms around him, sighing as I leaned my head against the back of his neck. "You're a good man, Steve," I whispered as he started the bike. He twisted around, looking me in the eyes, and kissed me very softly before taking off back to Stark Tower.

"Sorry you have to be my chauffeur for the time being," I joked as we stopped at a light. I could feel Steve's laughter ripple through his body, making me grin.

"Trust me, I don't mind," he said, pulling into the garage at Stark Tower. "Riding my bike my with girl's arms around me makes for a pretty good situation."

My girl. How long had I been calling him "my Steve?" My Captain America. I had been saying that for days now, even though he hadn't necessarily been mine. Had he been saying the same thing about me? The thought made me blush.

Steve pulled into a parking spot but made no move to get up. "Everything alright?" I asked, moving one of my hands away from his stomach and onto his arm. He turned around to face me, looking at me intensely.

"Are you sure about this? About…us? I mean…even though he's joking, Tony's right when he says I really am old enough to be your grandfather. And let's not forget the fact that the whole reason I look like I do is because I'm some…science experiment. I'm not normal. And what if something happens again where I need to go and…save the world, I guess? I don't…I don't want you to depend on me, and then for something to happen where I can't be there for you anymore. You deserve everything normal, something you can rely on. Becky, I'm falling in love with you, but I don't want to cheat you out of a good, healthy life. You deserve a whole lot more than me," he whispered, his face drawn tight in between guilt and sadness.

"Steve," I said, a smile tearing up my face. I cupped his cheek with my hand and his eyes searched my face, anxious for my response. "I'm falling in love with you, too. And I know we haven't known each other all that long, but I don't care. You're it. Do you really think that I'm normal? I want us to be not normal together. And really…what's the point of getting to depend on another man if he's not you? I've never been so sure of something in my whole life, Steve. I've been heartbroken so many times anymore, but I trust you. I can depend on you."

The corner of Steve's mouth twitched up in a smile and he leaned in to kiss me gently. I don't think I'd ever get over the sensation—he had a distinct taste, like mint toothpaste and clean air, if that makes sense. He lips met mine so tentatively, like he was afraid to hurt me—which he probably was. "Thank you," he whispered when he pulled back. We stood up off the bike, Steve leading me into the building by the hand.

"Captain Rogers, Dr. Andrews," JARVIS said as soon as we reached the lobby. "Mr. Stark would like to see you."

Steve rolled his eyes, giving a light chuckle. "Alright then, take us up," he replied when we got on the elevator. We shot up, Steve shaking his head.

"What is it?" I asked. He cracked a grin.

"He knows," he stated. "We're both in for it." I laughed, just imagining the billionaire's reaction. This would be interesting. I leaned my forehead onto Steve's soldier, my face turning red already, and he kissed my forehead, still chuckling.

"Well, well, well," I heard immediately as the elevator doors opened. So it begins. "If it isn't the old man and his little girlfriend. Isn't this unethical? Is it even legal? JARVIS, check on that, this age difference thing has gotten out of hand—"

"Tony," Steve said, holding a hand up to silence him. "Would you rather me mope around your tower for months? She's the one who's getting me out in the world, which means out of your hair."

Tony raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips. "Getting confident, aren't we? What happened to shy little schoolboy Steve? The one who told me that "Rebecca is the most gorgeous, stunning, down-to—"

"Tony," Steve seethed, turning red quickly. I chuckled at him, squeezing his hand.

"Alright, get out, you're both sickening. And remember what I said about the moans, JARVIS will tell me—"

"OKAY, we're going!" I shouted, yanking Steve back into the elevator, rolling my eyes.

"I think he's perverted enough to video tape something like that," Steve mumbled when the doors shut. "And then sell it on eBay."

I turned to him, my eyes wide, and burst out laughing. Sometimes, the things that came out of Steve's mouth…

We reached our floor and walked down the hall, chuckling. "I think it's safe to say that today has been the best day of my life so far," Steve said when we reached our doors. I beamed, breathing out a giggle.

"And why would that be?" I questioned playfully.

"Hmmm…" he sighed, his face scrunched up. "It may have something to do with the fact that this beautiful woman kissed me, but I could be wrong."

I laughed, amazed at this new side of Steve. He was so comfortable with me now—he had barely blushed all day. I guess knowing that the person you're falling for is, in fact, falling for you, too, could do that to anyone. Steve was truly confident for the first time since I had known him.

"Do you wanna come in?" He asked, jerking his head inside his room. I nodded, walking in and sitting down on the couch in the sitting room. Steve had picked up an envelope off the kitchen counter, peering at the letter inside.

"'You have been cordially invited to the Grand Reopening Gala of Stark Tower,'" he read aloud, scanning through the rest of the invitation. "A gala? I hate parties."

I laughed, standing up and wrapping my arms around him. "Don't worry. I'll be your date."

I think I could get used to being Captain America's girlfriend.

A/N: Ah, lots of fluffy goodness. I know it was a bit of an overdose, but you guys deserved it. Now, we need to have a chat. In my original plan for this story, I had planned for an ending within two chapters from here. But, I have a problem—I'm far too attached to this story. So, if you guys would like, I'd continue writing it. I'd talk about Steve and Becky finally moving out of Stark Tower, their relationship evolving, Becky's friendship with Pepper, an evolving relationship with Tony and Steve, and I'd bring back in the rest of the Avengers for some surprises. Or, I could end it like I had planned in two more chapters. I could write a sequel, or I've even considered rewriting the story from Steve's perspective. It's up to you. Once upon a time, I started this story for me, but now, it's all about you. You guys mean the world to me, and I just want to make you all happy. So please, review, message me, let me know what you want. I'll take all your opinions and then decide what would be best for this story. I love you all so much.