STEVE'S SECRET

Sorry it's been so long!

Steve walked through the main room in Avengers Tower.

"I'm going out for late dinner anybody want to come?" He asked the empty space. He didn't want anyone to say yes. He waited a moment before rushing to the elevator like an excited child despite being over 90 years old.

He revved his motorcycle and he was flying through New York City traffic.

"Well I'll be. It's your boyfriend Ashley! Again!" Ashley (A/N 1) nearly dropped the stack of dishes she was carrying.

"What? Really?" She set the trays down. "Does my hair look ok?" She patted down her long tresses. Ching ching. A shy Steve stumbled in.

"Good evening ladies, looking as lovely as ever if you don't pardon me saying it." He grinned shyly. Ashley inhaled sharply. He was the most attractive man she had ever met and she would never get used to it. His conservative clothing fit tight across his muscular chest. His blond hair was like golden sunshine and his eyes stared straight into hers, wise and gentle. He always talked sweetly like he was from a different time. He was too perfect and the first time he came in for lunch at the little diner she worked at she couldn't believe it. Samantha had called dibs as soon as he entered but then was to shy to actually approach him.

Ashley had wobbled over to the angel and been surprised to find him friendly and…interested? But how could a guy who looked like a god possibly be interested in her? That night Ashley had lied in bed, convinced he had been a vivid daydream. But less than a week later he was back. He said he couldn't stay away from their fries. Their fries were terrible though and he barely touched them. That was a month ago and since then he had been at least four times to the diner and no matter how often he came Ashley would never get used to his looks or charm.

"Steve! How yall doing!" She winced at her own southern accent. Steve grinned and sat down at his usual booth.

"I'm doing just fine. What I want to know is, how you're doing? How are your classes coming?"

"Great! I have a good feeling about this year. I just know I'm going to get accepted! So usual?" Steve nodded and she lingered so he answered her unasked question.

"My motorcycle's doing fine. Jarv- I keep it in great shape." Ashley had a passion for anything over 20 years old with a motor. She wanted to design cars one day that combined the fuel efficiency of today with a vintage look.

"That's good." Ashley smiled and walked away. She hated walking away from him; she wanted to stay in the warmth of his presence forever. She always wondered if he watched her walk away. He was too much of a gentleman to stare at her ass but she wondered if he watched her leave with the kind of longing she had for him.

Ashley served him and was disappointed to be caught up in a crowd of customers. When most of the customers were gone her manager told her to wash dishes in the back. With a longing glance at Steve she went back into the kitchen. She was stacking the plates up in the cabinet when her manager slid the keys over the counter to her.

"Make sure you lock all the doors." He left. The cook was long gone and Samantha winked as she past. Ashley was confused. She went back out into the restaurant to find Steve still there, the only customer left, waiting.

"Ashley," she felt woozy when he said her name. She had never felt that way about a guy before "Sit and talk with me a while?" Ashley nodded numbly and sat.

They talked for what seemed like moments in time, but really were hours. Steve evaded all questions she had about his past but she didn't mind. He asked her about her life and she rambled on. Ashley rambled on about old cars and old motors but Steve didn't really absorb it. He was content to listen to her talk about anything.

Natasha was in the kitchen, drinking milk straight from the carton when in walked one of her teammates. She froze, guilty. So did her teammate.

"Hey Natasha. Late snack? Well, goodnight."

"Not so fast Rogers." Natasha's eyes narrowed and her instincts kicked in. Natasha approached him and sniffed his jacket.

"Yep. Who is she?" Steve sighed. They sat down and he explained.

"…oh but Natasha, she wants to design old cars with new technology. She's so cute and just so passionate about it-"

"That's enough."

"What?"

"You know what. That's why you snuck out. You knew how dangerous it is." They stared each other down for a moment.

"Alright, you are obviously infatuated with this girl so listen and listen good. There are two steps in this process with this girl. You date her very, very secretively. You can not take her anywhere fancy or too public. We're not sure who knows your identity. They were pretty lax back in the 40's. If you decide you seriously like this girl and you want to take the next step you have to skip all the other steps normal people get and lock her up fast. We don't get to have those normal steps. Tony only gets to keep his girly because he has her under constant surveillance and protection. She is the safest person on the planet right now. You would have to marry Ashley and take her to live I don't know here probably. Do you understand?"

"Of course."

"It would be a huge responsibility making sure she didn't fall in harm's way. That's why Thor doesn't have his girl right now."

"I understand completely Natasha." She crossed her arms.

"Okay," She threw her arms around him "You really like this girl!"

Clint watched from his perch in the shadows. Natasha seemed so harmless in her pajamas. He grinned. He also watched as she greeted Steve very closely. They talked and she hugged him. Clint could pick out every hair on either of their traitorous heads from where he was but he couldn't hear a word they were saying (A/N 2). His heart felt like it had iced over and dropped into his stomach. For better or worse Natasha was the only one who could make him feel anything and believe he still had a heart.

He waited until Natasha was out of sight to leap down. He startle Steve.

"Um, Clint!"

Clint glared at the Captain and grabbed the liquor as he passed through the kitchen.

Suddenly it was silent. Tony turned, sparking blowtorch in hand. His blaring music had been shut off by none other than the golden boy himself.

"I'm proud that you knew how to shut that off."

"I don't know if I like your plan."

"You so easily forget: you're in charge of the-"

"I mean your secret plan."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're referring to. Jarvis!" The tasteless music came back on and Tony turned back to welding.

"If your plan is what I think it is then it better not end with an arrow shoved up my ass." Said Steve before leaving Tony's lab.

A/N 1: Ashley Johnson played the waitress in the Avengers movie. I thought Steve could have a cute fling with this sweet girl, more similar to girls of his time than most sluts he's probably meeting hanging out with Tony. I'm sorry I just used the actress' name because I'm not creative with names.

A/N 2: I read somewhere that Clint is 80% deaf. I don't know. It was crucial to the plot that he couldn't hear what they were saying.

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