Wow, you guys surprised me with the ridiculous amount of follows and feedback! Totally didn't expect it. I guess there a lot more Steve/Wanda fans out there than I expect. With that in mind, these "drabbles" are going to take a life of their own.
"On your right, Romanoff." Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were in Montreal for this mission, taking down Phillippe Gasol, a Quebec drug lord notorious for everything from contraband to human trafficking. They figured that grabbing a guy so close to home wouldn't hurt.
"Roger that. And on your left." The Black Widow kicked another thug in the gut, sending him flying into the door leading down a hallway, where the office of the drug lord was situated.
"You know, I might not ever get tired of this," said Steve as he dropped an unconscious guard and walked casually with Natasha down said hallway. "It suits me."
"Actually, that's Frank. Why do you think he's never around?"
"Beats me."
"Me too. By the way, you ever get around to asking out Wanda yet?"
Steve's eye's widened. "Um, no. Why, you trying to play matchmaker again?"
"No, I'm just wondering why you aren't taking advantage of a good situation. She's cute and looks up to you. If that's not a good dating situation I don't know what is."
Steve scoffed. He didn't have time for a personal life. The job, being an Avenger, was his life.
The two of them burst open the locked door at the other end of the hallway. The boss and his men had set up a barricade and began firing, but their bullets were no match for a vibranium shield. Natasha used the shield for cover as she shot the men one by one.
Finally, only the drug lord was left. Cursing in French, he made a desperate swing at Captain America. It was in vain, however, and the Captain easily dodged his arm and hit back with enough force to knock him out.
After making sure the room was secure, Natasha said, "If you're insecure, I'll set you and Wanda up. Not that hard really." She pulled out her phone and began texting.
"Nat, what are you doing? We're working right now."
"Nothing. Just texting a fellow teammate."
Steve sighed heavily. "Fine. I'll do it myself. Now stop pestering me about it."
"Only if you're as good as your word. Now let's clean up our mess and get this guy dropped off at the right place."
Steve agreed and went to business, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Getting a dating life opened up a new can of worms, one that Steve was rather naïve about.
Back at Avengers HQ, Steve gave some intel from the mafia boss's office on a USB to Ghost and Maria, who put it on their own high tech computer and began rummaging through it. This mafia boss Gasol was no ordinary fish. He was connected with lots of people around the world, and they figured they could take down the whole thing with one fell swoop.
"There's a firewall and some strong encryption on this thing," said Ghost. It's going to take some time."
"How long?" asked Hill.
"We're talking hours. Whoever this guy was working with, he didn't buy second hand."
"What exactly are we looking for again?" asked Steve. As far as he knew Maria had been running this op until he and Romanoff had been sent after Gasol.
"Our missing person," said Hill. The missing person in question was one of the recruits that had been kidnapped while on leave in New York. That was what Falcon and War Machine were after. The men who'd kidnapped him told the Avengers that they'd been hired to do that job for Gasol, who in turn was working for someone else.
Someone with a score to settle had been very careful to cover their tracks.
"Good to know we still care about him," said Steve about the missing persons case. Technically he still counted Bucky under that list, but with the job of being an Avenger taking up all of his time, the search for his best friend was on hold. "Later, Maria."
"Likewise," she said as she talked to Ghost about something on the USB. Steve walked out of the room and ran into Natasha and Wanda. Natasha had taken the young Sokovian girl under her wing for training, and they had just spent a good hour in the boxing ring, practicing. Wanda had no real physical strength to speak of, but she was trying, and that was what counted.
"How's training coming along?" Steve asked Wanda.
"Better," she replied. "I actually managed to punch Natasha without being blocked, even if it took thirty minutes."
"Practice makes perfect," said Natasha, already walking briskly towards wherever she was going to. Before leaving the two of them alone, she mouthed something to Steve: ask her out.
Steve cleared his throat before facing Wanda and her dark eyes again. "So Wanda, um… um…"
"Is something wrong?" Wanda asked.
Internally, Steve's mind began racing nervously before putting itself together. "You know, if you're not too busy tonight, there's a place down the road and I'd love for you to join me."
After saying that, Steve felt like half of a load had been let off his chest. The other half was waiting for Wanda's reply.
Finally she said "Sure. What time?"
"Umm… be ready around six-ish."
With that they departed for the time being, with another half of the load off his chest.
At five fifty, Steve Rogers paced himself in his room in the facility. He was no longer in uniform, but rather in the blue button down shirt and jeans he'd worn to Stark's party that Ultron had attacked some time ago. He was preparing to pick up the flowers that he'd prepared when Sam Wilson and walked in.
"Hey man," said Falcon. "Whatcha got there?'
"Oh," said Steve, "just flowers for a date. Call me old fashioned."
'You finally took my advice," said Sam with a grin. "And I doubt flowers on the first date is old fashioned. So who's the lucky girl? Wanda? Natasha? Don't tell me you're dating the Black Widow."
Steve shook his head and smiled. "Sam. Mind your own business. And what happened with that girl from Albany?"
Sam's smile turned into a frown. "Didn't work out. We got bored on the second date. Those things happen, y'know?"
"Actually, I do," said Steve, sadly thinking about the missed opportunity he had with Peggy Carter, and what she'd said to him in that vision: We can go home.
"Well, I gotta give some of the troops knife training, so I'll catch you later," said Sam. "Maybe you'll pop the frozen cherry down the road if you're lucky. Know what I mean?"
Steve shook his head again. He put on his jacket and headed to Wanda's room. He walked down two flights of stairs and knocked on the first door on the right.
Wanda opened the door. "Hey."
"Hey," he replied back, handing her the bouquet of flowers he had. "These are for you."
"Thank you, they are lovely." As she set the flowers down on a table in her room, Wanda used her powers to look into Steve's mind. He was fixated on seeing her out of her usual outfits. For the occasion, she'd picked out an expensive red dress (Stark, of all people, had paid for it), the same shade of red she'd make a trademark of. Steve had never seen her properly cleaned up, and he was glad that she did. She took his breath away.
Wanda was thinking the same thing about the super soldier standing just a foot from her. Dr. Erskine had truly created the perfect man. His puppy eyes, seemingly flawless physique like his could make any girl's heart melt. Wanda knew better than to fall immediately for it though. Half the guys in Sokovia with those looks were trying to get in her pants, though she had Pietro to keep them away.
She almost frowned at the thought of her brother, but didn't. She was focused on simply enjoying herself on whatever Steve Rogers had planned for the night, and kept that thought with her as Steve walked her out and opened the car door for her as they headed out.