MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Steve Rogers X Reader - Lover Boy

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy' by Queen. I thought this song fit Steve really well, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Letting Nat set you up on a blind date had been the last resort, you reminded yourself as you approached the restaurant with a tight knot forming in your stomach. You'd tried online dating and absolutely detested every second you spent scrolling through the ridiculously self-aggrandising bios. And you'd tried going on dates with guys you'd met in bars, only to realise that the reason you'd found them so attractive in the first place was the alcohol you'd been drinking when you'd first met. So, when you'd gone whining to Nat about your disastrous love life, of course, she'd suggested setting you up with one of her friends. 

At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Nat would never set you up with someone she thought was going to hurt you, and she knew you well enough to pinpoint your taste in men perfectly. But now, as you were seconds away from meeting the person she'd chosen, you were starting to wonder whether it was a good idea. You didn't even know the guy's name, let alone what he looked like, and it made you feel a little sick to be walking into anything whilst being so clueless.

You finally managed to calm your racing heart for just long enough to push through the door and into the restaurant, a burst of warm air hitting you as you approached the Maître D'. 

"Hi," you started, watching as the man smiled warmly at you as he glanced up from the paperwork in front of him. "I have a reservation for two under the name Romanoff," you pressed on, and the man nodded slightly.

"Wonderful," he hummed softly. "You're companion is at the bar. He mentioned this was a blind date," he told you, watching as you nodded, taking a deep steadying breath. "Well, your date arrived twenty minutes early for the sitting and has been hovering by the bar ever since. He seems plenty nervous enough for both of you." A chuckle slipped out of you at his words. "And if you don't mind me saying," he started again. "He's very handsome. I'm pretty sure a couple of the waitresses were hoping you wouldn't show so that they could be a shoulder for him to cry on," he continued as he marked your reservation off of his list. "If you'll just follow me, I'll show you to where he's waiting."

Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip. "Perfect." You paused as he rounded his little desk. "Sorry, can I ask you something?" He hesitated on the spot, waiting for your question. "Is he really that attractive?"

His brow furrowed slightly. "He's a very handsome man, Ma'am-"

"I know. But he's not going to take one look at me and go running out the door, is he?"

A small smile pulled at his lips. "No, Ma'am, he won't go running. He'd have to be a fool to do such a thing."

You nodded slightly, forcing a smile. "Thank you," you hummed. 

"He's waiting at the bar," he continued, leading you through the foyer and towards the bar. Perched on one of the stools was possibly the most attractive man you'd ever seen, studying the drinks menu like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever read. "Sir? Your date has arrived."

Your date's head shot up, finding you standing beside the Maître D' looking a little sheepish. And then he was scrambling to his feet to greet you. 

"Hi," he started. "I'm Steve. You must be Nat's friend." 

"Y/N," you responded quickly, suddenly wishing that your newfound emotional support waiter would stay at your side for the rest of the night. "It's lovely to meet you."

Steve nodded, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"Shall I show you to your table?" the Maître D' interrupted, and you quickly nodded, following him towards the table.