rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. wilson + flirting

"damn. you ever see a woman that fine, steve?"

you roll your eyes, smiling into your drink. wanda elbows you playfully.

steve sighs. "i don't know the correct answer to that question."

"what do you mean?" you turn to look over your shoulder to where they stand together, and suppress a giggle at sam's incredulous face, which you can see clear as day, even from the other end of the bar.

"sam, i'm not gonna make a comment like that about your girl," cap says with a chuckle.

sam tsks quietly. "i wish i was lucky enough to be able to call her my girl." he catches you watching him, then pushes his drink into the hand of an exasperated steve. "'scuse me."

you turn back to wanda, and she starts up a conversation about nothing while you feign aloofness.

wanda narrows her eyes at sam approaching, then winks at you and leaves her stool.

sam sidles up next to you, leaning against the bar so that his muscles press against the nice material of his jacket. "hey there."

"hi, wilson." you take a sip of your drink, trying to stay in character. "you know i have enhanced hearing, right?"

"not the only thing about you that's enhanced."

you burst into full, happy laughter. "that's actually your worst line yet."

"mm. well, it's true." he grins at you.

"you're... ridiculous." you poke at his bicep, suddenly shy. "i'm a little tired. can we go home now?"

"yeah, baby." you set down your drink and take the arm he offers. "can't wait to walk around, show you off."