rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + first boba drink

"no hesitation, rogers."

"you're makin' me nervous."

it's a comical image in front of you: your bulky, superhuman best friend wearing sunglasses, a dark leather jacket, and a cap tipped over his eyes, all against the cheery, colorful backdrop of your favorite boba shop.

"3, 2, 1... go." in a sharp movement, you both stab your drinks. steve flinches, and you laugh. "slow, okay? don't want you to choke."

per your suggestion, steve had ordered a blended coffee with tapioca—something familiar, yet also something new. you watch the dark bubbles rise through the thick plastic straw and into his mouth.

he blinks in surprise. "it's a lot squishier than i thought," he says, while chewing slowly.

"you like it?" you feel like you're grinning like an idiot.

"i do." his voice remains quiet under the noise of the blenders, the asian pop music, and the chatter of other customers. he wipes his mouth with the back of a finger.

how long have you been looking at his lips? quickly, you direct your attention to the little chibi-style characters printed on the plastic cover of your drink and take a long sip.

"can i try yours?"

"yeah!" there's enough room at the top of your drink for a second stabbing. you glance over your shoulder, spotting the bucket with the extra straws.

before you can leave your table, steve's slightly damp hand closes around yours, lifting your milk tea to his lips.

"oh," you squeak, as steve strokes his thumb over your skin, the pink blush in his cheeks a pretty color against the bright blue paint on the walls.

he nods in approval as he replaces the drink on the table.

"steve."

your entire body jumps when he pushes his fingers between yours, your palms meeting, your drink forgotten. he squeezes.

"what are you doing?" you whisper, trying to pull back the nervous smile breaking across your face.

"not hesitating."

his lips are cold against yours, but sweet, too.