Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers-Blind Date Gone Perfect

Dedicated to:
SharlotteMayfair

Steve glanced outside the shop window, lifting the cup of coffee to his mouth and taking a long sip. Thats what it was all about. Making sure to be perfectly natural, to blend in and be apart of the background crowd. This was his mantra as he set his cup down and tapped on the table impatiently.

"Look, man. I know you don't like blind dates, but at least relax. I'm not that bad of a matchmaker." Sam muttered into his earpiece.

"Yeah, I know. It's just been awhile, alright? I'm a little rusty."
Steve watched as Sam, who was sitting just a few seats away with the same old cap-and-glasses disguise, glanced over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin.

"Awhile? That's what we're calling it?"
"Do me a favor and eat your muffin, Wilson." Steve mumbled.
Sam snickered before turning back around.

It wasn't that he was nervous.
Okay, maybe a little.

Every time the door pushed open and a young woman would walk in, he'd tense up but luckily, none of them seemed to be his date.
Soon, the set time came and passed.

Ten minutes...
Fifteen...
Twenty...

"Sam, I don't think she's coming." Steve said. He let out a tiny breath of relief. For some reason, he didn't feel at all disappointed.
"Come on, just a little longer."

"Fine. Ten more minutes and we're out of here." He huffed.
"Enjoying your date?"
Steve perked up, his head whipping around to see Bucky a few seats away from Sam. He winked at Steve before sliding a pair of sunglasses on.

"This just got a lot worse." Steve groaned.
"Define worse."

Another more feminine voice sounded through the earpiece and he subtlety turned his upper half to see Natasha, Wanda and Tony spread out through the rest of the little diner.
"You're kidding."
"Hey, we're just here for a bite to eat. Don't mind us." Tony said.
"You guys will be the death of me." He muttered into his coffee cup.

"Now we wouldn't want that, would we?"
"Clint, you're not even in the diner."
"No, me, Pietro and Bruce are on the roof. Thor and Loki are sitting in the car across the street. We can't all fit in there, ya know." Steve peered out in shock as Thor rolled down the tinted window of the small black car and waved, Loki smirking from beside him.

"Guys, you don't—"

He didn't get to finish his sentence when he was distracted by the door opening once again and this time, a young woman looking like she just rolled out of bed walked in.

She wore dark grey sweats, a maroon sweater that was two times bigger than her, and slip on sandals over mismatched socks.
One white, one yellow. Her hair was in two braids and she rubbed her eyes tiredly before looking up at the menu.

Steve didn't think he'd seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful.

Before he could stop himself, he was approaching her and holding out his hand with a fast blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Hi, I'm Steve. Steve Rogers. I couldn't help noticing you when you walked in."
"Is it my socks? Because if it is, I'm colorblind."
"Really?"
"Nah, I'm just messin'. How can I help you, Steve Rogers?" She asked, shaking his hand firmly.

"W-well, I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to join me for breakfast?" He managed to say.
She smiled, but he could see a look of regret in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I really wish I could. I have to go to work pretty soon, so I stopped by for something to munch on." Steve's face fell a little and even though he cringed at himself for doing so, he couldn't help it.

"But, you know what? How about this? We can meet here tomorrow morning. I'd love to have breakfast with you, then." She said hurriedly, giving him a nervous smile.

"Y-yeah, I'd like that. I'd really like that."

Steve brightened as she pulled a napkin and pen from the counter and wrote down her number, handing it to him when she was finished.

"I'll see you tomorrow around 6:30?"
"It's a date."

Steve watched as she walked out of the diner without ordering anything and disappeared around the corner. A flood of warmth filled his chest and he shuddered from the sudden feeling. He was more than excited for the next day and the warmth was replaced with a huge rush of euphoria at the mere thought of spending time with her.

"Well, what fruitful efforts. My hat off to you, old man." Tony interrupted Steve's dazed thoughts and he shook his head before sitting back down.

"Although I have to say, her choice of socks is very interesting." Clint chimed in.
"You're on the roof, Clint, you couldn't have seen her."
"Oh, we moved to the car. Bruce was getting a little wind whipped up there." Steve rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet to leave a few bills on the table.

"Wait, what about the date Sam set up for you?" Wanda asked.
"Want me to go find her?"

"Nat." Bucky said in a warning voice.
"I was kidding."
"No you weren't."
"And what about it, Barton?"
"Alright, alright. I'll see you knuckleheads back at the Tower." Steve exclaimed.

"Roger that."
"See ya."
"Hawkeye, OUT!"

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The Next Morning

"Move! I can't see!"
"So help me, Stark, if you don't get your elbow out of my face-"
"Quiet, quiet there she is!"

They watched as you strolled down the sidewalk and into the shop, your face immediately lighting up at the sight of Steve.
He was equally happy to see you and instead of shaking your hand, he gave you a big hug.

"This much closer to first base." Clint snickered, scooting closer to Natasha. Everyone fell silent as you two sat down after ordering and began to delve into conversation. The way you looked at each other made them feel as though they were intruding on a particularly intimate moment and some of them looked away in a small fit of shame.

"He looks very happy." Thor said suddenly.
"This is the happiest I've seen him since we found Bucky. And that's saying a lot." Sam muttered.
"Tony, your elbow is now digging into my hip." Natasha snapped.
"I can't help it!"
"You can if you try!"
"Your foot is in my face, Stark."
"Loki, if you want my foot up your-"
"That's it. I'm never stuffing myself into a van with ANY of you EVER again."

Ignoring them all as they began to argue, Bucky looked at the two of you fondly. Never mind that he was planning Steve's wedding, honeymoon and becoming the godfather of his first child-which he was solemnly wishing would be a girl. He had never seen his best friend look so happy and he hoped, beyond anything, that you'd be the one for him.

Bonus

"See that black van across the street?"
"Yeah?"
"My friends are in there. They're watching us right now."
"Can I meet them?"
"I'll take you tonight. Dare you to wave at them."

"She's waving!"
"We're caught!"
"Shit!"
"RUUUUUN!"
"Go, go, GO!"

"I've never seen anybody drive away so fast."
"Must be Pietro."
"They just hit a parking meter."
Steve sighed.
"Maybe you can meet them earlier than expected."