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Something's Gotta Give	By : pinktink79 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3816 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel's The Avengers or Captain America and the characters within (other than my OC) and I have made no money for this work of fiction.

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While picking a movie had been harder than Steve had thought it would be, shopping at the market had been much easier. They had eventually decided on renting Super 8 because it sounded interesting enough, not that he knew anything about movies these days. He would’ve preferred something that felt a little more familiar to him but he figured that the movie sounded interesting enough. He assumed that he’d be able to sit through it without being thoroughly confused. It was hard to find a movie that both of them could agree on but Super 8 became their compromise and it was one that Steve could deal with.

Shopping for food together was much easier though. At least shopping for food was something they could do without a need for compromise. They decided on spaghetti before they even got to the store and together they picked out everything they would need to make dinner. They grabbed some prepackaged salad mix and a few other vegetables to add to it as well as the noodles, pasta sauce and a loaf of French bread. It had been an interesting experience, grocery shopping with Aly, but Steve liked it.

Steve was now walking around the little apartment that Aly had, looking at everything she had in plain sight. While the walls were all off-white, her couch and love seat were bright red. There was a stand against one wall with the TV and DVD player and what Steve figured was the cable box. There were some DVD cases on the shelves next to the TV. The stand and coffee table were black, as was the table where Steve saw a cordless phone and a bowl that Aly set her keys inside. The kitchen table and chairs, from what he could see, was all stained a cherry shade. He couldn’t see much else from the living room though. The peek he got showed him black appliances as well. The whole scheme of things made sense to Steve though. It all seemed fitting to him.

He did notice that Aly had framed pictures around as well. There were a few pictures of her parents and her with her parents as well as some with her friends. She always seemed to have a smile on her face in these pictures. Seeing those happy memories captured was nice and gave him a little insight on Aly that he didn’t think he had before. It was nice to see the faces of her parents and of her friends as well.

Steve picked up one of her with a young girl who looked quite a bit like her. The girl had the same blond hair although the little girl’s hair was straight while Aly’s hair had some wave to it. They both had bright blue eyes though and a similar smile although Aly had dimples and the girl in the picture didn’t. He figured that the girl was Hailey. Aly and Hailey looked like they were at Coney Island from what he could tell. He set it down with a smile before wandering into the kitchen. It was barely big enough for the two of them.

Aly had already put the salad mix into a bowl. She was cutting up a cucumber and humming a little to the music that she’d put on. Her hips even moved a little to the music as she sliced the cucumber. Steve didn’t want to startle Aly since she had a knife in her hand but he softly put a hand on her back to get her attention. She had the knife raised a bit as she got ready to cut into the cucumber again and she jumped for a moment and then laughed as she looked up at him. Luckily, however, Aly had managed not to cut herself in the process.

“So did you want to slice some of the bread?” she asked with a little shrug. Aly figured that Steve was going to want to help so she wanted to find something simple for him to do so he didn’t try to get in her way. “The water is already on the stove so we have to wait for that to boil and the sauce just needs to get warmed up. This shouldn’t take long at all.”

Steve was grinning at Aly, his hand softly brushing her upper back. He wanted to touch her more than that but it seemed like an innocent enough touch, one that he could get away with right now. “I can do that. Are you sure you don’t need help with anything else?” he asked, giving her a suspicious look. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that Aly was trying to keep him out of the kitchen while she cooked everything.

Aly laughed and shook her head, not sure if Steve understood the reason that she was giving him a simple task right now. “The salad is almost done. I’ll toss it and by then the water should be boiling. If you wanted to set the table, I wouldn’t mind. And there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge. It’s not the expensive stuff but I think it would be good with dinner,” she said with a shrug.

“You just happen to have a bottle of wine in your refrigerator?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her in surprise.

Aly laughed harder and pointed to one of the cabinets. “The plates are up there. The glasses are in that cabinet,” she said, pointing out the other cabinet for him. She used her hip to gesture to the drawer beside her. “You’ll find the silverware in there. And yes, I do just happen to have a bottle of wine in my fridge. I am old enough to drink and sometimes I have a glass of wine so I happen to have a bottle of red and a bottle of white in the fridge.”

Steve laughed softly as he got out two plates and set them on the table. Then he got the wine glasses and a couple of forks out, settling the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down on it backwards. He rested his arms on the back of the chair and watched as Aly tossed the salad and placed the bowl on the table. She smiled, laughing at him and shaking her head. Steve smiled and watched as she turned around to start the pasta. She handed him the jar of pasta sauce with a little smile. He chuckled and opened it for her, getting up and putting it into the other pan to heat it through even though she never asked him to do it.

“This is nice,” Steve said with a little nod. He looked over at Aly with a grin on his face. They didn’t have much space to cook so while they both were at the stove trying to stir things, they would occasionally bump into each other, not that he was complaining. Steve liked getting to be this close to Aly.

“This is nice,” Aly said, nodding. She had a soft smile on her face as she looked over at Steve for a moment. “I haven’t had anyone to cook for before. Well other than my parents.” She laughed but she was making it clear that she didn’t do things like this. This was something special.

Steve felt that heat in his cheeks again. He knew he was probably blushing but he wasn’t going to hide it. He wasn’t sure he could hide it even if he wanted to anyway. He gave Aly a nudge with his shoulder and grinned. “You’ve never had someone over to cook for them? Not even a friend or something?” he asked, clearly sounding surprised by that.

Aly was blushing now and she even looked away for a moment, stirring the noodles. It didn’t need her full focus but she seemed to behave as if it did. She didn’t know how to answer his question and she wanted a moment to get her thoughts straight before she opened her mouth. Finally Aly looked up at Steve. “It’s been awhile since I’ve actually spent this much time with a guy,” she said softly, shrugging. “And you’re the first guy I’ve ever had come to my apartment. I think I’ve only ever had my parents here actually. And Hailey.”

“But I’m the first guy?”

Aly rolled her eyes and gave Steve a little nudge with her hip. “Yes, Steve Rogers. You’re the first guy I’ve asked to come to my apartment at all,” she said with a shrug. “What can I say? I’m a little old fashioned I guess. I’m not like other girls who invite guys over all the time or who will go home with any guy who asks. That’s not how I was raised.”

Steve smiled at the way that she puffed up with pride when she said that. It was good because from what he’d seen of this modern world, there weren’t always a lot of young woman with strong morals like that. Not that he thought that she was a virgin. From the way that she spoke, it seemed like that wasn’t something that she’d waited until marriage for but at least she didn’t sleep around. That was a reassuring thought to Steve right now.

Aly heavily sighed as she drained the pasta in the sink before putting it in a bowl. “What? You think I’m weird, right? Most guys do when they hear that,” she said with an indifferent shrug. She seemed mad that Steve might think less of her because she didn’t invite guys to her apartment all the time. “I’m sorry that I’m not most girls.”

Steve shook his head as he turned off the burner, bringing the sauce over to Aly. “No, it’s not that at all. Actually I commend you for it,” he said with a nod. He wanted her to know that he liked that she wasn’t like some women. “It’s a good thing that you don’t invite guys over all the time. I think that speaks highly of your character as a person.”

Aly blushed and looked away as she got the spaghetti ready, embarrassed that she’d misunderstood his momentary silence. She handed Steve the bowl with a smile though. “Looks like dinner’s ready. Then we can watch that movie,” she said with a quick nod. She let the rest of it slide. As much as she was willing to tell Steve anything, this wasn’t something that she wanted to dwell on too long if they didn’t have to. She was happy to hear that he didn’t think she was some kind of freak because she didn’t sleep with random guys though.

Steve nodded when she seemed to quickly change the subject, taking the bowl and putting it on the table with the salad and the slices of French bread. He pulled out her chair for her and then poured them each a glass of red wine before he sat down as well. “It smells really good,” he said with a nod. Maybe it wasn’t all homemade but Steve liked that they’d cooked together. “Why don’t you serve yourself first? Ladies first after all.”

Aly laughed and shrugged before taking some salad and then a nice helping of spaghetti. “If I would’ve known we were going to do this, I would’ve made the sauce myself and I would’ve made us garlic bread,” she said with a shrug as she handed Steve the bowl of pasta. “Maybe next time though.”

Steve was grinning as he took the bowl from her. He served himself as he spoke. “Next time? So this won’t be the last time I get graced with your presence or the last time I get to see your apartment?” he asked with a chuckle. He wasn’t paying attention to how much food he was taking. Steve just took some spaghetti and then reached for the salad dressing. “Are you sure you’re going to want me to come back?”

Aly laughed before she started eating. She nodded at first, finishing a bite of salad before saying anything. “Yes, Steve. If I didn’t like your company, I wouldn’t have invited you over in the first place,” she said with a smile. “Although if you eat that much, I might have to stock my fridge a little better.” She laughed as she gestured with her fork toward his plate. While she expected him to eat a lot, she was a little surprised to see his plate so full. Then again Aly didn’t figure that Steve had a small appetite.

Steve looked at his plate and then at Aly’s and felt that heat in his cheeks again. He chuckled though at what she said and shrugged a little as he ate. He had a fast burning metabolism so he tended to eat a lot more than most people. Steve hadn’t thought about how it would look when he took a plate of food but at least Aly had a sense of humor about it. “Maybe it would be a good idea to stock your refrigerator a little better,” he said with a grin. “It might be good to have enough food around here to feed the both of us.”

Aly laughed again, shaking her head in that amused way. She wasn’t kidding though. She really was going to stock her fridge better if Steve was going to come around more. She knew she was going to need to be able to feed him. Or at least she wanted to be able to feed him. Aly watched a bit while Steve ate, slowly eating as well. He seemed to like the food and that was a huge relief to her although she would’ve been far more nervous about it if she’d made her own spaghetti sauce and garlic bread. Still she wanted to know that Steve liked the food and that he liked her company as well..

“Can I just say that I’m glad that you want to have me over again some time?” Steve asked with a little smile. “Because I am. I’ll have you over some time too. I promise.”

“Oh. You don’t have to do that,” Aly said, shaking her head. She tried to hide her smile though. She liked that Steve wanted to come over again. She liked that he wanted her to come over to his place at some point as well. “I mean I’d love to come over but you don’t have to have me over just because you’ve been here.”

Steve smiled and shook his head. He didn’t want to invite her over because he’d been to her apartment. He wanted to invite her over because he wanted to share more of himself with her. She was so open and honest with him and Steve was hoping to do the same. It was hard because there was so much of his life that he couldn’t explain as easily as Aly could explain her life to him. It was going to be difficult to field questions about his family and his past. He’d done all right with is so far, telling her that he used to be in the military and that he worked with the government. Maybe it was stretching the truth a bit but it was better than lying to Aly outright. That was something that he couldn’t do. It wasn’t in Steve’s nature to lie after all and it was hard enough to omit bits of his past when he talked to Aly about his life.

She seemed to watch Steve as he ate but she didn’t ask him any questions. Unlike some people, Aly didn’t see a reason to pry for information. Maybe he was deep in thought but it wasn’t her place to ask him what he was thinking about. It wasn’t her place to press for information about his life either. As much as Aly wanted to know everything, she could tell that he was hiding something and she wasn’t going to force him to tell her anything that he wasn’t ready to explain. Until then she was happy to spend time with Steve and she’d get to know him at whatever pace he was ready for.
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