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Something's Gotta Give	By : pinktink79 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3816 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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. Aly didn’t think it would go over well if she tried to make Steve tell her things. She wanted him to tell her when he was ready, not when she was ready. Until then she was happy to spend time with Steve and she’d get to know him at whatever pace he was ready for.

After the movie, during which Aly spent most of the time curled up at Steve’s side with his arm around her shoulders, Steve offered to help her with the dishes. She told him not to worry about it and that she’d take care of them after he’d left but he didn’t feel right leaving the dishes for her to take care of after he was gone. He insisted that she let him help her do the dishes now, while he was still there. Finally Aly gave in and told Steve that he could wash and she’d dry. That way she could put away everything as it got washed.

When they walked into the kitchen, Steve watched as Aly turned on a radio and started to sway her hips to the music, humming a little to the song. In fact he was so busy staring at her that he didn’t notice that she’d moved to stand next to him until she bumped him with her hip, giggling. Steve looked away quickly, feeling that heat not only in his face but burning his neck and ears a bit too. He was fairly certain that he was bright red right now but he couldn’t help that. He couldn’t stop it either although Steve really wished that he could stop himself from blushing all the damn time around Aly. He was starting to realize that she could make him nervous and could embarrass him even easier now than when they first met.

“What’s that blush for?” Aly asked with a laugh, brushing her fingers along his jaw with a smile. She leaned against the counter then, watching as Steve started to wash the dishes. She let him finish both bowls and their plates before she started to dry anything. “You know I think it’s cute that you blush like that. You shouldn’t be embarrassed for watching me now and then.”

Steve shook his head, chuckling. No matter what she said, he was going to be embarrassed for staring at Aly. It wasn’t polite after all but it seemed like he couldn’t help it. She had him caught and he couldn’t seem to help the way that he behaved around her. “I shouldn’t be watching you like that, Aly,” he softly said, embarrassed for admitting that he was even watching Aly in the first place. Steve looked over at her and smiled a little, shrugging. “You make me blush. I can’t help that.”

“A big military man like you gets flustered around little ol’ me?” Aly asked. She batted her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner with her hand lightly resting on her chest. To be honest, she was flattered that Steve liked to stare at her and that he got embarrassed around her. Aly laughed and shook her head, giving Steve a nudge with her hip before she walked away to put away the bowls and plates that she’d already dried. “You’re very sweet, Steve. I can honestly say that I’ve never met someone like you before. You were even nervous when I curled up at your side while we were watching the movie. Most guys would’ve taken advantage of that you know.”

“Well I’m not most guys,” Steve said as he carefully washed the wine glasses. He glanced over his shoulder at Aly as she walked back over with the dish towel tossed over her shoulder. He couldn’t seem to help himself. Steve found himself watching her often, especially when he thought that she wasn’t looking.

Aly laughed when she caught Steve looking at her, nodding as she leaned against the counter again with her hands behind her back. She could’ve easily slid onto the counter to sit on it if she wanted but she just leaned against it and watched Steve, reaching for a wine glass as he set it in the dish strainer. Their fingers touched for a moment and Aly blushed before taking the wine glass to dry it.

“You really aren’t like most guys, Steve,” she said with a little nod. She was aware of that much but she didn’t think that it was a bad thing at all. Aly liked that Steve wasn’t like every other guy that she’d met before. It was nice not to be treated like an object that was only good for sex or like the sweet, adorable best friend. That seemed to be what she ran into with most guys but with Steve there was something else there and she liked that feeling. “There’s nothing wrong with that though.”

Steve smiled at her as he washed the other glass, chuckling softly. He watched what he was doing only long enough to make sure that he didn’t break the wine glass as he washed it. “You’re not like most girls, Aly,” he said with a little nod, wanting her to know that he liked the kind of girl that she was. “There’s nothing wrong with that either.”

Aly put away the wine glass before reaching for the other one so she could dry it as well. As she dried it, she eyed Steve up a little with a pout. It made her dimples poke out a little more and somehow made her look more innocent and sweet. “How am I not like most girls?” she asked, seeming hurt by that statement.

Steve put his hands up for a moment in surrender, certain that he’d offended Aly just now. That hadn’t been what he was going for though so he tried to explain himself as best as he could. “I meant it as a good thing. It’s not like I’ve talked to a lot of dames. I mean women,” he said with a chuckle, shaking his head at himself as he worked on the bowl the salad had been in. “You’re different in a good way. I don’t know many women who could box like you can. You’re confident too.” He shrugged, knowing that he probably wasn’t explaining his thoughts on Aly very well. Steve wasn’t that good with words. Not when it came to women.

“Dames?” Aly asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “You sound like my grandpa.” She laughed but that was a term that she’d heard her grandpa use once or twice when talking about a woman. She’d never heard it from anyone else. It was funny to hear Steve use that term. “I’ll take that though. If I’m different in that way, then I’ll take it.”

Steve looked over when Aly took the bowl and started to dry it. He watched her as he tried to wash one of the pans. She was humming again to the music and it seemed to draw his attention to her almost immediately. Aly gave him a wink as she came back from putting away the salad bowl. She went from humming to singing and while Steve didn’t know the song, he felt like it was the most amazing song that he’d ever heard right now. He smiled as he rinsed the pot and put it in the dish strainer before working on the next dish. Aly kept singing as she dried each of the dishes, putting them away as she finished drying each item. After drying the last of the dishes, she snapped the towel at Steve with a laugh.

“Give me that towel,” he said with a grin, reaching for it even as she pulled it away.

He chased her into the living room and laughed as they seemed to stumble and land on the floor in a little pile together. Steve wiped his hands on the bottom of Aly’s shirt with a laugh and watched as she shivered a little. When she bit her lip as she looked up at him, he felt his pulse quicken and he started to breathe a little harder. Steve was laying over her and could’ve easily stood up at any point. Instead he leaned in a little. He felt Aly’s hands on his arms, slowly sliding up toward his shoulders. He shivered a little from her touch and leaned in a little more then. He was propping himself up with his elbows as he leaned in and kissed her softly.

Aly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Steve closer as she pressed her lips a little harder against his. He was cautious but he laid a little more weight on her as his lips lingered on hers. When he felt her softly bite his bottom lip, he quickly pulled away. Steve sat up then, rolling over so his back was leaning against the nearest wall. He watched as Aly sat up with a frown on her face. She crawled over to him on her hands and knees and then sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that …”

Aly looked up at Steve and raised her hand, placing her index finger against his lips to quiet him. She shook her head and smiled a little. “You don’t want to rush anything. You’re not the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl,” she said with a nod. “I get it. I do. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Steve smiled a little as he took her hand in his. He laced his fingers with hers and kissed the top of her hand softly. “You’re right. I’m not the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl,” he said with a nod. “You’re wrong about one thing though.” When Aly gave him a curious look, Steve smiled and kissed her forehead. “You had every right to do that. I’m just not used to a girl making a move like that. That’s all.”

Aly laughed softly, her fingers playing with his. She looked at their hands as she spoke, a smile on her face. “Well I’ll try really hard not to make the first move again. I don’t need to scare you off, Captain Rogers,” she said with a smirk.

Steve laughed, shaking his head in an amused way. “You won’t scare me off, Alyssa. I promise you that,” he said, nodding. “I think I should go though.” When Aly sighed, he brought her hand to his lips again and kissed the top of her hand softly. “Do you think I could take you to lunch tomorrow? Or have you over for dinner? I’m not much of a cook but I can try to make you something this time.”

Aly shifted and started to stand up, pulling on Steve’s arm as she did. When he was standing up, she got on her tip toes and managed to peck his lips softly. “I think I can manage dinner. I’m starting to work in an actual classroom setting now, remember? I don’t know if I could do lunch,” she said with a shrug.

Steve walked with Aly to her door, smiling after she opened it and leaned against the door frame. He stood in the hall, looking her over a little with a smile. “Dinner it is. Don’t be too surprised if dinner is just mac and cheese,” he said with a laugh. He knew that he wasn’t the best cook but he could handle making some macaroni and cheese for them. “Should I pick you up from the coffee shop?”

Aly nodded, folding her arms across her chest. “Okay, pick me up at around 5 tomorrow at the coffee shop,” she said with a smile. “And don’t worry about dinner. I’ll be happy just to see your apartment.”

Steve nodded with a laugh before turning around to head for the stairs. He heard her close her apartment door after a bit. Now he just had to figure out what to do with his day until he met up with Aly. He figured that he could try figure out what to make for dinner for them. It would have to be something simple. Steve would have to clean his apartment too. Not that it was very messy. He wasn’t there that often. It didn’t feel much like home to him but it was a place to sleep at night and that was all that Steve really needed. He headed home, whistling the last song that he’d heard Aly singing. It was stuck in his head but he didn’t mind.
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