Seven Minutes in Marvel

Steve Rogers/Captain America

"Fine, Stark, I'll go first." I reached my hand into Clint's ball cap and pulled out the small piece of paper. Tony peeked over my shoulder and chuckled.

"Hey, Capsicle, you're up."

Steve looked around, then pointed at himself, knowing he'd been called but still very nervous. "Me? Um...ok...". He stood hesitantly and walked toward the rather large broom closet that Tony was ushering us into. I saw Tony whisper something to Steve and the annoyed response he was given, so I'd assumed it had to be something lewd or inappropriate...because it was Tony. Once he'd shoved me in behind Steve, he shut the door. I heard the audible click of the lock.

"Dammit, Stark...had to come up with this stupid-ass game instead of just watching movies and sticking us in here together..."

I shuffled my feet nervously, staring at the floor. I didn't want to make eye contact with Captain America in our current situation. "I'm sorry you got stuck going first, Steve. I'm sure this must be uncomfortable for you."

As dark as the closet was, the light that came from the bottom of the door showed the shadow of his shoes in front of mine and looked up.

"It's only uncomfortable because it's you, (Y/n)."

I was sure he couldn't see my confused expression, so I chose to speak up. "Wait...what? Why me?"

"Because I've been trying to find the best way to ask you on a date for weeks, and this makes things a little more...well a little more."

"A little more what, Steve? Were you afraid I might say no or something? I mean, you're freaking Captain America. Who in their right mind is going to turn you down for a date?"

He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head. "You'd be surprised, actually. I'm also not the most forthcoming person, in case you haven't noticed. I was raised to be a little less brazen then, say, Tony?"

I laughed a little. He had a fair point. "Ok, I get it. Honestly, I've been wondering the same thing."

The sudden pressure of Steve's body against mine made my breath catch. He placed a finger under my chin and pulled my face upward. I could barely make out the lines of his face, but his bright blue eyes were almost luminescent in the faint light. "So...I suppose that means the answer would be yes then?"

I could tell he felt the nod of my head on his hand when he leaned his face close enough that I could feel his breath on my own. "Yes..." I managed to squeak out.

"I apologize for my sudden intrusion of your personal space, ma'am, but it seems we have a few minutes left and I'd like to ask if you wouldn't mind if I kissed you."

I could barely breathe, so I bit my lip again and gave a slight nod. "Uh huh..."

When he pressed his lips to mine, I swore the air in the closet became incredibly sparse. Soft, warm and gentle. I rested my hands on his chest as his hands held my waist. I felt the tingle of his fingers on the hem of my shirt, just barely grazing the skin underneath. My mouth opened slightly in a gasp and he used the opportunity to press his tongue slightly in, just enough to ask permission to continue.

I let him in, slipping my own along his. He pressed me against the wall, digging his fingers into my sides. He moaned a little, causing my body to heat up slightly at the sound. I tightened the grip on Steve's shirt, all but begging for him to get closer. He seemed more than willing to oblige, pinning me harder into the cold cement behind me. I let out a momentary squeak of surprise and he pulled away.

"Are you alright?" He looked at me, concerned.

I smiled and took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm good. That was just...intense."

Even in the darkness, I could barely see his cheeks tinged pink. "I'm sorry. I may have been a little carried away."

I slid my arms around Steve's neck and smiled. "That's fine. Get as carried away as you like." I pulled him down for another kiss, moaning softly as he pressed me against the wall again.

A sudden burst of light came into the closet, and all I could see were Tony and Sam, holding their phones up and taking photos.

Tony shrugged as I pushed past him. "What? We need to document the moment Steve broke his 75-year dry spell!"

Steve just shook his head and sat next to me on the plush leather couch. He took my hand, lacing his fingers with mine and smiling. Leaning to whisper into my ear, he said, "Pick you up tomorrow at 7?"

I squeezed his hand. "Make it six. We may need the extra time."