Captain America But What’s Going On

captain america but what’s going on

Steve entered the room, it was neatly decorated, red velvet was streamed amongst the walls—the tables had wine glasses lined up around said tables, and a vase filled with flowers, Steve smiled a little.

Besides the decorations—people were crowded, chatting up a storm, Steve scanned the room to find Peggy, amongst the sea of people—he couldn’t find her.

A pang of disappointment washed over the blonde. He sighed both a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

His eyes laid on a brunette, at the corner of the room, he stood out from most. (partly because there was no one there—plus no one was sitting at that table.) Steve walked over to the male, to get a closer look.

The guy was around his age, a mop of brown hair partly obscured his vision, he had to keep brushing his bangs out of the way—which Steve found…cute. Heat rushed to Steve’s face immediately, he hoped the stranger didn’t see. After a few minutes of just standing there, the blonde finally moved over to the person in question.

He noticed the brunette was fiddling with something on his wrist…some sort of gadget, was he also a hero? Steve quickly pushed the thought out of his head.

The blonde cleared his throat to get the others attention.

The young man perked his head up in response.

“Care to dance?” Steve asked, with his hand outstretched.

The man smiled.

“I’d be charmed.”

The young man stood up and took Steve’s hand.

Steve led the other to the dance floor.

“I assume you’re Steve Rogers?” The stranger asked.

“I am.” Steve replied—a hint of shock in his voice.

The brunette chuckled,

“It’s kind of obvious, blonde hair, blue eyes—it’s not that hard to tell.”

The other wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck.

“I’m Peter Parker, by the way.” The man introduced.

Steve wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, slowly dancing to the song that was playing.

Everything happened in a quick succession, Peter’s lips connected with his own, it was short but sweet, Steve closed his eyes—and if the blonde had to admit, the brunette was a pretty good kisser, unlike himself.

The shorter man broke the kiss.

“See you around, Captain.” Peter whispered.

He felt Peter’s hands slip away from his neck, the warmth he felt disappeared—only then it was just a lingering feeling.

When Steve opened his eyes,

Peter was gone.

The words Peter had whispered echoed in his head

‘See you around, Captain.’