PSL for punched_hitler

[tothefly]

The tower doesn't see very many quiet days. Even fewer quiet nights, honestly, and it's enough to make her itchy. So, in lieu of world-destroying robots and/or alien menaces presenting themselves, Natasha takes matters into her own hands and makes the executive decision, dropping gracefully into the end of the couch currently occupied by one Steve Rogers, reading the paper.

"Hey, Rogers. You have anything nice to wear? Your Sunday best, but less ice-cream-social."

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[punched_hitler]

"Guess so," Steve murmurs - it's true, either way - and figures he can always pick his paper back up if he ends up getting done early.

Which is exactly what he's done, when she reappears; she does look good, he can't deny that, regardless of the reason they're going out, and part of him sort of feels like he's going to turn around and see the real reason she's done up, see her actual date for the night, because it couldn't possibly be him.

But it is, and he puts the paper back down and steps up himself, offering an arm. "Are you kidding? You are the second-most beautiful dame to ever ask me out; I may be big, but I'm not dumb." Of course, he gives her a bit of an intentionally dumb grin anyway, before tilting his head to the door. "We driving? Or taking a cab?"