#supcrinvisible

Steve sat at the table he’d reserved for his date, staring silently at the familiar face in the doorway. She wore the color Natasha had told him she’d be wearing, just as he was wearing the dark green shirt she’d told him to wear. So you can recognize each other when you get there, she’d said. When he’d agreed to a blind date, Steve had thought it would be someone he didn’t know- or, if anything, someone from some obscure office who he might have heard of but, again... didn’t know. 

Not her.

What if she wasn’t interested in him like that? What if she realized they were supposed to be one another’s dates and laughed or something?

This was the last time he let Natasha try to hook him up with someone. She was always trying to figure out who he should date. As if he absolutely needed someone in his life. He’d been just fine as he was... though he couldn’t deny having a partner was something he’d like. It just- wasn’t easy for him to connect with people, which made tonight’s adventure all the more nerve-wracking. Now it was even worse because apparently, Natasha had picked one of their own teammates for him to date. Thought she was real sly about it, too. He’d get her back for this.

“I wish your ‘hubs’ was here because he wouldn’t have needed so much convincing.  Besides how often do you get to see me sing, besides every single time I get drunk.  You should be enjoying this,” she says, lacing her fingers through his and practically dragging him towards the stage.  “So what are we thinking? Grease? Backstreet Boys?” She gasps, turning toward him.  “The always classic Spice Girls?”

          ❝I’m glad you have faith in our baking skills, Buck.❞ Sarcasm at its finest. But sadly Steve cannot deny the obvious fact that baking is not exactly one of their specialties. And to be perfectly honest with himself? The blond can barely recall the last time he baked anything. Even something as simple as a chocolate chip cookie. So maybe Bucky is right. Maybe this plan will turn out to be a total bust. However, his best friend doesn’t need to know this. ❝You’re on. I bet the cake will turn out to be a big hit.❞ One can only hope, right?

          ❝I have everything we need to make a red velvet cake.❞

The weather was heating up and beginning to get almost miserable. Summers in Brooklyn. Sure, they were great because she was less likely to catch a cold, but one could only take so many layers of clothing off to cool down whereas, at least in the winter, one could put on more layers to keep warm. Steph sighed and shifted, moving her sketchbook off her lap and onto the coffee table so it wouldn’t make her warmer than she already was. She grabbed her glass of water and took a long sip, then sighed again and glanced toward Bucky. She was working on homework for her art classes and she needed to get it done, but it was too warm to focus. “Bucky,” she said plaintively. “It’s hot.” As if that wasn’t obvious.

Her head shakes but she can’t help the smile that creeps onto her lips.  “You’re such a twat, Potter,” she says, gently swatting his shoulder before pressing her cold hands to his neck.  “You were warned.”

Her eyes danced playfully at the question and she smiled sweetly up at him. “Birthday?”  She questioned innocently.  “Heavens I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about.” She laced her fingers through his, gently.  “But, if I did, I would be making yo something because I WANT to.  My days of doing things simply because I was told are long over.”