The Avengers were at another one of Tony's famous parties. The walls glittered with lights and the music blasted like a bomb in the ears of all who attended. Not that that mattered to anyone. As one as they had a good time, that was all that mattered. You sat with Clint, Sam and Natasha who were all telling jokes, crappy pickup lines and creative insults.
"-so then I say, "The only way you're ever going to get laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and wait!" The dude just stared at me and I left." You had just finished telling the story of how you got a guy to leave you alone when he kept hitting on you. Nat and Clint were leaning on each other laughing while Sam, who had been standing clutched his stomach and tried to keep from falling down. You were also laughing at your own story, something you did shamelessly.

In another part of the room Steve sat next to Bucky as they were waiting by the bar for their drinks. Steve let his eyes wander and they went straight to you. He watched as you laughed at your own story. He loved the way your (H/C) hair covered a bit of your face and the way you squinted your (E/C) eyes when you laughed or smiled. He loved your dress. It was red as rubies and simple.  It hugged your waist but flared out at the hips making it a cute dress that wasn't too suggestive. It barely made it to your knees. Your makeup was done excellently with soft, red lips that shined in the light and smokey eyes that could put a fire to shame.
Steve realized that he was staring and quickly averted his eyes. It was too late though. Bucky had noticed.
"You like her don't you?" Bucky asked as excitement bubbled up in him.
"Who? Uh... N-no, I don't, I don't know w-what you're talking about." Steve stuttered his response. That was all Bucky needed to hear to know that his friend was head-over-heels for you.
"You should tell her!" Bucky said, trying to contain the happiness he felt for Steve.
"How though? I doubt she even likes me like that! She probably only sees me as a friend."  Steve concluded. As he did so he hung his head and let sadness seep into his voice.
He couldn't help himself, the blonde looked at you once more. Despite what he thought you thought of him, he still wanted you to be his girl. When he took another glance at you, you were talking to a guy that he didn't know and you seemed to not know either.
The others had left the area to talk to others that they knew or to get a few drinks. Steve found his feet carrying him over to you when he saw a fake smile creep onto your face. You were uncomfortable and Steve didn't like that.

When he got within hearing range of your conversation he heard you make excuse after excuse to leave, but the man would counter them, forcing you to stay.
He had short, black hair that was styled in a way that screamed 'douche-bag', his eyes were muddy brown, and his tan looked so fake even the dumbest person on the planet could tell you that that wasn't natural.
Steve walked up behind you and wrapped and arm around your shoulders.
"What up (Y/N)?" Steve asked as he glared menacingly at the stranger.
"Oh, Hi Steve! Nothing much. Just talking to this nice man." You said, giving Steve a wink to show that you were in need of help. He understood what you meant and played along, as did you.
"Well, don't have too much fun, and don't go forgetting that you're my girl." Steve concluded, putting a small kiss to your cheeks. This made the both of you blush profusely.
When you turned back to talk the man away he had left. Finally.
You turned to Steve, "Thanks."
"No problem (Y/N). Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about." Steve mumbles. I was a miracle you heard that last sentence.
"What do you need to talk about?" You asked as curiosity filled your being.
Steve looked down to you in surprised. He thought you hadn't heard him speak.
"Uh... w-well, I...I uhhh..." he stammered. You could tell he was nervous so you stayed calm.
"It's alright Steve, you know you can tell me just about anything! We're best friends!" You exclaimed.
This hit Steve in the heart like a fist to a punching bag. Great! Now he was friend zoned!
"Well, I just wanted to say..." he contemplated going on, "You know what, we should take a seat."
Steve took you to a private corner of the party where there wasn't a hoard of people every step you took. It was a little darker, but you could still see Steve. His crystal eyes contrasted the darker corner of the room as they stood out like diamonds among concrete and coal. You couldn't help but stare in admiration.
"(Y/N), I know you probably don't like me this way, but I need you to know, I love you so much that I can't put it into words! You have the most beautiful (H/C) hair I have ever seen and your eyes are like (E/C) jewels that hold universes inside with countless stars! You never cease to make me smile, or laugh, or just feel good! When you walk into a room you become like the sun. You never stop shining, even when it seems like it's too dark to shine. You are perfect to me and I couldn't ask for anyone better to be my best gal." Steve finished with a pleading look in his eye that seemed to be lined with the faintest hint of hope. He hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time.
You were shocked. You had loved Steve for a while now but you never thought your love would be returned. As quickly as possible you pressed your lips to his. He was shocked but immediately recovered and kissed you back, closing his eyes.
There were sparks that turned to fireworks. You both never wanted that kiss to end, so it didn't. Not until you needed air at least.
"I love you too Steve. I have for a while and I didn't think you returned my feelings." You stated shyly.
In response Steve simply kissed you again, this time putting his hands on either side of the face. You let your hands fall on his shoulders as you moved closer to him.
When you parted you looked in the direction you heard a whistle come from. You both saw Bucky smiling at the both of you with two thumbs up.
Steve blushed and you snickered.
You then resumed your kiss, which was possibly the best yet.