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my money's on the fangirl

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"Oh my god, Baskin Robbins?" Cara groaned. Just thinking about their ice cream cake made her squirm at the need for it.

Clint raised an eyebrow. "This isn't a stop for food, Cara, you know that, right?"

"What?" She said, called out of her food trance. "Oh, yeah, right. But, I mean, if this friend of yours really works there, do you think we could, you know, pick up some ice cream on the way out, or something?"

"No," was the strong response.

Peter patted her back sympathetically. "Sometime we'll get some Baskin Robbins together, okay?" He offered.

Cara smiled. "God, I like you even more."

He blushed.

-

Apparently they were supposed to bring an extra pair of clothes, so they wouldn't stick out too much to the general public.

Well, Cara and Peter were both left out of that family meeting, and were left in their suits. However, she could go inside so long as she left her most obvious weapons in the car. Poor Petey had to hang out alone with only the radio to comfort him in his bright red and blue suit.

Cara's mouth started watering the moment the door opened to Baskin Robbins. She couldn't help it; they had the best ice cream ever created, and she couldn't control herself when it came to their heaven-dipped ice cream cakes. They were just so good.

Steve grabbed her hand. "Kiss me," he said.

"What, why?" Cara was confused. "There are people around."

"Yeah, that's the point."

"Steve, I know you love me," she teased, "but if you wanted to display our relationship so blatantly publicly, you could've just asked."

He shook his head. "It'll make us seem more normal, help us fall into the crowd. Besides," he grinned, "public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable."

Cara rolled her eyes. "Yes, they do," she said in a duh tone.

Nat sauntered up to stand next to Steve. "Now, I really appreciate you using my tactics, Rogers, but I don't think this is the time or place for such shenanigans." She winked at the ninety-eight year old, whose cheeks were growing redder by the second.

Thor tapped Cara on the shoulder, and when she looked at him, she was still a bit taken aback.

Okay, he's an actual god, right? So it's fine that I find this guy to be super, crazily, ridiculously hot. I mean, come on, that man bun, and the biceps, oh, the abs, I would tap that--

"Cara?" He said, confusion alight in his eyes as he caught her staring at him. "Is everything alright?"

"What? Oh, yeah," she mumbled, and hid her face underneath her hair for a few seconds, willing her skin to cool down. After it did, she lifted her head and asked as cheerfully as possible, "what's up?"

"I was wondering," he peered up at the menu, squinting, "what is the 'Rocky Road' flavor? I think I might want to try it." Thor grinned as he saw the look on Cara's face.

"You--I--Rocky Road...?" She composed herself, and then blurted, "I love Rocky Road! Oh my gosh, can we get it? Please?" She felt as if she were begging to a grandparent. Which, in fact, she was. Well, a great-great-great-great-great-great-grandparent(if that).

"Of course, anything for a friend," Thor smiled, and went to Tony to ask for money, as he obviously didn't have any.

"You what?" Tony said, incredulous. "No, no way."

Cara hit him with the best version of puppy eyes she could give him. "Puh-lease, Buzz, I'm craving it."

Tony rolled his eyes, but still pulled out his wallet. "What are you, pregnant?" His eyes widened, flicking between Steve and the teenager. "Wait, are you? Because no offense, kid, but I think it may be a little too soon for Steve to be fondue-ing--"

"Ew, Tony, just give me the damn money!" Cara said, exasperated. When the money landed in her hand, she sidled right up the the line with Thor, and it just happened that they were next.

"Hi, welcome to Baskin Robbins," a brown haired, thin man said in a bored, monotone voice. "What can I get--" then, before he looked completely at Cara and the godly man standing next to her, his eyes locked on the group behind them, more specifically, Steve. "Oh my god," he whispered, and his eyes widened. "That's--that's Captain America." He met Cara's eyes. "Do you know that Captain America is standing right behind you?" He gave an excited gasp, acting nothing like the grown man he seemed to be. "Do you think I can go shake his hand?"

Cara rolled her eyes. "Maybe after you get me and my friend our Rocky Road. Then maybe he'll let you say hi." She gave him a fake smile and handed him the money. She wasn't being rude, she just really wanted that damn Rocky Road.

"Oh, right, sorry," he stuttered over his words for a second, and took the bills, calculated the change, giving it back to her. "It'll be right out."

This time she actually smiled, at the thought of having Rocky Road in her stomach. "Great."

She stepped off to the side with Thor, who commented, "you are excited for this...Rocky Road?"

"Oh, Thor, honey," she teased, patting his arm. "I'm more than excited. I'm ecstatic. Electrified. Adrenalized. I'm high on the thought of this ice cream."

He looked impressed with her choice of words. "I hope it is as good as you make it sound," he said with a small smile.

"Oh, trust me, it will be."

-

"Was this really necessary?" Steve gave her a pointed look. "You bought a big tub of Rocky Road just so you could sit in front of all of us and eat it."

"What?" Cara shrugged. "I said I'd share. But seeming as none of you are jumping at the opportunity..." She trailed off as she lost herself in the angelic taste of chocolate ice cream mixed with almonds and little marshmallows.

"We didn't come here to eat," Clint said sourly. "We came here to do a job."

Cara stuck her tongue out. "Well, I'm not keeping you from doing that job, am I?" When none of them scolded her, she shrugged. "I'm enjoying myself, while you guys are waiting around for this Scott guy to get off work."

Bruce looked up at the nearest clock on the wall. "Which should be soon, in about five minutes."

Everyone sat there, fiddling with their thumbs, or, in Cara's case, stuffing her face with ice cream, ignoring the pounding brain freeze that came afterward. It was just so good.

"You know," Cara smirked after finishing it, talking around a frozen tongue, "I think I can guess who Scott is on my first try."

"Oh really?" Steve smirked in return, waiting to see who she'd put her money on. "Who?"

She grinned, and jerked her thumb over her shoulder, at a man who was standing across the room, off in the corner, looking as if he didn't know what to do with himself. It happened to be the cashier that had practically had a panic attack at the thought of Captain America being in his workplace.

Cara's grin turned into an amused smirk.

"My money's on the fangirl."