Steve had never been more humiliated. Not even on the USO tour. They never made him wear a... he really wasn't sure what it was.

He supposed the only thing it could be called was a body suit. It was huge, and padded to mimic a fat woman's body. He felt ridiculous putting it on, especially in the boys' dressing room. Tony helped him, but Steve could tell that Tony thought it was hilarious and was trying not to laugh.  They got the dress on, and Steve felt a little less ridiculous. The heels were a bit much, but he supposed it was the serum that helped him stay on balance. One of the girls helped him get on his makeup and wig, and Steve felt... weird. He imagined this is what it felt like to cross-dress.

They made it through the first act well enough, and Steve was proud of himself for remembering as much as he did. The second act was a bit of a mess, but at least he remembered the songs and most of his lines.

Tony helped him get out of the costume afterwards, and Steve's spine experienced relief.

"That costume is hell. I am so glad I don't actually have breasts," Steve commented as Tony drove them home.

Tony laughed, "I'll bet. You did a good job today, Steve."

"Thanks. Can I sleep now?"

"Wait until we get inside, alright?"

"Fine."

When Tony was finally able to get Steve out of the elevator and into their bedroom, he wondered if Steve was cut out for this. He was clearly uncomfortable when he put on the costume, and he wasn't used to dancing in the woman's side - which probably felt even weirder coming from the 40s. He watched as Steve started to fall asleep on their bed, clothes still on.

"Steve, let's get you undressed first, yeah?"

Steve nodded and let Tony assist in pulling off his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt. Steve burrowed under the covers and waited for Tony to spoon up behind him, which he did.

"Stevie?"

"Mhm?"

"You're sure you're not just letting us pressure you into this? You can put your foot down if you really feel you need to."

Steve smiled to himself, "It's fun, Tony. I enjoyed today. Costume's hell, but the part is fun. Don't worry about me."

"It's my job to worry about you."

"You're the one with a lead role."

"You, too," Tony reminds him. "But if you're sure then I won't worry."

"Goodnight, Tony."

"Goodnight, Stevie."

And they fell asleep like that, running their lines through their heads.