Steve sits beside you on your couch, fingers idly tapping his leg as he watches the tv.

As the new, reluctant Avenger, you'd felt most welcomed by him, and decided to extend the olive branch the way he had.

You invited him over to yours to watch a movie, and he said yes, though he wasn't sure if that was the smartest idea now.

You're both very guarded people; you a little more so.

But there was definitely something there between you.

Something awkward and filled with tension.

Steve was uncomfortable.

Not because he didn't like the person beside him.

God no.

He thought you were amazing and smart and beautiful and every other good thing ever, but his own awkwardness in these types of scenarios made him a little tense.

He couldn't tell if you both wanted the same thing, or even if what he was feeling was the same thing you felt.

He was tempted to make an excuse to leave, but stayed where he was, looking at the tv.

The film played like background noise, every line going in one ear and out the other as his mind kept racing.

Seeing his tense and rigid position, you grow a little concerned, and decide to speak up.

"Are... Are you enjoying the movie?"

You ask.

You'd offered to let him pick, but he insisted you just put on whatever you wanted, since he hasn't really seen many movies anyway.

"Uh, yeah, it's interesting."

Steve says, his voice tight.

He's still staring at the television screen, but it's clear he's not paying attention to what's on it.

He's hyper aware of you next to him, close enough that it feels like the heat of your skin could ignite his.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, unable to look at you without imagining what those lips of yours would feel like pressed against his.