YOU WERE A VISION IN THE MORNING LIGHT. ( amelioraate ).

[stevegrogers]

One stipulation for freedom following the rather messy division from the Registration included taking black op gigs, something Steve really didn't mind one bit. His group of Secret Avengers worked for SHIELD now under the brand new direction of one Tony Stark. The deal undoubtedly from his negotiations in the first place, something Steve felt grateful for because trials or the Raft weren't exactly wonderful alternatives. The failure did sting, however, and Steve knew one day the others would regret it but for now he had to be apart of the team and make sure everyone remained safe. The current gig should have only lasted two days tops but Steve ran into some complications, which Natasha looked none too pleased about when he arrived back to his apartment. He really needed to find a way to Widow proof his place to make it more difficult for her to break in. She reminded him twenty thousand times to not be late getting back because they were celebrating Tony becoming the Director and Commander Rogers needed to be there. He wanted to be there, of course, but could he help the rogue operatives nearly BLOWING HIM UP? How about no and thanks for all the concern. With a roll of his eyes, he listened to her lecture, heading to the shower when she finished up. He rolled his eyes again when he saw an outfit already placed on the bed for him. Those jeans were not his and were far tighter than anything he would willingly wear. Why would Tony care what he wore anyway? The man didn't feel for him what he felt, sadly enough. He would just pine until Tony found someone else to be with and then he would sigh. It sounded like a good enough plan to him. It took thirty or so minutes for him to get to the venue, Natasha promising to meet him there later. Seemed a little fishy to him but he let it go, a little too excited to congratulate Tony and offer him the gift he managed to nab on the way back to the States. When he arrived, the place looked cosy, almost intimate and he felt confusion working over him. Did he have the wrong place? DID TONY PLAN A DATE INSTEAD? Oh no. He stood there awkwardly, taking in the candles (how many were there??) and the soft music playing, which sounded more like from his time than anything current.