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[44] Steve || Captain America

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Being Tony Stark's daughter wasn't all fun and games. You had to attend boring events with your father, and usually, the rest of the Avengers. Tonight was no exception. Pepper had helped you pick out a dress for the charity event, but the moment you walked into the room, you headed straight for the bar.

You ordered a rum and coke, but the moment it was set down in front of you on the bar, a hand swiped it away. "Hey-" You turned to whoever was snatching your drink, only to find Steve leaning against the bar, now guarding your drink.

"Does Tony know you're drinking?" He said it sternly, but he knew if you didn't drink here, you'd probably be drinking elsewhere. With your friends, in an alleyway. Sharing a bottle of Vodka. Yeah, you were a fan of alcohol. Although you were almost eighteen, so it wasn't too much of a problem.

At least, not to you. Steve, on the other hand, wasn't a fan of it. "Yes, he's aware." You tried to make a grab for your drink, but Steve moved it away from you again. "Why not try going one event without a drink?" Your frustration with him was growing, but you couldn't be bothered arguing with him.

"Counter offer. You play a game with me, and if I win, I get to drink tonight." He frowned but looked a little curious. "And if I win?" He inquired, keeping your drink behind his beefy arm. You just smirked. "You get to have me for an entire night, and you can do whatever you want to me."

His jaw dropped slightly, but you could see the red creeping up his neck. Who knew a soldier like Steve could have such naughty thoughts? Especially about his friend's daughter. "Y/N, I don't think that's entirely appropriate," You rolled your eyes at his response, turning away from him and back to the bartender.

Before you could order another drink, Steve lightly grabbed your arm. "One game. You win, you drink. I win, you don't drink." You licked your lips in anticipation, turning on your stool to face him. "Alright. I choose to play..." You looked around the room, trying to think of a game you could easily win. "Guess Who."

Steve cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to explain. "We each have to point out a guest and guess their name, and age. Jarvis can tell us how close we get." Steve chuckled, turning so he could scan the crowd with me. "I'll go first," You mumbled, looking for anyone you knew. That'd make it easy to win.

"Woman in the orange dress. Marla Cresswell, thirty-nine years old." You'd heard your father talking to her at some point a while back. Now you were definitely going to win. Steve hummed to himself before his eyes locked onto his target. "Guy in the blue suit. Hal Smith. Eighty-eight years old."

You scoffed at Steve's guess. But as Jarvis spoke through your phone, your jaw dropped. "Actually, Captain Rogers is correct. Mr Smith is a Veteran of World War Two, and he fought alongside him. Mrs Cresswell is actually forty-two." Goddammit, Jarvis! You looked over at Steve, just to see him smirking. "I believe that means I win, Y/N."

He asked the bartender for something, and he returned a moment later with two shots of vodka. You were surprised but pleased nonetheless. "If I get you for one whole night, I think I'll need one of these." You clinked your shot glass with Steve's, grinning as you downed yours. Steve winced as he downed his.

The second you put your glass down, you dragged him in for a messy kiss. Despite being in public, and the fact that you were Tony Stark's daughter, he kissed back, And you smiled the entire time because you'd finally managed to get the ever perfect Captain America to give in.