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Steve dipped a fry in ketchup, swirling it around the plate for a moment before popping it in his mouth. They were cold by now, but still nice and salty, and Steve had no desire to go anywhere else. He was on his third beer, but he didnât even have a buzz. That would take much, much more, and need to be much, much faster than the slow nurse heâd managed over the last two hours.
The bar was loud enough that he couldnât hear himself think, but not so busy that he was likely to be recognized or bothered, and it was mostly the university crowd who were so drunk by now that they wouldnât care if they did recognize him. Steve tugged his phone out of his pocket and checked it pointlessly. No one was trying to get a hold of him; there werenât many people who would, even if he werenât on day four of his mandatory fourteen-day paid vacation from SHIELD.
Then he heard his name and his attention locked in on the group of students one booth over who had been laughing and chatting for a long time, plowing their way through beer and appetizers.
âWhat about Captain America, then? Is he on your list?â one of them asked.
âOf course heâs on my fucking list,â another replied. âWhat idiot doesnât have Captain America on their list? And not just cause heâs hot as fuck, but because he lives here so you might actually have a shot.â
âHe lives in Brooklyn, you idiot. Everyone knows that.â
âHe has a place here in Boston, too, idiot. I read it in US Weekly. He uses it to get away from it all.â
âClint, you do not read US Weekly,â insisted a womanâs voice.
âIt was at the grocery store checkout and the lady in front of me had like seven hundred lemons loose on the belt and the poor cashier had to weigh them one by one so I had a lot of time to kill.â
âAnyway,â the first voice went on, âthis isnât a discussion about where Cap lives, itâs about whether youâd fuck him or not.â
Steve almost choked on his next fry and had to cough silently for a moment, trying to clear his windpipe. He chugged down a few mouthfuls of beer and pulled his hat further down over his eyes. He was blatantly eavesdropping now.
âRhodey, most of us are single, so why would we even need a list of freebies? If I meet Captain America, I am free to fuck him, no list required.â
âSo what youâre saying, Pep, is that you would?â
âOf course I would, who wouldnât?â
âThatâs my point.â There was a smack of Rhodeyâs hand hitting the table. âHeâs on everyoneâs list.â There was general murmuring and laughter. âNat - youâd fuck Cap, right?â
âClint said yes, Pep said yes - Scott?â
There was a pause then Steve saw a mess of dark brown curls appear over the back of the bench seat as someone straightened up. âNope.â
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