You Make Me Feel Like Christmas ~ Steve Rogers
Steve Rogers x Reader
Song: You Make It Feel Like Christmas by Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton
Summary: Its Christmas and Steve feels like his suffocating in his loneliness. At least until he sees his crush at Rockefeller Center...
Warnings: Nothing but fluff!
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He just needs a minute.
One minute.
Where Tony isn’t being annoying.
That Sam and Bucky aren’t fighting.
So, he doesn’t have to see Natasha and Clint curled up together on the couch.
Not that he’s lonely or anything.
He has his family.
Right?
“Bucky, please. Can we just get out for a little bit?”
Steve Rogers has never been one to complain. He did his duty and just wanted to relax. But when 10 other supers live with you, it tends to be crowded. And loud. And messy.
Bucky gets up with a grumble. “We don’t have to take Sam do we, punk?”
“No jerk, I need some quiet but I don’t want to be alone.”
“Fine. But you’re buying me a coffee.”
“Whatever.”
Steve and Bucky make it out of the tower, finally breathing fresh, uncomplicated air. They walk in silence, Steve just relishing the city at its finest, Bucky wondering what the fuck was going on. “So, you gonna talk to me punk or are we just exercising?”
Steve sighed, knowing that this question was coming sooner than later. He was hoping it would be later so he would have time to think of a better answer. “I’m lonely, ok.”
“How the fuck can you be lonely with so many people living in the tower. Not to mention, Pepper, Morgan and…”
Steve cut him off. “Yes, I get it. Family, blah, blah blah. I need to live for something more, Buck. I want to find a dame I can have to take my mind off things. To want the future I had hoped for.”
“What about that girl who works downstairs? What’s her name?”
“YN.” Steve thinks back on the girl who worked in legal. With long YC hair and a smile that could light up any room. He took every chance he could to be in her presence. She always had a delicate sent of flowers, never too much makeup, perfectly dressed in a SHIELD approved suit. She was the epitome of class. Like a she stepped out of the 40s and into today. She was everything he was looking for. The short conversations he had about work with you were articulate and knowledgeable, your voice sweet.
“Yeah, YN. Why not ask her out?”
Steve paled at the thought. He was Captain America not Captain Romantic. He still had the same problem with the dames as he did in the 40s. Except they weren’t shy about coming up to him now. He didn’t want to blow his chance with you when he could barely converse with you about work. “I don’t know Buck. What if I say the wrong thing?”
It was Bucky’s turn to sigh. “Rogers, you have to man up. If you like the lady, just be yourself.” He stopped. “On second thought, be a more confident version of yourself.”
“Thanks asshole. Not helping.”
They continued walking until they reach Rockefeller Center. The big Christmas tree was all lit up and decorated, the skaters were moving in the rink below. It was Christmas in a block. The guys hit the coffee stand and sat at the rink just listening to the music. They could get lost in this crowd.
Steve, ever vigilant, still scanned around. Until he saw you. You were with a bunch of other girls, giggling and skating around. You had on a pink overcoat with a black hat and gloves. You were lovely, just like always.
Bucky picked up on Steve’s sudden freeze and looked where he was looking and smiled. He saw you too and decided to interfere. He got up quietly and walked over to the group. “Ladies, how are we this evening?”
You flushed and smiled. “Hello Sargent Barnes. How are you?”
Steve watched as Bucky talked to you and your friend. He started to panic and began to head over to you.
“Are you going to the Christmas ball ladies?”
Your friend Audrey giggled. “We don’t know yet. Haven’t been asked.” You wanted to disappear. You were hoping Steve would pluck up the courage to ask. You had told Audrey about your crush on him but he was always so busy that you thought nothing of it. Until the good Captain appeared at his friend’s shoulder.
“Hey punk. I was just talking to Audrey and YN here about the Christmas Ball. So, Audrey, would you like to come with me?” Bucky flashed the girl a heart stopping smile, ever the confident ladies’ man. Even after everything he had been through, he was able to go back true to form. And he’s a sucker for a red head.
“I would love to Sargent Barnes.” Audrey was flushed with excitement.
Bucky looked pointedly at Steve. Steve swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t flub this. “Umm, I was wondering if you would accompany me YN, to the ball I mean.”
Your heart fluttered. “It’d be my honor Captain Rogers.” You felt yourself go pink and you looked down, unable to look at the ocean blue you studied so well.
Steve looked at the pink of your cheeks and smiled. You looked beautiful in your skating outfit, hair in curls down your back. Bucky nudged him to continue talking. “Uh, I’ll pick you up say at 7? Could I have your address?” He held out his phone.
“Yes, ok.” You took his phone and put in your information. You finally raised your eyes to see the sparkle in his. It looked like he was excited but you weren’t sure. He was just being polite, you thought to yourself. It’s a favor to his friend. You try and not let the thought deflate you.
The night of the ball arrives as you are nervous. Audrey dragged you to a dress shop, wanting to look good for this very important event. Lots of important people were scheduled to be there so looking your best was called for.
“Audrey! I don’t think this is a good idea!” you called out from your room.
“C’mon YNN! You look fabulous,” she yelled back from her room.
“It’s too much!”
“It’s perfect.” Audrey walked in in her black, sparkly mermaid ballgown. It had spaghetti straps and if flared out from her hips. She looked like a model, which didn’t help your self-esteem at the moment.
“Wow, Audrey you look amazing.” You looked her over and then in the mirror.
Audrey could see your eyes starting to glass over. “YNN? What’s wrong?”
“He’s only doing this because Sargent Barnes as you right in front of him. Why would he want to go out with someone like me?”
“Oh, honey, you can’t see it, can you? Audrey came up behind you as you stared in the mirror, willing yourself not to cry. She rubbed your arms. “If he can’t see how amazing you are, he isn’t worth your time. But I have a feeling he does. And you are about to knock his socks off.” She took a tissue to dab the tears from your eyes and not smudge the makeup. There was a knock on the door. “Ok, that’s them. Chin up, put on your lipstick and I’ll answer the door.” She left.
You looked in the mirror. “I can do this,” you tell yourself. You put on the nude color lipstick, grab your wrap and clutch and head out to the living room.
An hour before…
“Goddamn tie,” Steve muttered under his breath. He undid the tie and tried again. At least with a tux I could have one of those premade bow ties, he thought to himself. But since this was a military ball, he was required to wear his Army service class A uniform. He looked down at his pants, the crease pressed with a blade to make sure it was crisp. His jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, his medal designation in order. All that was left was this tie.
Tony walked by and looked into Steve’s room. He watched him struggle with the tie for a minute before waving Pepper over. Pepper looked at Steve and smiled. “Steve? Did you need help?” She frowned when she saw his face. “Steve, are you ok?”
Steve was sweating, nerves finally getting to him. He let the tie go. “I can’t get my tie to knot straight and I think I want to throw up.”
Bucky, also dressed in his uniform came in just as Steve finished his last statement. “Punk, what happened?”
“I don’t know. I just, I can’t do this.” Steve sat and put his head in his hands.
Pepper looked at Bucky. “Do you know what is happening?”
“He asked his crush to the ball. We have to leave in 10 to pick her and my date up. Steve? Pal, take a deep breath. It’s gonna be fine.”
Pepper touched Bucky’s arm to stop him. She sat next to Steve. “Steve, can you look at me?” Steve looked up to Pepper. “You like this girl?” He nodded. She motioned him to face her and she worked on his tie. “Look, she must be special if you are getting yourself worked up. But you are a great guy, Steve and if you just be yourself, everything is going to be fine.”
Pepper’s words were a comfort, helping him become calm. “You promise?”
Pepper smiled. “I promise. She would have to be a fool to not see what a great guy you are.” She finished the tie and stood up and picked up his jacket. “You just relax ok.”
Just then Morgan ran into his room and launched herself at him. “Uncle Stevie!”
“Hey MoMo. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”
“I wanted to wish you luck Uncle Stevie.”
“For what?”
“In falling in love. Uncle Bucky says you found a princess.”
Pepper, Tony and Bucky chuckles as Steve hugged the girl tighter. “I did, sweetheart. Thank you.”
Morgan’s nanny came to take Morgan back to her room after hugs and kisses with her parents and uncles.
“If anything, Thor brought some Asgardian liquor last time and we still have some. That should help mellow you out.” Tony piped in. He smiled but then stopped when Pepper threw him a murder glare. Tony swallowed, “or just be yourself, like Pepper said.”
“You’ll be fine Punk. We’ll stick together.” Bucky clapped Steve’s shoulder.
“Thanks jerk. I guess we should get going.” Steve slipped his jacket on and took one last look.
“She’s going to be blown away Cap. Just you wait.”
As you rounded the corner, you stopped breathing. In front of you stood Captain Rogers, in his Army best, looking just like his did in his old army photo. A photo that you had hidden in your bedside table. He took you in and swallowed. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
You were in a red, empire waist ballgown, strapless and floor length. Your hair was in a sophisticated French twist with tendrils framing your face. You had on statement earrings but no other jewelry. You were a vision.
Bucky nudged Steve in the back and had him focus again. “Uh, YN, wow.” I mean, he scratched his forehead, “you look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Captain Rogers.”
“Please, call me Steve.” He smiled and offered his arm. “Shall we?”
You took it and hoped to god that you wouldn’t trip on the dress or the heels. You made it to the limo and all four of you climbed in. It was a short drive to the venue, but it was beautiful with the city decorated for Christmas. You made it inside and the room was decorated with white lights, Christmas trees around the room. You hung on Steve’s arm, mostly out of fear of tripping but also because his warmth gave you comfort.
As you walked the room, several generals and admirals stopped you, shaking Steve’s hand in greeting. Steve proudly introduced you as an agent in legal. He never let go of you, switching between his arm or holding your hand. He made sure you had a glass of champagne, made sure that the servers offered you the canapés first, truly a gentleman, something missing from the current generation of men.
As the formalities died down, you went to the bar, ordering drinks and chatting. But Steve couldn’t help himself and made sure part of you was touching him, his hand on your back, you pressed next to him. It wasn’t helping your resolve to not blush the entire night. At one point, the band played a familiar song, Glenn Miller, if you recalled. “Would you like to dance YN?”
You nodded and Steve took you onto the floor. He moved with the style of the 40s, spinning you around. You couldn’t help but laugh at the movements, his smile at feeling like he hadn’t missed his life. But then the music slowed, a tune for lovers. Steve hesitated but then made his mind up. He pulled you close to him and swayed to the music.
It’s like the rest of the world melted away. It was just you and him and the band, feet shuffling. He didn’t let go, keeping you close, letting you breathe in his cologne. He could hear your breathing, his super soldier senses at work, picked up on how ragged your exhale was. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m fine. Just enjoying the moment.” You made it sound like you knew it would end soon. As the song ended, Steve asked, “Can you come with me?”
He didn’t really allow you to answer as he took your hand and moved to the balcony. It was freezing and he took off his jacket to place around your shoulders. You weren’t sure what to say so you kept your head down. Steve looked out on the city but then looked at you, being meek and quiet. He was nervous, unsure of what you wanted. “Are you having a good time?”
“Yes,” you answer just above a whisper.
“Did I do something wrong?”
That snapped your head up to look at him. He looked sad, like it was the end of something. You shook your head. “No. Um, no, Steve, it's been a perfect evening.”
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
“Because I know that you are doing this for Bucky.” The admission hurt your heart but you knew it needed to be said.
“Why would you think that?” Steve tilted your head by your chin. “If anything, Bucky was doing me the favor?”
“What?” Your voice trembled, not from the cold but from the shock of his statement.
“YN, I’ve been trying to ask you out for months. I just…” he rubbed his neck, “I just didn’t know how.”
Your eyes were big. He wanted to ask you out. You’ve talk to him for months and you had no idea. He was always nice to everyone. Yes, he stopped by your office often, but it was always a purpose.
“Doll, did you think I really needed all that legal advice?” Steve offered a half smile. “I just wanted to hear you and talk to you. I kept trying to figure out a way to ask without being disrespectful. Because I respect the hell outta ya, sweetheart, excuse my language.” The Brooklyn in him slipped, his infamous manners peaked. He looked at his feet, feeling 5 feet tall again.
“Could you ask me now?”
He wasn’t ready for that response as he looked up into your eyes. They were shiny and bright, the lights dancing in them, hope filing them. But it was peace he found most in them. He swallowed. “YN, would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Yes, I would love to.” Your answer was automatic.
Steve took your hands and placed them on his chest, holding them there. “May I kiss you?”
“Yes, sir.” He smiled and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on you. He pulled away to see your reaction. Your eyes were closed, cheeks flushed. He went back in and in deeper, making your arms snake around his neck as his hands were holding you on your lower back and near your neck. Your lips fit perfectly, moving insync.
Needing air, you both pulled away. He pressed his forehead to yours. “Is it too early to ask you to be my girl?”
“Is it too fast to say yes?” You smiled and pecked his lips. “I’d love to be your girl.”
“Your grandpa asked me to marry him a few months later,” you said, holding your granddaughter in your lap, showing the photo that was taken that night. “Best decision I ever made was going with Auntie Audrey to the skating rink that night. We had no idea that night would be the start of something wonderful.”
“Did you wear a wedding dress Nana?”
“A big princess one. Here,” you flipped to the picture on your wedding day, thirty years before. “Uncle Tony was nice enough to host for us. And my dad walked me down the aisle just like your dad will for you.”
“Hey doll? You here?”
“Den, love. I’m with Emily!”
Steve walked in, handsome as ever, if only with more gray in his hair. He came and sat next to you and took Emily on his lap. “Oh, its been a while since I’ve seen the photo. You know Em, your nana was the most beautiful girl in the room that night. And for thirty Christmases I have been the luckiest guy to have her be mine.”
“Will I have that Pop Pop?”
“Of course, you will. Because you know what, you are just like your nana.”
“Hey, I have the tree!” You heard Bucky call through the house.
“You left that jerk alone with the tree?” You reprimanded Steve.
“Hey, I’m the reason why that punk even asked you out. I have a free pass for life.” Bucky smirked. “That’s why your son is named James.”
Evening fell and Emily was put down and Steve brought you a glass of wine and wrapped an arm around you in front of the fire. “You know it was 30 years ago today.”
“I know.”
“Any regrets?”
You smile. “No.”
Steve could see you thinking. “Whatcha thinking about?”
“How much I love Christmas. It brought me you.”
“And here I was thinking the same thing.”
“Yea?”
“Yea.” He gave you a kiss. “Merry Christmas Doll.”
“Merry Christmas Cap.”
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