Strip It Down
Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: Steve wants to treat Y/N to a date after dealing with all of his missions and missed dates and late nights – Inspired by the song “Strip It Down” by Luke Bryan Warnings: fluff ! Lots and lots of fluff !!! Word Count: 948 Steve walked off the quinjet, Shield in one hand, helmet in the other, only stopping for a moment when someone handed him a phone. Steve smiled and took the phone, handing his shield and helmet to the agent. “Hello?” Steve spoke into the phone. “Hey man. How was the mission?” Clint’s voice asked through the phone. “Quick, easy.” Steve walked towards his room. “That’s good.” Clint’s voice muffled. “So I’m just checking in. You all set for tonight?” “Yeah I’m good on my end,” Steve smiled as he looked at the dress, note and flowers laid on the bed for Y/N. “What about you? Everything good?” “Everything’s set, Cap. You and Y/N should have a great night.” Clint chuckled. “I’ll keep the family out all night. Make sure you’re out of my barn by tomorrow around lunch.” “You got it.” Steve laughed with Steve. “Thanks for this, Clint. We really need this.” “I know man. Me and the family need this too.” Clint said. “I’ll talk to you later.” “Yeah, thank you for everything.” Steve spoke and then hung up. Steve picked up his back pack he’d already packed the day before and left the Avengers Compound. He made it to his apartment he shared with Bucky in Brooklyn, going to take a shower. Y/N had a rough day at work, if the coffee stained blouse, stack of paperwork in her arms and blisters forming on her feet were anything to go by. Her once pulled back braid was now loose, strands of hair fell free around her slightly sweaty face. With a huff, Y/N moved through the Avengers Compound towards the room she shared with Steve, wanting to just soak in a bubble bath for the next few hours. Reaching the door she juggled everything in her hands to push it open, to find it empty. A little confused, considering Steve was coming home from his mission today, Y/N dumped the paperwork on her desk, kicking off her shoes before walking towards the bed. It was then she finally say something lying on the bed. Picking up the note, Y/N read; Y/N I know we haven’t had much time together these past few months. I wanted to make it up to you. Put on the dress and shoes on the bed and meet me outside the compound at 6 o’clock. I’ll be waiting. Love Steve Y/N smiled at Steve’s beautiful handwriting, reading over the note 2 more times before looking at the dress. An off-white, floral, high low dress sat on the bed, a brown and brown belt to go with it, a pair of brown cowgirl boots sat at the bottom of the bed. Y/N also saw that a small bouquet of daisies sat on the bed too, Y/N picked them up, putting them to her nose with a smile. “Oh, Steve.” She whispered o herself, before putting down the flowers and note and going to shower. By 6 o’clock, Steve stood out the front of the Avengers Compound in a pair of faded jeans, a red flannel Bucky made him buy and a pair of cowboy boots Clint made him buy. He honestly thought he looked ridiculous, standing next to the slightly rusted red truck Clint let him borrow for the night. Steve tried not to pace, having been standing there for a whole 2 minutes, but he could feel the eyes of everyone from the second window, Stark even went as far as to have bought a chair and bowl of popcorn to watch them go. Steve began to pull at the collar of his shirt, staring at his feet when he heard the compound doors open. Looking up, Y/N was walking towards him, dress and boots, almost glowing. When Y/N reach him, he immediately bought her into him, kissing her lips softly. “Nice buckle.” Y/N whispered when she pulled away, her finger slightly running over it before moving to the door. “Thank you.” Steve opened the door for her and helped her in. The drive was silent but comfortable, the old radio buzzing with a mix of static and old music. One of Steve’s hands never left Y/N’s, the other on the steering wheel as he drove. Reaching their destination, Steve easily navigated the potholes and rubble of the familiar dirt driveway of Clint’s farm. Pulling up out front of the old barn, Steve jumped out of the truck, running around and helping Y/N land her feet safely on the ground. Steve intertwined their hands as he closed the truck door, moving Y/N towards the old barn that now glowed in the dusk with fairy lights and lanterns. “Steve…” Y/N whispered as he opened the barn door. A table had been set up in the middle of the barn, a bouquet of daisies sat in the middle. It’s was small but enough for Y/N, it was perfect. Y/N reached for Steve again, pulling him in for a kiss to tell him just how much she appreciated this. Steve smiled into the kiss, holding onto Y/N, like having his world in his arms. “Shall we eat?” Steve moved Y/N to her seat. “Ma’am.” He pulled her seat out. Conversation was easy, with the speaker Clint seemed to have set up, music constantly played throughout the night. Stark went all out and got them a 3 course meal from some 5 star restaurant, and in some little way, each Avenger left their mark for Y/N and Steve to have one perfect night together. Around 11 o’clock Y/N had pulled Steve outside the barn, turning the speaker up and they danced under the sky. The night couldn’t have been more perfect, and yet somehow it was.