I've been asked to write this one up. So in context of this chain of reblogs about Brooklyn being Queer Central in the 1930s…
What if Steve was propositioned on the regular by gay men in Brooklyn? “Women aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on” doesn't exactly mean that men aren't lining up to proposition the cute guy with the feisty temper.
So Steve is like, really good at recognising gay flirting, while being completely hopeless with het flirting.
Case in point: when Bucky leans over all suggestive and “but you’re keeping the outfit right 😉”. Steve is all “Ah yes. I know what you’re doing. I am from Brooklyn. I know what that wink wink means. I am practiced in answering the gay calling. And it’s growing on me 😏”
Case in point two: Steve looking completely oblivious to why a woman might be fiddling with his tie or talking to him about a dance partner in a cleavage popping dress. “Oh she’s fixing up my tie, so kind of her, oh she’s fixing up my tie behind a shelf, so respectful of priva—wtf she just bit me on the lips. What barbaric ritual is this.”
Steve Rogers: expert in gay flirting, n00b in het flirting.
Fast forward to 2012.
Steve: Ah, the gay flirt. I have been gotten back in the world for FOUR HOURS and I have been propositioned by a dude once again. I guess things aren’t so different in the new millenium after all!
