You moved your hand around in the bag, feeling all sorts of objects presenting themselves to you. You took your time, trying to find something interesting. You finally felt something oddly shaped, like a square but with something protruding from one flat side. Intrigued, you pulled it out. It's a little American flag pin, and as you turned it over in your hands you knew there was only one person this could represent.

"Capsicle, you're up! Maybe you'll finally get some action after all this time!" Tony cheered. Steve's face turned red, but he got up and followed you toward the closet. When you got there, you stepped inside but Steve hesitated slightly. Tony, who had followed you unnoticed, shoved Steve from behind. He stumbled and fell into the small closet, putting his hands on the wall on either side of your head for balance and effectively trapping you against the wall. You tried to back up, startled, but you hit the wall. He realized where his hands were and whipped them away, stammering an apology. You put a hand on his arm.

"Cap, it's ok. Tony shoved you and I know you didn't mean to do that," you reassured him.

"O-ok, I just have never played this game and I don't know what to do and you're really pretty and I'm kind of nervous and oh God I'm rambling and-"

"Steve! Calm down, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You have no need to be nervous. Seriously, don't worry about it." You tried to comfort him, but then another part of what he said registered. "Wait, did you say I was pretty?"

"I- No- Yeah, I did. Sorry, I-" You interrupted him again.

"Steve, you have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you, that's a big compliment. And I think you look great too." You smiled at him in the dark, realizing he couldn't see you.

"Y/n, I-I've actually been wanting to talk to you for a while, but could never find an appropriate time. I k-kind of have had a crush on you the last few months."

"You what?" No way did you hear him right. Steve Rogers, the Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had a crush on you? You had liked him for a while, but never imagined that he would reciprocate those feelings.

"I like you, Y/n. A lot. Could I ask you a question?" You couldn't see his expression in the darkened closet. He sounded nervous and excited all at once.

"I- Yeah, sure. Anything."

"Can I kiss you? That's what you're supposed to do in this game, right? If you don't want to that's ok too, I just-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He was surprised at first, but then he kissed back. His arms went around your waist and yours went around his neck with your hands in his short blond hair as the kiss deepened. He pressed you up against the wall gently, as if afraid you'd break in his arms if he pushed you too hard. When you both finally pulled away for breath, he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Was that ok? I haven't really- well, it's been a while. Oh God, you haven't even said you like me back, I'm sorry, I-"

"Steve," you said, slightly out of breath from the kiss, "It's ok. I like you too, in fact, I have for a while. Why would I have kissed you otherwise?"

He looked at you gratefully, leaning back in for another kiss when the door opened.

"Look at that, Cap finally got some!" Tony yelled back to the others. Steve jumped back from you, his face bright red again.

"I- we- it just kind of-"

You grabbed his hand and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. "Go on a date with me? Next Friday, 6:30?"

He turned to you and beamed. "I thought you'd never ask."

You went and sat down beside him while Nat and Wanda smirked.

"Oh, go to hell, both of you," you said, laughing, as you reached up to kiss Steve's cheek.

"Language, Y/n," Steve reprimanded, although he was smiling.

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion over at the bar, and you realized you had missed Sam picking out of the bag. Everyone watched in amusement as Tony forced him and Bucky into the closet and locked the door. This was going to be an entertaining seven minutes.