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The date

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Cop!Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, mentions of Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, shy reader, flirting, lies, mentions of abandonment, mentions of drug abuse, angry Sam

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“What shall I wear?” Standing in front of your drawer you don’t know which outfit you shall choose to go out with an attractive man like Steve. “I am bad at dating, Wanda…” Whining you look over your shoulder.

“Your clothes are a nightmare for any fashionista, but I’ll find something for sure.” Getting up, Wanda pats the head of kitty before she stands in front of your clothes, clueless.

“Wanda?”

“Shit, Y/N. Only shirts, jeans and sneakers are in there. Do you have a skirt or top?” Rummaging in your drawer your friend curses, not able to find anything wearable for a, as she would call it, hot date.

“I want to have a coffee, not seduce Steve, okay. I don’t think he’s that into me…” Rubbing your arm nervously you look at the only dress you own. “How about the blue dress? It’s new…”

“It’s old-fashioned, I mean old…” Wanda mutters but you like the dress. You found it at the flea market, it’s from the ’40s, hugs your curves and reminds you of the pictures of your grand-grand-mother.

“I like it! This is the nicest piece of clothing I own…” Getting the dress out you look into the mirror. “I like blue too…”

“Fine, it looks good on you, Babe. Let me find the matching make-up and maybe heels…” Now Wanda opens her huge duffle bag to get make-up, heels, and everything she will need out.

“Why do you have three pairs of heels and stuff in your bag?” Laughing you watch Wanda’s features darken.

“You never know when your best friend calls for an emergency. Now have a shower and I’ll iron the dress and prepare everything else. You will rock this date for sure…”

Nervous, no beyond nervous you look in the mirror. The woman looking back doesn’t look like you. The dress hugs your curves, the heels let your legs look way longer and you like it, but the make-up is not your style.

“I’ll wear the heels and I like how you curled my hair but…” Grabbing a tissue you remove the red lipstick. “Less make-up, Wanda, this isn’t me. I shouldn’t look like I want to get laid or anything…”

“Gosh…doll…” Smirking Wanda uses the nickname Steve used. “I bet you dreamed of getting laid but Steve the whole three days.”

“No…” Flustered you glance at the woman in the mirror once again. “Less make-up, but I like the rest, Wanda…thank you.”

“Anytime, Babe. Now let me fix your make-up and hand you some condoms.” Giving Wanda a bitch face, you shake your head. “Come on, just do it with Mr. Hottie. He called you doll…”

“I don’t even know him, Wanda. I can’t just jump his bones or something. You know I am not like that.” Whining you glance at the condoms in Wanda’s hands before she stuffs them into your purse.

“I know, holy Y/N. Now shut your cute mouth and listen to me.” Taking your hand in her hands Wanda takes a deep breath. “Sometimes you meet a guy and you just know you want him to rail you into the mattress. Better safe than sorry.”

“WANDA!” Removing the condoms, you toss them at your friend. “I won’t have sex with him after knowing that guy for five minutes!”

“But…” Giving you a wink Wanda puts a condom back into your purse. “He saved your and kitty’s life, Babe. Who could ever compare with a hero saving your cute ass?”

“He saved me…” Feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks you giggle. “His hands were so strong, and he smelled so good. Manly…no musky or something. I wanted to sniff at him but this would’ve been weird, I guess….”

“Holy…you got it bad, Babe.” Smirking Wanda pats your cheek. “I bet he will pop your cherry soon enough.”

“WANDA MAXIMOFF!” Enouncing every letter, you point a finger at your friend.

“Just saying…”

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“Steve, you can’t be serious! You want to go out with that poor girl and then what? Torture her between drinking coffee and giving her puppy dog eyes?” Sam is furiously gesturing with his hands. “I will call him, I swear.”

“You will not bug him right now! He still needs time to recover, Sam. This is the best way to get close to Brock Rumlow! If I pretend to like his sister, he might invite me to the inner circle or, she will give me information about her brother.”

Sam inhales sharply, not wanting to imagine what Steve has planned or which line he will cross to get what he wants.

“Steve, Director. Did you have a look at her file? Did you know she got shot shortly after Rumlow Sen. kicked her out?” Pointing at the picture in the folder Sam glares at Steve.

“Steve, you are my friend, my partner but I will not stand at the sideline and cheer for you while you abuse this girl. She went to enough shit in her young life!”

“This could all be a cover, Sam. Maybe Rumlow’s father wanted a doctor to take care of his men. She leaves the family, studies freely and comes back anytime he needs her to fix a wound.” Steve tries to reason with Sam, but his friend won’t have it.

“If you believe this sweet girl has anything to do with the mob, you are a lousy cop for sure. Steve you are blinded by rage and guilt. I know it should’ve been you going undercover and bring Rumlow down. Bucky jumped in as you were with Peggy at that time.”

Sam closes the files, shoving it toward his friend. “Before you hurt that girl and cross a line, you should have a close look at her file and the life she’s living.”

Tapping his fingers onto the folder Sam sighs. “Until you tell me that you won’t use her, I am out of this. I’ll take a few days off. I can’t believe you want to use her to get Rumlow. She means nothing to that bastard, you know that.”

Grabbing the door handle Sam looks over his shoulder, giving Steve a cracked smile.

“You desperately try to fix what happened to Bucky, but that’s impossible. All we can do is doing our job but not the way you want to do it. For me the bad guys are bad, the good guys are good. Sometimes we have shades of grey, but you, my friend will turn darker than black if you act like Rumlow…” The door slams shut behind Sam and for the first time, Steve doubts his plan.

“You should meet up with the girl, try to poke her a bit. Maybe she will tell you something useful, maybe not.” Fury glances at the information Sam gathered. “Wilson may be right, Steve. Keep it low. If she has no contact, leave her alone.”

“It’s only a coffee, Nick. I saved her life and she wanted to thank me.” Rubbing his bearded chin Steve remembers the way you felt against him. He can still smell your shampoo and his mind wanders to your hands on his chest. “I will not marry her to bring Rumlow down.”

“Good, that’s good.” Fury doesn’t like the way Steve stars at a picture of you. “We don’t need anyone suing us for seducing an innocent girl.”

“You look amazing, doll.” Steve can’t take his eyes off you. Wearing a dress looking straight as if you jumped out of a 40’s advertisement, matching heels and your hair in curls you look like you put a lot of effort into impressing him.

“I don’t know…” You are not as self-confident as the women Steve usually goes for. Flustered you tug at the seem of your dress, doubting your appearance.

“Wanda insisted I have to wear a dress on a date. I…I think I am overdressed…Sorry…”

“Never apologize for looking beautiful, Y/N. I mean…” Licking his lips Steve rakes his eyes over your body, admiring the swell of your breasts and the tiny scar at your left knee.

“I am bad at stuff like that. I only have one dress…” Shrugging you smile as Steve pulls the chair for you. “Thank you…”

“My pleasure…” Steve slowly doubts he can stay professional. He needs to remind himself this is an investigation, not a date with a pretty girl. “What do you want to drink?”

“Is tea okay? I am not into coffee that much…” Giggling you can see the look your savior gives you. “I didn’t want to tell you when you asked me for coffee…”

“Noted, doll. You don’t like coffee, but you like tea and cats…” Smirking Steve leans closer, brushing his fingertips over your hand on the table. “Anything else I need to know, Y/N?”

“Uh—I don’t know…” Wrinkling your forehead you don’t know if you can tell Steve you only have Wanda in your life. “I am a loner, I guess…” Rubbing your hand over your dress you try to calm your racing heart.

Steve looks at you with those ocean blue eyes and you are sure Wanda was right. You will fall for him for sure …

“Loner? Such a lovely young lady?” Steve squeezes your hand and your breath hitches in your throat. “What about good friends…?”

“I only have Wanda. Her mom and mine were friends when we were little. After my mom died, I had no one left and Wanda’s mom, she offered me shelter.” Ashamed you dare not to meet Steve’s eyes. “I was grateful, but it was cramped for sure.”

“I see…I am sorry for your loss.” Nodding you give Steve a cracked smile. “My mom, she…gosh…” Rubbing your forehead nervously you glance at Steve.

“You can tell me anything, doll. I work as a social worker.” Steve starts lying to you the moment you opened up to him. He knows that you will tell him anything if you trust him enough.

“She loved me, but she loved drugs more…” Blurring out the truth you believe Steve will run for the hills now, instead, he takes your hand to kiss your knuckles softly.

“I tried to help her but my stepfather…he’s not a good man.” Sniffling you swallow hard. “Here I am babbling about my life.”

“That’s quite alright, Y/N. I like to listen to you. Maybe you want to tell me more, one day.” Steve waves at the waiter, knowing he shouldn’t push you right now. “Don’t hold back, Sweetie…”

“You are nice, Steve but I don’t want to bore you with my stories. How about you tell me something about you?” Blinking a few times Steve looks at your lips, licking his own before the spell gets broken by the waiter taking your orders.

“I am a simple boy from Brooklyn. Honestly, I hate that I had to leave it for work.” Nodding you lean closer, listening to Steve’s words. “Where are you originally from?”

“You will laugh…” Giggling you look around the café. “I would never laugh about you, Y/N.” Covering your hand Steve searches your face as you lean closer.

“Minnesota. A sleepy town called Biwabik.” Steve’s brows furrow. According to your file, you are born and raised in New York.

“Interesting.” Rubbing circles into your skin Steve searches your face for any kind of lie. “How was life in Biwabik?”

“I can’t remember, Steve. I was like three when mom moved to New York, dreaming of a career at the Broadway…and shit…” Covering your mouth with your hand you mumble an apology. “Sorry, I tend to curse while remembering my mom and our life…”

“Broadway…huh? She was an actress or a singer?” You picked Steve’s interest and he pushes your buttons to get more information. Anything he can use against Brock or find out more about you.

“Nah, she wanted to become a costume designer. She had talent, tho…” Watching the waiter place your orders you thank him before you clear your throat. “But before she had the chance, she caught the wrong man’s attention and…”

“Your stepfather?”

“I think that’s enough about past dreams and my mom’s life. How about I tell you about kitty?” Chuckling Steve hides he’s impatient to get to know more about what happened to your mother and your connection to the Rumlow’s but again…he needs to slow down.

“Right! How is the little furball?”

“I adopted her, Steve. She eats for two and …” Squealing you give Steve a wink. “I’ll be a mom soon…”

Steve chokes on his coffee, and his eyes immediately land on your stomach. His hopes shattered he takes his hand off yours. “You’re going to be a mom soon…”

“Yeah! According to the veterinarian, kitty is pregnant. I’ll have more than one kitten soon…” Smiling you take a bite of your cake and Steve nods, hiding the relive washing over him.

“Kitten…that’s great, Y/N. I am more a dog guy, but cats are cute.” Now you narrow your eyes, glaring at Steve.

“I think, we shouldn’t see each other again.” The words floating out of your mouth make Steve’s heart drop. For a moment he forgot this is all fake.

“If you can’t admit you love my kitty, you are not the right guy for me…oh…crap…” Hiding your face in your hands you curse yourself.

“Hmm…I like kitty, Y/N. Maybe I can visit her next time?” Next time, Steve said next time and your heart starts to flutter. “We could have dinner at this nice Italian restaurant I know in Brooklyn.”

Steve offered you his jacket as he walks you home. One arm slung around your shoulders he debates to see you again or just check if Sam was right about you.

But investigating your past with your help will be way easier…right? Lost in his thoughts he barely recognized you stopped in front of your apartment complex. Your look up at him, innocently and he can’t help himself.

Before his mind can stop him, he cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours. It’s the perfect kiss to you and you melt against Steve.

“Doll…I had fun. I’d like to see you again…”

“I’d like that too, Steve…” Shrugging his jacket of you smile one last time at him before you unlock the door. Like a gentleman Steve watches you close the door.

He can’t see you press your back against the door, sighing. You feel like you are walking on air and know for sure. You are falling hard for Steve and you don’t even know his surname…

Steve waits for a while, sending Fury a message while two pairs of eyes watch him slowly turn to enter his car.

“I want to know everything about that guy, like yesterday.” Brock clenches his jaw, slams his hands onto the steering wheel as he must watch Steve drive away while you look out of the window, smiling.

“We won’t get her back if she has a relationship and friends she can rely on.”

“All I can say is that she met him after work and that he saved her life. According to my sister, she’s head over heels for him, boss. Maybe it’s better this way…”

Gun pointed to his head Pietro falls silent. “I’ll try to find out more, boss but Wanda doesn’t know I work for you, she can never know…”

“We have a deal. Fulfill your part and I’ll keep my word…”

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