Imagine Steve Rogers...
… getting clothes samples from Abbercrombie and fitch, because the CEO only sees him as “The cool kid in the class with a lot of friends and whole american dudebro”, because those are their target buyers. But Steve reading up on them and actually recognicing what a bully that whole brand is
“Steve, what the
hell are you wearing?” Bucky asks, jaw dropping. Steve enters the common room
wearing jeans slung low on his hips and a striped T shirt with a breast pocket.
The room fills with a pungent scent that makes everyone cover their noses.
“It showed up on my
bed?” Steve says, questioning himself. “It fits weird. The crotch of these
pants are constricting…”
“Where’d they come
from?” Natasha asks, quirking her eyebrow.
“I don’t know, but
the box had a lot of shirtless guys on it…they were all…damp? Glistening? It
Bucky barks out a
laugh, wiping tears from his eyes. “Oh Stevie, you’re wearing clothes from
Abercrombie and Fitch! Dude, those guys are awful.”
Steve’s eyes get
bigger and bigger as he listens to what Bucky and Natasha tell him about this
stupid company. He damn near rips the clothes right off his body. Instead, he
hightails it back to his room and changes into comfy sweat pants and another
(He definitely would
have stripped right there, but Natasha was in the room, and he still has some of his 1940s tendencies…one of
which is not stripping in front of a lady.)