The reader likes Steve, and goes to confess, but ends up singing Elvis Presley because of nerves.
Requested by: anonymous
“You’ve got this, you’ve got this.” I whispered to myself as I ruffled the wrinkles out of my shirt. I know it’s really cheesy to practice how you’re going to confess to yourself in the mirror, but what would you do if you were about to confess your long-held-secret crush to the Captain America?!
So yeah, I was a bit nervous.
Brushing a lock of hair gone astray behind my ear, I put on a confident smile as I walked towards the living room of the tower, running my speech over in my head. Since no one else was home, I didn’t have to worry about being interrupted, which was pretty much the only thing that I didn’t have to worry about. Everything was good, this is going to be amazing-
I looked up to find myself face first into the chest of none other than Steve himself, who I hadn’t noticed turning the corner of the hallway as I walked. He let out a light chuckle as he side stepped. My brain went frantic as he laughed. “Sorry about that!” He apologized, before turning to keep walking. My brain started screaming thirty-seven thousand different things at me at once.
“Steve, wait!” I called, maybe a bit too loudly to stop him from leaving. He spun on his heel with an eyebrow raised. I looked at the questioning in his blue eyes, and what do you know? That speech I’d worked on for weeks?
“Yeah? Do you need something?” He asked slowly, which sent my brain into overdrive once I realized I hadn’t said anything to him yet. ‘Say something! Anything! Don’t let him leave!’ My head screeched. Before I realized what was happening, my mouth started spilling with words to Blue Suede Shoes by Elvis Presley.
“Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes. Don’t you step on my Blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. You can burn my house, steal my car, drink my liquor from an old fruitjar. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes. Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.” I sang, before nervously throwing my arms out into jazz hands. Steve looked at me like I had grown twelve heads, and my heart sunk as I knew I’d totally blown my chances. “Sorry, I, uh… I’ve been practicing that for a while and wanted to know what you thought?” I blurted out, hoping that was an adequate excuse. The hallway remained silent. I bowed my head, feeling heat creep onto my cheeks. Then, I heard the slightest noise. I looked up as it got louder and louder, and saw Steve with his eyes shut tight and his head thrown back in laughter, a wide grin on his face. I even saw a tear creeping down his cheek. I shrank further into myself. ‘Damn it, you’re an idiot!’ I cringed, not noticing that Steve’s laughter had slowly started to die down.
“That was- that was amazing! I haven’t laughed that hard in ages!” He cried, the smile never leaving his face. “That was the best Elvis I’ve seen. Thank you, so much. You should perform that for the tower some time!” He praised, causing the blush to run even darker on my face. I shook my head, finding a laugh escaping my own lips this time.
“Oh, no, that’s okay.” I smiled. His smile faded a bit, more gentle now.
“Really, your voice is beautiful. Listen, I’ve got some paperwork I need to take care of, but be ready for an encore later, all right?” He said as he turned his back to continue down the hall.
“Y-yeah, okay!” I laughed nervously. Once Steve rounded the corner, he looked back with one of his infamous half-smiles and a nod, before disappearing down the hall.
As the sweat dropped down my neck and tickled my spine, I realized that not only had I utterly failed at my little speech, but I also had to sing to him again later, only on purpose this time. I couldn’t help as I cursed my luck aloud in the abandoned hallway.