Steve and sakura for “i slipped on ice outside your house and you ran out barefoot to help me quick let’s get inside under a blanket”
Sakura blinks as a resounding thump echoes outside her door. “Friday?” she calls, pulling out of the complicated stretch.
“I believe it’s one of those ‘pranks’ that y’all have been pulling on the Boss,” Friday replies. “Boss was trying to…well, just open the door.”
Sakura rolls her eyes but stands and moves to the door.
She blinks at the sight that greets her on the other side.
Ice lines the once pristine floor of the hall where she, Wanda, and Vision live. It looks like one of those skating rinks that the team visited a few weeks ago.
And Steve Rogers is sprawled out upon it.
Sakura ignores the fact that she is shoeless, bounding over to him and lifting him easily.
“What happened?” Sakura asks, checking him over for injuries.
As it turns out, she overestimated her abilities to stand on ice without the help of chakra. Her feet slip and she yelps as they tumble down together.
There’s a feeling of breathless surprise in Sakura’s gut as she meets Steve’s eyes. They stare at each other in mutual embarrassment and shock before beginning to laugh.
“You best not be recording this, Friday,” Steve says, directing his gaze to the ceiling. “I’ll let Tony in on the fact that you’ve been messing with the Justice League and the Fantastic Four’s servers.”
The long silence is more than answer enough.
“Good thinking,” says Sakura, smiling at Steve gratefully.
He nods, gaze attentive as she shivers. “Want to head in?” he asks, feeling heat rush to his face when she looks at him curiously. “I wanted to discuss semantics of the next mission.”
“Of course!” Sakura says, standing gingerly. This time, she uses chakra. “C’mon in, I’ve got blankets and some of that ‘hot chocolate’ Sam introduced me to.”
Steve laughs, accepting her hand as she pulls him to his feet. “Is it that manufactured junk?” She shrugs. “I need to teach you about the real stuff.”
They head into Sakura’s apartment, shutting the door behind them.
“Did it work?” Wanda asks excitedly, peeking out of her room.
Vision phases through the wall, shaking his head. “No. I was given to believe that frozen water led to a more ‘cozy’ and therefore romantic atmosphere. It seems these two are more stubborn than we believed.”
“I even tripped Steve so Sakura could come out and help him,” Wanda says with a sigh.
“Boss won’t be pleased,” Friday says, forlorn. “His timeline in the bet is all off.”
Wanda’s eyes light with a manic gleam. “But mine is not. Vision, you and I are going back to the drawing board and watching all the romantic comedies. We will get these two together!”