I don't know if this is Romanogers but since Pride month is close, I wanted to make a story, so that everyone is aware. #Proudofme.
It was a very rainy day in Brooklyn, New York. This wasn't a problem for Steve Rogers as he preferred any excuses to not be outside, getting flagged down to sign any more body parts. He was in his new apartment, reading History is all that you have left me by Adam Silvera. He flicked the brown pages, avidly taking in the words. Someone knocked on the door. Since he didn't want to leave his comfortable couch, he didn't move a single inch.
'Come in,' he said dully. 'And close the door, please.'
The door opened to reveal a small, rain-soaked redheaded woman, carrying a black briefcase, cursing Zeus, and closing the door behind her.
'Didn't want to move your ass your couch now, Rogers?' She questioned, taking off her wet jacket and throwing it at his face. He took it off his face and threw it on the table, his eyes still on his book.
He pretended he didn't hear her. 'Where's your umbrella?' he said, standing up, folding the corner of his page to mark it, and closing the book, tossing it besides him.
'I didn't know it was going to rain,' she whined, running her free hand through her wet hair, untangling it. 'And raincoats are for babies.' She added, seeing him holding up a finger, which he put down.
'It's perfect,' he said, 'because you're acting like one.'
She pouted her lips mockingly. 'What a gentleman. Is this how you talked to women during the medieval times? And you wonder why you're still a vir— '
'What do you want?' He said, eyeing her briefcase.
'Two things,' she said, running her pointing finger up and down her figure. 'One: get me a new T-shirt and pants. Two: here's your new S.H.E.I.L.D. uniform.'
She handed him the briefcase. He took it, keeping it down on his couch.
'I'll be back in a second. Make yourself comfortable.'
'Thanks,' she said, walking towards the kitchen table, not before he held out his arm to break her walk, trapping her between his hip hand under his shoulder. She smirked, her left hand finding its way to his waist, wrapping around him.
'Hey, no need to be so handsy. If you wanted to do it, just say so, loverboy.'
'What? No!' He said, turning scarlet, pushing her away. 'Why are you going there?'
'Because I was standing in the subway for 3 hours, and my ass hurts. So excuse me, I need to sit.'
'I meant,' he said, grabbing her elbow and dragged her to the couch, her feet still pointing at the kitchen. 'Sit,' he patted her shoulders, making her shiver as him touching her T-shirt meant touching her shoulders. He pushed her shoulders downwards on the couch. 'Here.'
'But I will— '
'It's fine. It's made of leather.' He said loftily. 'It will dry up. Now, I'll be back.' He exited the living room, leaving Natasha smiling to herself.
She got up and wandered around the shelves and drawers and observed every photograph and newspaper cutting framed into a wooden frame.
He had his own Smithsonian; there were black and white photos of him. Photos of James, or Bucky, whatever you will, Peggy, looking as beautiful as Natasha knew, another photo of him, his arm around a frail blonde boy's shoulder.
Skinny Steve. What a cutie, thought Natasha.'Oh good, you're here.'
He had returned from his room, with a clean blue shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. 'Why do you think I would ever trust you alone in my house?'
'Ha ha, Jane the Virgin,' she said dryly.
Steve didn't understand her, but he needed no context.
'Gimme.'
She outstretched her arm, snatching his clothes, and immediately unbuttoning her jeans.
'Hey, hey!' he exclaimed, turning around, 'Go to my room.'
'Alright, calm down!' she yelled amusingly, walking away. 'No peeking.'
'What a disappointment,' he said, somehow sounding convincing.
* * *
'No way,' said Natasha incredulously. 'You got bit by a cat?'
They were at the dining table, having takeout from the nearby restaurant.
'Don't,' he said shortly. 'It was very painful.'
She smiled. 'How old were you?'
'19.'
'What? Jeez. What did you do?'
'It's more what Bucky did.'
Natasha stiffened and her breath hitched in her throat.
'Nat?'
'Hmm?'
He took her hand, enclosing it in his own, rubbing soothing circles. 'Did I say something offensive? If so, I'm sorry.'
'No,' she said, drinking her glass of red wine. 'Goddamn it.'
'What happened?'
'James was . . . my uh . . . trainer in the KGB.'
He blinked, his hand loosening away from hers. 'Oh.'
His eyes lowered. He nodded absentmindedly.
'Did you ever— god this is ridiculous. Did you two ever— '
'NO! NEVER!'
He flinched at her tone.
She coughed awkwardly. 'No. Sorry.'
She drummed her fingers on the table, clicking her tongue.
She and Steve had known each other for 2 years, but rarely spend this much time alone together, unless they were going at each other's throats, like the one time in Paris, where Steve nearly ended up losing his "letter after u" card, to the target himself. Natasha would never stop bringing up the fact he was secretly gay. He told her to stop, but never denied.
'So . . . ' Natasha begam awkwardly. 'Let's play "Confess or Cough Up".'
'That's not a real game.'
'All games are made up, Uncle Sam,' she said plainly. 'You either confess your innermost secrets or pay $10.'
'Fine,' he said, turning around, facing her. 'You first.'
'Mhmm, 'Kay, how old were you when you had your first sexual awakening?'
'19,' he mumbled. 'In the alley.'
She stifled a snicker. 'What happened?'
'Some of us guys, and Buc— James, were playing "Strip, Soak or Streak"— '
'— And I thought "Confess or Cough Up" wasn't a real game.'
'If we can't take off one article of clothing, or we are completely naked, we have to run the whole street,with our balls freezing, or get completely drenched with a barrel full of ice water. '
Natasha blinked. 'A typical New York day. But what got you turned on?'
Steve looked down. 'I think you should know.'
Comprehension dawned upon her face. 'Oh. Oh my god. I . . . I am sorry. God, that's unfair.'
'I couldn't even look at him for 2 months, not until I told myself that it was, unlawful.'
Natasha shook her head, 'You aren't alone. Even I loved a girl. But they killed her.'
His eyes bulged in horror. 'God, that's f*cking horrible.'
'Her name was Tanya. Man, she was beautiful. But they found out about our relationship. They didn't specifically say that they were homophobic, but they shot her in front of me. Told me that love will only make us weak and compromised. But, hey, in your times, they would hang them in public.' she finished bitterly.
'But . . . I also am attracted to women,' he stated innocently.
'That's means you're Bisexual.'
'What does being attracted to only the same gender mean?'
'Lesbian, for women, Gay, for men. The other Gay.'
'Is there a specific group, or, I am so stupid—'
'No, no, there is. The LGBTQIAPK+ community. Lesbian, women attracted to women, Gay, men attracted towards men, Bisexual, attracted towards women and men, Transgender, meaning people whose Gender Identity is different from the gender they were thought to be at birth. Queer, meaning you're exploring or questioning, Intersex means your reproductive anatomy does not fit the typical understanding of that particular gender, Asexual is you are not sexually attracted towards anyone, but you still can emotionally. Pansexual means your sexual preference isn't limited by Gender Identity.'
She saw the confused look on Steve's face.
'Bisexual are only attracted towards cis-gendered people, male and female, one's whose gender is the same as their Gender Identity, but Pansexual are open to all. Kinky is for, well, who express their sexuality through various ways. There are so many more on the Spectrum of Sexuality. Like Gender fluid, whose gender change at times, Androgynous, whose physical characteristics are both male and female, Demisexual means only via romantic attraction they are attracted sexually to someone. '
Steve's eyes were already pooping out, nearly falling out of their sockets.
'Huh.'
'So you are a cis-gendered Bisexual.' she said, clapping his thigh. 'I'm a cis-gendered Bisexual as well. Cheers to the LGBTQIAPK+ community.'
'Cheers. To that.'
'Hey Peggy once said that she also was attracted to a woman.'
'Really? Who, Nat?'
'This actress, ex-waitress at the L&L Automat, maybe Angela Martinelli.'
'Wow.'