<div class="floatleft">(https://images.moviepilot.com/image/upload/c_fill,h_470,q_auto:good,w_620/eqjoksyw6iggik8re3ha.jpg)</div>Name: Steven "Steve" Rogers<br/>Nom de Guerre: Captain America<br/>Affiliations: Avengers, multiple others<br/>Time: Friday the 27th of October 2017, 7:10<br/>Location: UN Headquarters, NYC to Stark Tower elevators<br/>Tagging: Black Widow, Open<br/><hr/>Dating?<br/><br/><em>Dating?</em><br/><br/>Steve almost burst out laughing. With all that had been happening lately, dating hadn't even occurred to him. Between team infighting, Bucky's brainwashing, international politics and near-constant world-ending threats, relationships outside of team dynamics had seemed so trivial.<br/><br/>That said, he was only human, and there were several good looking women on the team. Even moreso now that several new Avengers had been recruited. He'd caught his eyes drifting a couple of times: Captain Danvers, Miss Pym—even Agent Romanov herself. Catching himself staring made him feel a bit dirty, though. These women were warriors; they were respected heroines and valued members of the team. Paying too much attention to all the wrong parts of them while they trained just felt disrespectful.<br/><br/>But Natasha sure knew how to break the ice. The sheer randomness of the question had knocked him for such a loop that he no longer felt trapped in his endless spiral of thoughts about Stark and the Avengers. How did she always manage to do that?<br/><br/>"The only stupid question is the one you don't ask," Steve said as they boarded the elevator. He pressed the button on the elevator and stood back against the wall in case anybody else needed to get on as they rode up. "But no, I haven't thought about anything like that in a long time." The doors closed, and Steve felt a certain sense of awkwardness fill the room. He'd never really mastered small talk, but the least he could do was return the favor if Natasha wanted to ask about his life. He gave her a friendly smile. "Have you?"