Stephanie Rogers had gone into the ice with a world at war. When she woke, despite what people told her, she’d found a world at war. Just because their enemies were now superpowered villains, didn’t mean it wasn’t a war. She might have gone into the ice as Steve Rogers, but when she woke, the world had known that the captain had been a female, courtesy of Howard Stark. She could wring his neck for that. Finding herself exposed and lost in a world new to her, she had clung to her team. Of course, they teased her about that clinging given her problems with celibacy. For a super soldier, there was no such thing.<br/><br/>Speaking of not being celibate she looked across the space in the back of the car and considered the two men there. One, much like her, was tall and lithe, whip thin but there was a deceptive play of muscle under the suit jacket. She was very aware that Loki of Asgard was anything but weak, more than capable of meeting her on whatever field she chose, either the bedroom or the battlefield. Johnny Storm on the other hand was what one would typically expect of a superhero. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, the firestarter was built like a quarterback, and there was nothing deceptive about the muscles that played over his body, and even simply thinking about them made her wish they were spending the night in rather than venturing out to the opera.<br/><br/>Leaning her head back against the seat, she winced a little at the feel of her hair brushing against her cheek. It was not often that she left her hair down in the glistening blond waves that it naturally fell into, forgoing her usual braid. Breathing carefully out she eyed both men, considering her boyfriend and the godling that had somehow gotten an invite for the evening. Well. That was a lie. She knew how he’d gotten an invite. Because inviting Loki to Wagner’s opera Ride of the Valkyries just amused her too much to not to. The fact that it was a avengers sponsored charity event just made it to much a temptation to resist. She had invite him and be pleased with doing so. She rarely questioned her attraction to the godling, even if she knew it puzzled most people. She liked him, for more than his shapeshifting abilities and what thousands of years at sex had taught him. She simply liked his company.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure how either of you convinced me that going out in public in this dress was a good idea.”She said, even if they hadn’t known she’d bought the dress she was wearing, she blamed them for having the kink of seeing her dressed up like a girl every once in a while. Feeling the press of the corset against her ribs, serving her breasts up like ripe fruit, what little bit of breasts she had anyways. Usually she looked like a slim and flat chested boy, which made her question why everyone wanted to have sex with her, but she enjoyed it. The corset clung to a honed upper body, before melting into the full skirt around her hips, the navy dress a signature color for her, along with the deep burgundy. She avoided white, simply because if she wore it, she was going to spill something on her, so burgundy and navy were perfect. The deep colors setting off her blond Nordic beauty.<br/><br/>“If I’m not careful, one wrong move is going to have my breasts spilled all over tomorrow’s front page of the paper.”She whined, though she sounded mostly amused instead of upset. Mostly, she really wasn’t worried about it, because the corset kept her breasts where they were, but it was so very different from her normal clothes or uniform that she simply felt awkward and gangly again. Whether or not she embarrassed herself, the look on their faces when she had stepped out of the bedroom after getting ready was worth whatever inconvenience it was of actually wearing the dress. Shifting to look around her she saw that they were getting close to the opera house. “you said the others were meeting us there?”She asked, having come from Johnny’s apartment in the limo Tony had sent for them, she hadn’t seen any of her team since the night before.<br/><br/><br/>