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Steve Rogers x Jim Kirk

Kirk wondered if this counted as a meet cute.

Did it count when it was technically the second time you had actually met a person? Or, well, it wasn’t even the second time, per say, but it was definitely the second time where talking to the person was even a potential option. One did not just casually walk up to Captain America and start a conversation. It just wasn’t done. Like you didn’t walk up to a general and just shoot the shit.

But he had to figure that those rules loosened some when said Captain America had seen you naked, right?

Artistically, though. One of his friends had a sister who took a local art class with live models. He owed the friend, so when the little sister asked for a save because a model had cancelled - well, he couldn’t really say no, could he? He wasn’t shy about his body, and he would rather do something simple like modeling than have his friend call in something even more ridiculous or more along the lines of what one might call a ‘shenanigan’.

So, art model he became. What his friend had failed to mention (or perhaps that his sister failed to mention), was that Steve Rogers was also in the class. He had to admit he nearly lost his nerve when he spotted the tall blonde in a shirt that had no business staying in one piece across the man’s chest. But he had committed to this, and Jim Kirk did not give up and he would never live it down if it did. Which, admittedly, was the real reason he mounted the dias and took his first pose.

So yeah, Steve Rogers had seen his butt, drawn it presumably, and very nearly seen the rest of him except the teacher for the class had him demurely cover his genitals with a sheet when he had faced Steve Rogers for that half of the class. When the class was over, he’d even gotten to take a peek at some of the drawings.

Which brought him back to the moment of realizing Steve Rogers was in the room, dressed in Captain America regalia rather than the very sexy shirt and jeans combo from the class. Was he part of this project then?

Well, he might as well have fun while he could. As the group sort of mingled in the room, waiting for the briefing, Kirk shifted closer to Steve and smiled his most charming smile, keeping his voice casual and just low enough to be kept between them.

“I never knew my bottom had such cute dimples.”

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Steve's been trying to get back out into the world, such as it is, which had admittedly been challenging for more than one reason, if he's honest. Sure, he's just busy, and he tries not to do anything that will take him too far away, in case he's called back in at a moment's notice. But he'd also been... not quite sure what to even do, and had maybe spent more time and effort thinking about it than was really necessary. Even if no one else never needs to actually know that fact.

He'd eventually settled on art classes, mostly because they were familiar but also because he was a little out of practice. Figure drawing had always been his favorite, so that's where he'd ended up. There have only been a few sessions so far, but he is enjoying them.

He's just as surprised as Kirk, though, to see an unexpected familiar face in the briefing room. He doesn't forget faces, even when they're not... well. Quite as nice as this one. He's determined to keep things professional as he sees the man drift over, not mention the art class unless the other brings it up - which he does, in a way that maybe shouldn't make Steve laugh, but he does - softly, a little breathlessly.

"Well, maybe you're just not looking in the mirror enough," he murmurs back, voice low, too, lips curved into a smile. "Were you peeking at the results?" Not that he could blame him, he supposes. Steve's never modeled, but maybe he'd want to see, too.

Oh, no one had ever mentioned Captain America laughed like that. The kind of light that made you shiver just a little bit and could warm parts of you with a flush. Which was probably entirely inappropriate considering both their differences in rank (which Kirk was very certain was higher than Captain) and the fact they were in a briefing room.

He probably shouldn’t even be flirting with Steve Rogers but oh well. Ask for forgiveness later and it wasn’t like Steve Rogers wasn’t flirting back.

“I took a once around,” his gave a little shrug but his eyes glittered. “I noticed yours was the most detailed in that particular area.”

Steve maybe shouldn't like the look in Kirk's eyes nearly as much as he does, but he really can't help the way it makes him snort, softly. "Well. I just like to be thorough with my work. I wouldn't want to miss something important, you know?"

Let it never be said that he doesn't like to live dangerously - even when that really just means being willing to flirt (are they flirting? He's so out of practice) right before a briefing.

He... should probably say something non-flirtatious, too: "I have to admit, I've never gotten to work with a model before."

Is that non-flirtatious?

Oh, Kirk would absolutely call this flirting. He was sure everyone eyeing them in surprise through the room would call it flirting and he was sure to get many questions later, but it hardly mattered. Besides, Steve was very cute at the moment - was the great Captain America out of practice? Surely he got flirted with all the time? Though now Kirk rather hoped not because he liked something being 'cute' about the other.

"Yeah? I've never modeled before myself, so I'm glad I turned out to be such a captivating subject," he bit his lower lip around his smile.

Steve does maybe get flirted with a lot - but being flirted with and actually doing the flirting are two very, very different things. And technically, even with his relatively recent history of the first, it's still not a whole lot of experience with either, if you were to add it all up.

"Well, what's the saying: Five out of five stars, would draw again?" Steve teases a bit, hoping he's getting the reference right. There is definitely nothing worse than trying to be witty and totally missing the punchline. "Just in case you'd ever be interested in giving it a second go."

He does, finally, motion to the room, the milling people. "When we're not busy, of course."

Wow, so very cheese, Mr. Rogers. But, you know? It was really cute too. SO he gave it the little laugh it deserved, not wanting to draw to many more eyes to them, glancing at the clock and noting there was only another minute or so before they were to start.

"Well, it Captain America himself is asking..." he trailed off and winked. "Find me after. I'm sure we can find some alone time."

He touched Steve's arm briefly - the faintest brush - before moving to take his seat just as the door slid open and their commanding officer came in to begin the briefing. It was exciting, to say the least - at least, for Kirk's end, though the mission itself was not unexpected given recent events. Earth wanted to broaden its defenses in space, and since getting all nations to work together on that was near impossible, SHIELD was going to do it instead. Steve was being asked to head the force and preparing crews to function in space. Kirk was there to function was one of the engineers and a leadership role.

By the time the meeting ended, Kirk's head felt ready to burst with the glut of information, and he slapped his tablet closed with a huff, rising from his chair and coming over the man who was, effectively, his new acting commander.

"Well, after all of that, I think I definitely need a drink. How about you?"

It's probably fortunate the briefing is so in-depth and a topic that is more than a little interesting. Not that Steve doesn't do his best to pay attention in every briefing, but they can get tedious. Not this one, though. And this mission will certainly be a first. It's going to be a long one - but, Steve thinks, ultimately pretty exciting.

Maybe even rewarding. In more than one way.

Steve isn't surprised - or at all disappointed - to see Kirk appear as the briefing ends and everyone starts to trickle out. He also can't help but laugh, and push his chair back, getting to his feet. "I feel like the only appropriate thing to say here is that the first round's on me," he says, picking up his own materials before sweeping an arm to the other, indicating Steve will follow. Although he doesn't necessarily follow so must as fall nearly in step with, just a tiny bit behind, so they're not walking exactly two abreast. That's just rude if someone needs to get past them in the hall. "Know any good places, or should we get adventurous and see what the internet suggests?"

Steve has gotten very good at Googling for recommendations.

Interesting indeed. It would be a challenge, and Kirk thrived under a challenge. You know, once he popped some advil and worked through the headache and could actually get through all their new reading materials at a less headache inducing pace. And, of course, when a handsome captain (superhero) was not flirting with him.

There are a few glances as he so brazenly approaches Steve, as if there is some unbroken rule he is breaking about who can approach the hero and when. Well, whatever. Steve was just a guy - a very handsome, well muscled, and world-famous guy, but still.

Kirk cocked his head at the suggestion and he chuckled. "Why don't we try your method first? I'm curious to see where your tastes run." Kirk preferred a dive-bar situation himself - cozy, a bit of noise, darts, and pool. Steve though - he had to wonder. He seemed like the type to enjoy a jazz bar, but who knew?

Frankly, Steve's never been one to really stick to the rules, unspoken or not. Yeah, okay, maybe it's gotten him into trouble sometimes, but it's also gotten things done. So he doesn't regret it.

And he definitely doesn't regret it right now.

He grins, pulling out his phone and typing for a moment. His tastes probably ran in between Kirk's own and his expectations for Steve - jazz bars were nice, sure, but a little too swanky for him to feel comfortable in. Mostly his experience with those reminded him of schmoozing with senators during the USO tour, and that is not the vibe he's going for tonight. Small and less crowded is definitely more appealing; he finally hits on something and cocks his head toward Kirk, indicating to follow him out the door. "I think I've got something you'll like. Can I give you a ride? It's not far."

"I do like surprises - and rides from handsome men," Kirk nodded, following happily and glad to be rid of the stuffiness of the meeting rooms and halls of SHIELD. It wasn't as restrictive as his short tenure as a Navy Engineer had been, but it was a close thing. No, he definitely much preferred to be stepping out into fading light with Steve Rogers and the promise of a good time.

He shrugged off his jacket, shifting to tie it around his waist and leave him in just his white t-shirt that had been beneath it. No need to advertise his employment or be reminded of it when he was on, well, this maybe wasn't quite a date, but it was something.

"Lead the way, Captain." He chuckled. "I think I might be saying that a lot soon."

It is a little easier to relax, Steve thinks, once they're out of that room and walking toward the garage. He knows he's got a bit of a reputation, and while it can be - and often is - useful, sometimes it's almost more of a burden than a boon. Keeping up appearances has never been his strong suit, and it's nice to let that drop a little. If Kirk's going to mind... well. They're going to be working together. Hopefully he won't.

Steve grins a little over at the other, though, pulling out his keycard as they pass the guard stationed at the garage door, then swapping it for his keys as he leads them to his bike. "Maybe not as often as you think. A good leader is supposed to know when he doesn't know what the hell he's doing, and needs to rely on other people," Steve says with a grin. "Most of this is not my forte. I hope you don't mind me leaning on your expertise a little."

"Which part is not your forte?" Kirk asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve and smirking just a little. "I certainly hope the bike is your forte, cause I'm sort of putting my life in your hands here because of it."

So said, he waited for Steve to mount up and slid behind him, wrapping his arms around the captain's waist. Was it a chance to get a feel of the other man? Just a little, but he was respectful and kept his hands high, despite the fact Steve had seen all of him the day before.

That makes Steve laugh; he can't help it. "No, no - you're safe there. I meant 'outer space,' honestly. It was all science fiction as far as I was concerned - for most of my life, at least."

He does, admittedly, say outer space like someone's grandpa. So, sorry about that, Jim.

But he does not mind the other taking the opportunity to cop any sort of feel, especially when things are still a little unbalanced, one might say, between them. He might sound like a grandpa sometimes, but he is not a prude. Plus, it's just reasonable - he doesn't want his passenger to fall off.

"I'll take it easy on you," he says, with a bit of a grin in his voice, and revs the bike, getting them moving out of the garage, down the long drive, past another pair of guard stations, and onto the street.

As promised, it's not far - which is good, because they can't exactly talk on the way over. Not that silently enjoying the other's company isn't nice, too, really. But soon enough, they pull into an alley off a well-lit street that's busy, but not too busy. Most of the places are small little boutiques or eateries, but there's a bar on the corner that's not exactly a dive, but definitely isn't the kind of place that has a line out the door or a bouncer standing guard. It's got clean, classic lines, and it might be a little busy inside, but the live music is quiet and instrumental, and the patrons are all smartly dressed in essentially the same level of casual officewear favored by SHIELD.

It is a nice, quiet part of town - cute, really. Quaint might be the word. And somehow it fit with what he knew of Steve's personality. Which, granted, wasn't much, but he took painting classes with life studies so it seemed the sort of thing to do. He glanced at the eateries as they made for the bar, making a mental note of names and to check menus later. Maybe, you know if there was time after another meeting...

Kirk took in the bar, making a soft approving sound as the atmosphere settled in. He didn't necessarily recognize any faces, but he recognized the style of dress, and he wondered what it meant that Steve had taken him to a SHIELD bar. Well, he wouldn't think on it to hard. He had handsome man he was going to get drinks with, and he intended to enjoy that for all it was worth.

"A beer, if you don't mind? Second round's on me," he winked at Steve. "I'll grab us a booth."

It does seem like they'll be attending a lot of mutual meetings, and Steve can pretty much always eat. So a post-meeting meal is definitely not out of the question.

But anticipating the future is something to do later, while right now is hopefully something to enjoy. Steve offers a little salute at the request, and heads for the bar, doubling that order because a beer sounds good to him, too. He generally drinks for taste, so hopefully Kirk won't mind what Steve brings back, finding the booth easily and sliding into the seat opposite his companion, setting one glass down for each of them. "I'm not a fan of places where the music is so loud, I can't hear myself think," he admits, almost a little sheepishly, but that's one of the reasons he likes this place. There are, actually, a few bars that SHIELD personnel tend to frequent. This one is the quietest, most laid-back version Steve's been introduced to, at least.

He knows it's maybe not great, taking Kirk somewhere that is still a bit work-related. But it seems like a good first step, at least.

Kirk can appreciate a man with good taste, in beer or otherwise. He preferred a stiff drink himself, but it was early yet and he wasn't looking to get drunk on his first... whatever this was, with Steve. Slow and steady, as they say.

"No, I totally understand that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've been to head-bangers before, but there is definitely something be appreciate about a place where you can hear your own thoughts," he chuckled.

He glanced around them and back into a corner where he spied a pool table and his eyes flicked back to Steve. "Maybe we can see if you can concentrate enough to give me a challenge at pool?" he grinned.

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omg I'm so sorry I fell off the face of the earth

/dances in with starbucks so its fine

SO LATE gosh I am sorry

/screeches/ and then I am even later!!