he asks you out.

"so, you working the bar tonight?" you snorted. god, he loved your laugh.

"hardly. i came up here to get a beer." you gulped it a few times and smiled at him.

"listen, y/n, i was wondering-"

"if id like to go on a date with steven grant rogers?" he looked baffled that you finished his sentence.

"and the answer is yes, captain." you winked and slipped your personal phone number across the bar and left to go try and pick up the mjlnör.

which in fact, you did.