Steve leaned against the bar, his hand curled around a bottle of beer that he would bring up to drink from now and then. The party had entered what one could call full swing and Tony’s penthouse was crowded with people and conversation. It wasn’t that Steve felt particularly anti social, it was more he felt a little… distracted. Natasha had walked into the penthouse a few minutes earlier, caught Steve’s eye at the bar and had given him a sly smile before she turned her back to him to greet Rhodey. It was then that the trouble started. From the front the black dress she wore was, of course, beautiful. Steve knew she would make anything look amazing though. The black sequins offset her pale skin, a high boat neckline, her legs bare from just above the knee, hair in perfect curls aroun
