Tony was- well it was hard for Steve to describe. He was the most handsome and beautiful adult Steve had ever seen. But he knew you weren't supposed to think that, or say it. So he just kind of tried to not. It still happened though, the thoughts and it made him all the more certain he needed to focus on Natasha. Because Natasha was a really pretty girl, the kind of girl he'd be lucky to get to take out.
"Making a picnic!" Steve said as he cut another peanutbutter and jelly sandwich carefully down the middle. "I'm gonna ask Natasha to be my girl!" And while he said it with all the confidence in the world, nice and casual it lacked a little sincerity.
Because he wasn't nervous, if she said no, well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.