Steve was impressed on just how far Sharon would go to do this, his eyebrows raised at her incredible demands! When told that she didn't know if she could possibly put it on Natasha's tab, Steve stepped in again. "That's alright. She actually 'gave' me her credit card. We'll be good to go." Steve said with an assuring smile. The waitress glanced hesitantly at the card Steve pulled out, but he didn't wave it around. He wanted to keep her on edge. She walked off, and Steve then looked over at Sharon, leaning forward a bit. "she's beginning to crack. I now bet a back massage, a romantic night, and a kiss that I can get her to yell at me." Steve said with a small smile, leaning back in to his seat. Although the waitress kept making glances towards the two. They kept their conversation light.

It was so hard not to act like themselves here. They had to keep the charade up that they only knew each other on a professional level, when that wasn't the case. He liked to think he knew a lot about this woman he was falling in love with... Was this love? Steve was new at this. For most of his life he never felt a woman's touch, or any real affection. He didn't really know what love was. But he did know that her touch was the most calming yet electrifying thing he's ever felt. He knew that her smile could make him fall to his knees. He knew that with all of this chaos, and uncertainty, and fear, he could find peace when she was near him. If this was love he was feeling, he didn't want it to stop. 

The waitress came back with their requested orders, and it barely fit on the table. Steve looked at Sharon, and then looked at the food with a look of disappointment. "Is something wrong, sir?" The waitress asked. "Oh, no... Its just, we were talking and decided that we would much rather have some finer dining tonight. I mean, sitting here in this place dressed like this?" Steve asked. He didn't mean a word he was saying, but he had to act in some way (even though he was a very bad liar). 

He stood up, hoping Sharon would follow his lead. He looked at the waitress with a shocked expression. "This diner has very good food sir, and its a great first date spot, and--"

"I'm sure it is. And we won't leave without paying. Still have our friend's card." Steve pulled out his wallet to pull the card out yet again. The waitress in a very quick and sudden motion snatched the card out of Steve's hand, glaring at it, then her eyes looked back up at him with uneasy calmness. She glanced over at Sharon, then handed Steve his credit card. "How long did you know?" Their friend, Natasha Romanoff asked. 

"We had our suspicions. Look, we appreciate the effort, and know you're trying to do this for our happiness... But as I told you a million times, i'm fine where i'm at. And I'm sure Miss Carter feels the same way." He looked at the food, and then handed her his card again. "I'll pay for it all. Add a nice tip." He then turned to Sharon, holding out his arm for her to take. 

As they walked out, Natasha called out for them. "where are you going?" 

"I won. I owe Miss carter a romantic night on the town." Steve said as they left the small diner, having a feeling that Natasha won't be following them this time.