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Leather & Spice - Zemo x Reader One-Shot

Summary: You could never say no to a mission when it was Sam Wilson calling, yet cooperating with a convicted mass murderer hadn’t exactly been what you were expecting. Wounding, maiming, killing; those were all in your job description. Acting as Helmut Zemo’s lover was not.

Word Count: 4900

Pairings: Zemo x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic), Bucky x Reader (platonic)

A/N: Ok so I know I’ve been super inactive and I know this isn’t strictly Chris Evans related but I’m currently obsessed with TFATWS; more specifically a certain mass murderer. I’ve substituted Serbian for Sokovian, although Zemo talks to Bucky in Russian. As always, any and all feedback is much appreciated. I hope you enjoy!!! Let me know if you want a part 2!!!

The call had been tense, brief, and widely lacking in any important information, and yet you had still gone anyway.

No matter how many times the Avengers had screwed you over you couldn’t help yourself when Sam Wilson called. Your resistance was futile. He was too charming to say no to, and you were pretty sure he was perfectly well aware of that.

The private jet had been a nice surprise in all honesty. Sam had seemingly always had a knack for finding the seediest alleyway or dingiest motel room to meet up in whenever he called for your help, so you couldn’t help but smile at the change in scenery. Your boots clicked loudly on the tarmac below as you approached the plane, your hand pausing as it connected with the railing of the stair car, a small smile escaping onto your lips as you tried to contain your unusual excitement.

A butler with greying hair and aged skin greeted you at the entrance to the plane. He was dressed in a neat, black suit and smiled at you kindly upon your arrival, his arms already extended as he motioned towards your luggage.

“Oh, thank you,” you said with a smile as you handed over your bag.

The cabin was lovely; spacious, lavish and filled with two grown men who were currently too enthralled in their escalating argument to take any notice of your arrival.

Bucky and Sam were sitting next to each other; Bucky slumped over within his seat with his arms folded across his chest, Sam perched at the edge of his own seat, his hands raised passionately before him as he berated Bucky in a tone that was clearly trying to stay relatively calm but was miserably failing. You cleared your throat as a small smile escaped onto your lips; these two hadn’t changed one bit.

Sam’s eyes met yours first.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, immediately rising from his seat and striding the few steps towards you, engulfing you in a hug. “I wasn’t sure, you’d come. I haven’t seen you in so long!”

You laughed as you managed to extract yourself from Sam’s embrace.

“You know I can never say no to you, Sam,” you chuckled.

“It’s because I’m too handsome, right?”

“Sure.”

You turned your attention to Bucky who was now standing just slightly back from Sam, their argument apparently forgotten as Bucky smiled kindly towards you.

“Hey there stranger,” you said as you gave Bucky a brief hug.

“And here I was thinking I was the most antisocial person I knew,” he retorted.

“I haven’t been avoiding you two, I promise. I’ve just been busy.”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “With whatever it is you do.”

You laughed but didn’t answer his implied question.

“This jet is a nice touch. How in the hell did you afford this?” you questioned.

The atmosphere changed immediately, the smile on your features faltering slightly as you felt the tension rise around you. Bucky turned his eyes to the floor, his figure hunching over slightly so that he looked far smaller than he usually appeared. Sam averted his gaze as well, instead turning to look at something past your shoulder.

“It’s mine actually. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Having worked in secret services your entire life you found yourself quite shocked at having failed to notice the third man on board. There was no doubt that this man hadn’t been in the main cabin upon your arrival, but having failed to recognise his presence until he spoke was an unusual oversight on your part; especially since he was standing quite close to you.

As you turned around you registered three things before your eyes landed upon him. Firstly, his accent was unusual, captivating and alluring, not one that you could outright recognise on an initial introduction alone. Secondly, his cologne was extraordinarily enticing; a dark, spicy smell that washed over you and filled your senses all at once so that you couldn’t help but inhale deeply to try and get another whiff of it. And thirdly, his presence was remarkable. Even before you looked upon him you could tell that this was a man of wealth; his tone, his posture, his cologne, his everything, oozed sophistication.

And then your eyes met his.

“I’m Helm-”

Before he could finish you grabbed the hand he had been in the process of outstretching for a handshake, twisted it behind his back before shoving him up against the wall of the plane with quite possibly a tad more force than was strictly necessary. A grunt escaped his lips as you did so, but whether it was from pain or surprise you couldn’t tell.

“Y/N!” Bucky and Sam yelled in unison.

“Would someone care to explain to me why there is a convicted criminal on board this plane.” Your voice came out far calmer than you were expecting.

“Well it is my pla-”

“Shut up,” you, Bucky and Sam all said in unison.

You pushed his contorted arm higher and a flicker of pain crossed his features for just a second, yet he remained silent. His face was pressed against the wall, your body weight holding him in place, and yet his eyes were trained on you, a piercing blend of hazel and gold that sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t resisting at all—which was surprising considering he could probably overpower you with his military history—and he no longer made any obvious outward indication that he was in pain even though the placement of his arm would suggest otherwise.

“We need him, Y/N,” Sam finally spoke up.

You struggled to pull your gaze from his, lingering for what felt like years.

“And his life-long prison sentence just happened to be up, I suppose?” you replied.

You couldn’t quite tell, but the subtle vibrations coming from Zemo made you think that he was laughing.

“Well, Bucky was the one who actually broke him ou-” Sam began.

“Oh yeah blame it on me,” Bucky exclaimed.

“Were you not the one who broke him out?”

“You know we needed him I was just the-”

“Ok, ok, boys,” you interrupted. “I really don’t care whose fault it is. What’s done is done. But will someone please explain why the hell we need a mass murderer’s help?”

“Well, there’s this new terrorist organisation called the Flagsmashers,” Sam began.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Zemo interrupted. You pushed him up against the wall harder but he continued on unfazed. “But I feel like this story is going to take a while so is there any possibility that I can have the function of my arm back, please?”

There was that accent again, so unusual and yet so smooth that it took you a few seconds to actually register what the man was saying. You glared at him for several seconds but eventually loosened your grip.

Immediately turning around, Zemo brought his hand up to rub at the arm that had been angled uncomfortably behind his back, his gaze never leaving yours. Your eyes travelled down his figure, taking in the luxurious coat draped around his shoulders, the well-tailored purple turtleneck underneath that shaped his frame well, and the expensive-looking black gloves that clung to his fingers. When your eyes returned to his a smile was peeking through onto his lips.

“As I was saying before, I’m Helmut Zemo.” You noticed that he didn’t extend his hand a second time for a handshake. “But I take it you already knew that…Y/N, is it?”

You didn’t answer, simply continuing to stare at him through slitted eyelids.

“I would say it is a pleasure to meet you,” he began again, making his way over to a small bar cart as he poured himself a drink. “But it was actually a surprisingly painful introduction.”

Extending a gloved hand towards you Zemo offered you a glass of the brown liquid. With some hesitation you accepted, your eyes never leaving his as your hand brushed over his gloved one.

Tearing your gaze from his you made your way to the seat in front of where Sam and Bucky had been previously sitting. Taking a sip from your drink you motioned for the two men to reclaim their seats.

“So, tell me about these Flagsmashers.”

*

“If we have to do something about this, I’m the only one that looks like a pimp,” Sam commented, looking down to admire the colourfully decorated suit he was wearing.

The four of you were currently walking across an empty bridge, the lights of the bustling city burning bright in the distance.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing; a sophisticated, charming, African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger,” Zemo replied, passing his phone to Sam, a photo lighting up the screen.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me though.”

You walked closer to Sam, leaning over his shoulder to get a look at the picture. You laughed slightly to yourself.

“You sure you don’t have some alter ego you’re not telling us about?” you questioned.

“Ha, ha,” Sam responded dryly.

“So then who am I supposed to be?” you asked Zemo. “Some stunningly beautiful millionaire who also happens to look exactly like me, I presume?”

The sarcasm was obvious in your tone and yet you were still surprised at the small laugh that left Zemo’s lips. It was deep, dark, and didn’t last very long, but it was charming. You turned away from him and looped your arm through Sam’s instead, pretending to need assistance with walking from the six-inch heels Zemo had you wear.

The dress he had presented to you on the plane was surprisingly stunning. It was black and fell just above your ankles, a large slit running up the left side of the fabric and a cowling neckline that accentuated your figure perfectly. The back was low, the straps criss-crossing across your shoulders doing little to provide any solace from the evenings cold wind.

“In a sense I suppose that is correct,” Zemo responded. “You will be playing the role of my date.”

Your head whipped around to stare at him.

“Excuse me?”

Bucky and Sam tried in vain to hide their snickers. You punched Sam lightly in the arm.

“The Smiling Tiger, the Winter Soldier and I all have reputations that we can rely on here in Madripoor. Nobody knows who you are Y/N and that makes you the most valuable person here. By limiting you to just my date people will begin to underestimate you which makes you a valuable asset if things begin to go South.”

His words made sense and yet you refused to admit it.

“He’s not wrong, Y/N,” Sam whispered to you.

“I think if Bucky can pretend to be the Winter Soldier,” Zemo continued. “Then you will be perfectly capable of pretending to be my date.”

“No, I think Y/N still got the short straw here,” Bucky said, causing you and Sam to begin to snicker as a scowl appeared on Zemo’s face.

A black car began to approach you on the bridge, pulling up beside you. Just before you could open the door a gloved hand enclosed around the handle.

“Allow me, draga.”

He opened the door and motioned for you to enter. You met his gaze, raising an eyebrow up at him.

“I’m not your date just yet.”

“A lady should always be treated with respect whether she is one’s date or not.”

You hadn’t been expecting a response, yet he had provided one so quickly and with such sincerity in his voice that you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows at him. Your gaze lingered upon his for several seconds before he provided you with a curt nod.

You entered the car without another word, Zemo following in behind you so that you were now sandwiched between him and Sam with Bucky sitting quite comfortably in the front seat.

The drive into town was mostly quiet. You enjoyed looking out the window at the bright city, mesmerised by all the neon signs and blinding lights. The streets were riddled with guns; hidden in holsters on people’s hips, tucked into the backs of pants, or simply waved around nonchalantly. You checked the holster attached to your thigh for good measure.

Glancing into the rear-view mirror you could have sworn that you had met Zemo’s gaze for a split second, but with a blink of your eyes his head was now directed out the window, his gaze fixated on the passing buildings. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but returned your gaze to the window once more without a word.

The streets were crawling with criminals when you reached the bar. Guns were being waved around as if they were a fashion accessory and blatant felonies were being conducted out in the open with no attempt to conceal anything.

Zemo exited the car first, and as you scooted across the seat to make your own exit you found that familiar gloved hand was already extended towards you. Looking up, your eyes met his, taking his hand without a word. You were now in character and you were going to play the role as best you could.

You didn’t let go of Zemo’s hand as he helped you from the car. Instead, after waiting for him to close the door behind you, you looped your arm through his as you had done to Sam only minutes previously, this time leaning into him much more closely than you had done with your friend.

If Zemo was surprised at your gentle touch he did not show it. Instead he flexed his arm to bring you slightly closer before leading you, Bucky and Sam into the bar. As soon as you had exited the car it seemed as if the whole street had their eyes on you. Your heart fluttered nervously in your chest, but your features remained neutral even as your eyes roamed freely around your surroundings.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you whispered to Zemo. “But I think you should’ve given me something a bit more revealing to wear. This dress is beautiful, but I look so out of place.”

Zemo turned to you with a smile on his face.

“Any woman on my arm will always be dressed in the finest of silks. It would be far more suspicious if I made you wear a more revealing dress, trust me.”

His voice was low as he spoke to you, his gaze fixated on you as he smiled cheekily.

Your heart fluttered nervously once more.

The bar was loud, hot and filled with half-drunk people rubbing their private parts against each other. The popular neon lights trickled in to the establishment, casting contrasting shadows of yellow and red across the space.

A bartender greeted you as you approached the bar, his face stoic and void of emotion.

“Hello gentlemen,” he nodded towards Sam. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

Zemo answered for him.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.”

The bartender turned to Sam.

“The usual?”

Sam nodded.

When the bartender returned with a snake and began to gut it right in front of you you couldn’t help the small smile that crept up onto your face when you realised what was happening.

“Ah,” Zemo began, “Smiling Tiger, your favourite.”

His tone was slightly mocking and it nearly caused you to burst out laughing right there, but you managed to retain your composure. Sam turned with a resentful look on his face to see you and Zemo trying to hide the smiles that were creeping on to your faces.

“I love these,” Sam said as he raised the glass to you.

You leaned your head on to Zemo’s shoulder in an attempt to hide your snickers. Sam clinked his glass against Zemo’s, and after some hesitation, downed the shot in one.

The smile was wiped from your face as you felt a presence approach you from behind, struggling against the instinct to reach for your weapon. Zemo felt you still beside him and immediately turned to meet the approaching man, placing you slightly behind him.

“I got word from on high,” the man said. “You ain’t welcome here.”

Zemo’s voice sounded nonchalant as he responded.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists he can either come and talk to me,” Zemo looked behind him to where Bucky was standing.

“New haircut?” the man said to Bucky with a scoff.

Zemo’s voice was deep and demanding, grasping the man’s attention once more, “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man left but now your senses were on high alert as Zemo turned back to talk to Bucky. Your eyes scoured the room, noticing several men beginning to approach you. Slowly your hand began to travel down to your gun.

“Not yet, dušica.” Zemo’s gaze turned to Bucky just as one of the approaching men placed his hand upon Zemo’s shoulder. “Zimniy soldat. Ataka.”

Without hesitating Bucky grabbed the arm of the man who had touched Zemo, bending it painfully backwards. You watched on with bated breath, worried for your friend as he reverted back to what he once was, not because he wasn’t able to handle the fight—he wasn’t even breaking a sweat as he took on three guys at once—but because of what this little act might have on all the progress he had made.

Your gaze flickered to Zemo for a split second to find that he was smiling.

“It didn’t take long for him to fall back into form,” he whispered to you.

Ever since this trip had begun you had slowly started to become desensitised to the fact that you were in the presence of a mass murderer, often forgetting at times that the man before you had caused so much pain and suffering. But now it hit you all at once, causing you to become quite repulsed by the presence beside you.

Wanting to remove yourself from his side but knowing that you couldn’t you instead leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“If you smile again from Bucky’s pain, I’ll punch your teeth in so that when I burn you to death they won’t be able to use your dental records to identify your body.”

To say that Zemo was surprised at your comment was an understatement as he whipped his head around to look at you, his mask of composure forgotten for a split second as his eyes met yours. He didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes told you that he had not been expecting such a response. His gaze fell to the floor and you thought, just for a second, that maybe he was about to apologise, but when his eyes came back to look at you his mouth remained closed.

He noticed the change in your attitude immediately. Whilst you did not disentangle your arm from his, you now distanced yourself as far as you could from his side, your touch no longer the comfortable presence he had begun to enjoy, now cold and impersonal.

The sounds of guns being cocked brought your attention back to the room.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo quickly whispered to Bucky. “Otlichnaya rabota, soldat,” he said louder.

Everyone in the bar paused as Bucky let go of the man he had been in the process of choking.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender interrupted.

A small sigh of relief escaped from your lips.

The back room was poorly lit and smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, the wall to your left illuminated by small televisions that displayed the security camera footage from all over the bar.

Selby—a middle aged, menacing looking woman with short, platinum blonde hair—was sitting upon one of the luxurious couches, dressed in an ill-fitting suit with a loosely tied tie hanging around her neck.

“You should know, Baron,” she began, tapping her hand against the head of the couch. “People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.”

“Not a demand,” Zemo responded. “An offer.”

Zemo took a seat on the couch opposite to Selby’s, his hand in yours as he motioned for you to sit next to him. You paused for just a second before perching yourself so that you were instead sitting in his lap. As much as you didn’t want to be in this position, when you went undercover you did it well. Zemo’s face showed no hint of surprise, but his hands fumbled for a split second, unsure of where to place them before he rested one on your waist and one on your thigh, quite high up so that he was basically at your knee. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed and you found yourself quite surprised at his willingness to respect your boundaries.

Selby raised an eyebrow at you.

“A lot has changed since you were last here,” she said, her gaze now fixated on you. It made you feel uncomfortable, but you didn’t show it as you leaned back into Zemo’s touch. “By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”

Zemo’s gloved hand began rubbing circles on your knee, your skin exposed from the slit in the dress. You were pretty sure he wasn’t aware he was doing it, but you weren’t altogether against the touch.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” he responded. “I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“What’s the offer.”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum, and I give you him.” Zemo’s gaze turned to Bucky who remained stoic and impassive in the corner of the room. “Along with the code words to control him, of course.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately.” She paused as she considered the offer. “You were right to seek me out. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank…or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo questioned.

“Oh, the breadcrumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron.” Selby’s gaze shifted to Bucky before it returned to land on you. “Who is this beautiful creature you’ve got with you?”

You felt Zemo stiffen beneath you.

“Ah,” he began, his voice somehow having grown deeper. “This one isn’t part of the deal. She’s mine.”

There was an intensity to the way he said mine. It was subtle, but it was there, and Selby noticed it as she quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“Are you sure about that, Baron?” she responded with a laugh. “These young creatures get so restless. Are you sure she’s not bored with you already?”

Zemo’s hand was now gripping your thigh a lot lower than where it had previously been and a lot harder; not so roughly that it hurt, but hard enough for you to realise that he was unsure of how to proceed. You turned your gaze to Selby who licked her lips as your eyes met hers, before turning your attention back to Zemo. He looked up towards you, a confused look flashing across his eyes as he tried to figure out what you were about to do. Having made your decision—and before you had enough time to really question what you were about to do—you leaned down towards the Baron and collided your lips with his.

Zemo hesitated at first, his lips unresponsive against yours for a split second before he returned the gesture. His hands came up to tangle themselves in your hair, your own hands gripping the base of his scalp. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and turned slightly so that Selby had a clear view.

You made sure the kiss was dirty and ferocious, and it left both of you breathless as you pulled away from him.

You turned to Selby with a smirk on your face, wiping some saliva from the corner of your mouth with the pad of your thumb as you maintained eye-contact with her.

“Not quite yet,” you said.

A viscous smile spread across her face but before Selby could respond Sam’s phone began to ring, and everything went downhill pretty quickly from there.

When the sniper shot came through the window you didn’t have time to be surprised, immediately leaping to your feet, gun already in hand. Before Selby’s henchmen had even had time to react you had already shot a bullet into two of their chests, Bucky taking out the third man in the room.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead,” Zemo said, quickly making his way back down to the bar with you, Sam and Bucky close behind, your gun back in its concealed holster.

Descending the stairs quickly, Bucky leaned back with a smirk on his face. 

"Told you you got the short straw."

Punching him in the arm to try to get him to shut up you quickly realised your mistake as you brought your hand to your chest, pain flaring in your knuckles at having collided with the vibranium. A short laugh escaped from Bucky's lips.

"Focus," Zemo called from the front of the group.

You made your way back on to the street quickly, following Zemo as he hastily walked in a direction that you hoped would get you off the main strip. Looking around you as you walked you kept noticing people getting notifications on their phones and a bad feeling began to grow in your stomach.

A round of bullets were shot towards you, the proximity of the bang causing your ears to ring painfully. All four of you ducked immediately as you scrambled away quickly. Bucky and Sam ran forwards and Zemo, grabbing your hand swiftly, veered off into a small alley way, his hand never leaving yours as he ran. The sound of several footsteps followed close behind you, but before you could reach for your gun Zemo crowded you into a small alcove.

“What are you doing? They’ll see us here,” you angrily whispered. Your hand began to reach for your gun once more but Zemo stopped you.

“There’s too many of them,” he said quickly, peeking out from behind the alcove to spy on the approaching men.

“We’re sitting ducks here. I can probably get a few shots out if-”

All at once Zemo whipped back around and placed his index finger upon your lips to stop you from speaking.

“I’m truly sorry for this.”

For the second time that night Helmut Zemo’s lips were now upon yours, kissing you far more softly than you had kissed him before. His body was crowding yours against the wall of the alley way, his broad form easily shielding you. The footsteps got closer and closer, all the while you kept kissing the Baron. This time there was no tongue, just gentle lips upon yours as he kissed you tenderly and slowly.

That cologne you had first smelt that morning engulfed your senses now so that it was all you could smell. Your hands came up to grip at the fur collar of his coat, pulling him closer by the furred lapel, and you couldn’t help but marvel at the softness of it. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the approaching footsteps; how close they came to you before they past right by, the group of men not giving you a second glance as one shouted orders to the rest in a language you couldn't be bothered to recognise.

At some point Zemo's tongue ended up in your mouth, or maybe it was your tongue in his. Either way you couldn't recall who had initiated it, and couldn't quite find the effort to care. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek whilst the other became entangled within your hair, pulling at your roots slightly so that you moaned at the feeling.

You moaned.

Pushing the baron away from you you immediately put as much distance as you could between the two of you. His lips were red and swollen and you were quite sure yours looked the same, both panting slightly as the cold air illuminated your breaths.

You could feel your cheeks begin to redden immediately, and swiftly turned away from him to hide your embarrassment.

You could still hear the men who had been following you, their footsteps far quieter now as they continued down the alley.

“I think they’re gone,” you finally said, having allowed the awkward silence to grow palpable between you.

“Yes…yes I think you’re right,” he responded, not meeting your gaze.

The sound of footsteps coming down the alley filled your ears once more, and this time you didn’t hesitate as you pulled your gun from its holster.

“Woah, easy there tiger, it’s just us,” Sam said, his hands held upwards in a sign of surrender.

You let out a sigh as you saw them and immediately felt Zemo’s gaze fall upon you.

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by noctilums

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I really, really love them in all-black suits

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It’s time

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cause I’m with you till the end of the line

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The Waitress

Word Count: 1,217

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: legit nothing lol i probably swore but that’s normal for me lol

This was a super quick and probably really bad one shot done for @littlemarvelfics and their writing challenge! I hope I did okay - it was based off of this song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life. I didn’t get a chance to listen to it but I hope I did okay with the prompt! Thanks so much for letting me write for you @littlemarvelfics!!! <3

Check out the writing challenge here!

(Gifs aren’t mine! Credits to the original creators :))

(Y/N) looked up from the table she was serving at the sound of the bell on top of the front door. She smiled seeing a group of men walk in before turning back to her customers.

“Cup of coffee and a slice of pie then?” She followed up, to which the old man had nodded with a gentle smile. “Coming right up,” she told him before happily sliding behind the counter. 

It had been a shit day. (Y/N) had spilled coffee on herself at least 3 times, she had stubbed her toe badly on the corner of a table, and a customer had yelled at her for forgetting to add extra cheese on their omelette (which she did but the customer is always right apparently).

And yet, even with everything bad happening, (Y/N) was in a good mood. Why? Because it’s Sunday evening and every Sunday evening, her favourite customer comes in. 

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Save Me Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has finally landed her dream job as a lifeguard on Midgard Beach, but how well will she fit in with the team and how will she cope after grabbing the attention of the blue eyed captain?

Pairings: Steve x Reader, multiple MCU characters

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

A/N: Sorry the masterlist took so long! I went on holiday and didn’t bring my laptop with me xxx

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as someone who writes steve/chris fan fiction and is always looking for good recommendations, i love your blog!!!

Well you’ve got me blushing! Thanks so much!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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I need to binge Save Me but I saw that you already posted the finale and I’m sad already 🥺

I was sad posting it but don’t worry there’s more stuff in the works xxx

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Save Me - Chapter 10 (Finale)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, multiple MCU characters

Word Count: 4308

Summary: Y/N has finally landed her dream job as a lifeguard on Midgard Beach, but how well will she fit in with the team and how will she cope after grabbing the attention of the blue-eyed Captain?

***Masterlist***

A/N: Yo as if this is the final chapter. I really really hope you guys all enjoyed this fic cause I sure enjoyed writing it. If you have any fic ideas you’d like me to write then just shoot me a message and I’ll give it my best shot. I’ve already started writing another fic based on one of my favourite rom coms so once I get in the groove of that I’ll be sure to post it asap. Thank you all for reading my work and feedback is always appreciated xxxxx

The first inclination that Steve got that things were mending between the two of you came the very next day. He had been running late to work, thanking himself that he took his bike which easily slipped through the traffic, cutting his travel time in half.

The team were lazily sprawled among the couches in the tower when he arrived, chatting idly to pass the time as they waited for their Captain. Steve had practically flung himself through the door, throwing his backpack by the lockers as he began assigning positions for the day. His colleagues stared back at him clearly bored, each one eager for the day to end and for their weekend to begin. Ignoring their glazed over eyes he continued with his directions.

Steve had always prided himself on being a punctual man. He was usually the first through the door, the knowledge that he had a team to run always on the back of his mind, pressing down on his shoulders. But that morning he had done something that he hadn’t done in years; he had slept through his alarm. He was no stranger to rising early in the morning and so had been utterly shocked when he had opened his eyes and glanced at the clock beside him.

Thinking back to the night before his body had felt as light as a feather as he had practically floated to bed, his mind still whirring with the thought of you. The way you had kissed him, the heat of the shower, the little moans you had let escape your mouth when he had bitten your lip all came rushing back to him as his briefs began to grow tighter.

He had never slept so well in his life.

As he watched everyone get to work, catching snippets of disgruntled groans as they begrudgingly hauled themselves off the couch, he finally let himself breath, calming himself down after rushing to work in a frantic state. He picked up his bag from where he had thrown it on the floor and opened his locker, his face being encompassed in a wide grin as he glanced at what lay inside.

The reusable cup he had bought for himself lay inside, steam trailing from the small hole in the lid as the smell of coffee hit his nose. Laying beside it was an empty paper bag, crumbs still evident around it.

You’ll have to earn the pastry back.

The words had been written messily across the bag, the thick black marker still wet in some areas. It only made his smile grow wider as he glanced back at you, your eyes catching his as you took the last bite of the escargot that you had been holding.

Steve brought his hand up to his heart, feigning shock as you giggled back at him, your wide smile matching his.

***

The taste of the sweet pastry still lingered on your tongue as you reversed the buggy out of the shed and slowly made your way down the ramp. After having attached the paddle boards to the back tray Peter jumped in next to you before you headed off to the first station.

The weather was unnaturally warm for this time of year, you noticed as you glanced at the crowded beach before you. The sun was already beating down harshly and the day had only just begun. Your senses were on high alert due to the increase in pedestrians, the potential risks increasing with each new beach-goer.

Peter kept the conversation going for the better part of the day. You loved the kid, but he sure could talk. He chatted mostly about school and his friends, a girl called MJ being addressed most frequently. You smiled as you glanced at the boy, his cheeks heating up as he gushed about his crush.

“So are you gonna ask MJ to prom?” You questioned instantly causing Peter to turn red with embarrassment.

“Well, I don’t know, I don’t really have anyone else to ask and-”

You cute him off before he could go any further.

“Woah-woah-woah buddy. You don’t want to go around asking girls out just because they’re your last resort.” Peter instantly became flustered, eager to correct what he had said. You smiled back knowingly.

“No-no-no I didn’t mean it like that. I really like MJ and I’d love to go to prom with her but what if she says no then she might think that I like her and then our friendship could be ruined and that would really suck cause she’s so funny and smart and-“

You cut him off once more, noticing that he seemed to get extremely flustered on the topic of crush.

“Do you like her?”

Peter became silent at that. You could physically see the cogs turning in his head as he put pieces together in his mind.

“Oh my God,” he stated after several seconds of silence. “I like MJ!”

A wide grin spread across his face as he revelled in his realisation. You couldn’t help but smile at him, missing how simple high-school dating used to be.

“I reckon you should tell her then.”

Peter’s face was encompassed by shock as he stared at you, a laugh erupting from your lips as he began sweating at the thought of it.

For the rest of the day the team was on high alert as the number of rescues that needed to be completed increased drastically. The beach was practically completely covered in beach towels and umbrellas as more and more people came down to the sand to soak up the sun.

Bruce had been called in to work after lunch, taking over Steve’s position at the third post as Steve towed the jet ski down to the beach. The Captain had made a good call, you realised, the help from the jet ski taking the load off of the patrolling lifeguards, the water vehicle being able to tow more people in and decreasing the need for rescues.

Throughout the day the waves had been constantly growing in size, making it harder and harder to keep an eye on swimmers as they were swallowed by waves. The tide was now so high at your station that the water was crashing dangerously onto the rock plateau that lay at the far left side of the beach. It was usually used by children, a good platform for jumping into the ocean, a large staircase leading down from the pathway above it, giving easier access to surfers and swimmers. But right now it was a death trap as the waves plummeted violently onto the hard surface, making the rocks wet and dangerous to walk across.

You were quick to warn a group of young kids as they ran towards the ocean. They headed your words, their parents taking them further down the beach where the waves were less violent.

Your eyes were glued to the water as the waves swelled high, your body rigid in your seat as a familiar feeling began to grow in the pit of your stomach. You watched on for several minutes, not spotting anyone in danger but heading the warning that your stomach was giving you. After a few more minutes a mother came into your sights as she frantically walked up and down the beach.

“Hannah!” The mother shouted, oblivious to the attention she was getting from the people around her.

“Hannah!” She called again, the feeling in your stomach growing as she yelled over and over.

“M’am?” You asked. “Are you alright?”

She immediately stormed towards you, her eyes filled with worry as she spoke fast.

“My daughter, I can’t find my daughter!” She was breathing heavily, her eyes glancing all around her.

“Where did you last see her?” You tried to calm your voice, hoping that it would soothe the woman’s distraught emotions.

“She was building sand castles by the water and then I got a phone call. I only looked away for a few seconds but she was gone when I turned around!” She sounded as if she was trying to convince you of her story, desperate to be believed.

You glanced out to the water, seeing no sign of the girl on your initial inspection.

“Is there any way that she went in the water?” “I told her not to, the waves are too big.”

The feeling in your stomach came to a crescendo as you focused your gaze on the rise and fall of the waves, searching for any indication of a swimmer. Everything seemed to stop around you as you blocked out everything except for the ocean. The waves lulled for only a second, however it was all you needed to spot a head bopping in and out of the water before you lost sight of her as another wave blocked your view.

“Peter, call it in to the tower and stay with the mother!” You shouted authoritatively as you quickly grabbed a paddle board before racing down to the beach. The last thing you needed was for Peter to try and assist with the rescue. You knew he was a good swimmer but he had never faced waves as large as the ones before you and would only become a liability in the water. The sound of the mother bursting into tears caught your attention as you heard Peter speak quickly into the comm.

Your heart was racing as you shot through the water, fighting desperately against the onslaught of waves as you pushed yourself forward. The little girl was repeatedly lost from your sight as large waves swelled before you. Your breath was constantly rising as you dove under each new wave, the force dragging you backwards each time.

As you slowly got closer and closer you could finally make out her appearance, slightly shocked at just how young she was. She looked around 8, her pink one piece sticking out among the blue of the ocean. Her legs and arms were moving frantically around her as she tried to keep herself afloat. You were surprised that she had managed to hold herself above the water for this long.

Another burst of energy ran through you as another wave came crashing down on her, pushing her closer and closer towards the plateau of rocks that lay not far to your left. Your heartbeat somehow got faster as you realised the impending threat of the rocks, the waves angled slightly towards them.

You dove under one last wave before you finally reached her, pulling her roughly onto the board as she began to cough violently. The knowledge that you weren’t out of danger yet hit you instantly as the ripples from the waves drifted you closer to the rocks.

You tried to paddle away but the current was just too strong as it brung you closer and closer to the hard surface. You knew that you needed to devise a new plan quickly if you were going to get out of the danger that you were in.

The sun caught something shiny as it blinded you for a second, causing your attention to be momentarily distracted by the jet ski that was racing towards you. Steve sat a top the vehicle, manoeuvring it carefully though the waves as they crashed down over him. He was travelling slowly, finding it hard to make his way through the waves as they crashed down over him. It was a tricky situation he was in, wanting to reach you as quick as possible but knowing that if a wave hit him side on then the jet ski would roll over and he would be no help to anyone.

He wouldn’t reach you in time and both of you knew it.

You turned back to the girl as a plan began to form in your head.

“Listen to me,” you tried to speak calmly, the girl obviously trying to hold back tears as she breathed heavily.

“I know that you’re tired and I know that you’re scared but I need you to be really brave for just a couple more minutes.”

You glanced behind you as another wave began to form.

“When the next wave hits we’re going to be swept onto the rocks. It’ll be rough and we might tip over and we might get hurt. But I need you to get up straight away and run for the stairs. We need to get there before another wave comes or else we’ll be swept back into the ocean.”

Her eyes were wide as she listened to you, nodding her head in understanding. The wave was nearly upon you now as you positioned the girl so that she was laying down in front of you, your body pushing down on hers to try and hold her in place as best as possible.

The swell lifted you from the bottom as you were pushed forwards, the wave surrounding you as your grip tightened on the board.

Your neck snapped backwards painfully as the board came crashing down on the rocks, spinning as the back fin on the board snapped off. The front of the board was smashed into an uneven rock, flipping you over as you lost your grip, the board flying from your hands. Quickly, your arms moved to grab a hold of the girl, wrapping yourself around her as your body tumbled forward, your skin scraping across the rocks as you came to a halt.

Ignoring the pain that ignited from you cuts you jumped, helping the girl steady herself before beginning your run over to the staircase, protected from the waves by a small alcove. You could see the jet ski from the corner of your eye as Steve watched on in bated breath, another large wave already coming towards you.

The rocks were slippery as you tried to run, the girls hand held firmly in yours as you pulled her along. Your heart was practically pumping out of your chest at the danger of the situation, knowing that if you didn’t reach the alcove you would be slammed against the rocks and swept back into the sea.

You were going to make it, you thought as you neared the stairs, the wave hot on your heels. However your hope was soon crushed as you felt the girls hand fall from your grasp as she slipped on the wet stone. Your eyes glanced up at the wave and then back at the alcove which lay only a few metres away from you.

Without hesitating you grabbed the girl and pushed her away from you with all your might. She stumbled, hitting the ground hard as her hands came out to brace her fall.

The last thing you heard before the wave came crashing into you was Steve’s voice calling out to you, sounding desperate and scared. The force of the wave hit you like a tonne of bricks, sweeping you off your feet as your head crashed into the rocks, darkness instantly surrounding you.

***

The first thing you heard as you awoke was the sound of beeping. At first you thought it was your alarm clock, yelling at you to start your day. But the more you listened to it the more you realised how unfamiliar the sound was, the beeps further apart and higher in pitch than the familiar screams of your wake up call.

You opened your eyes slowly, the brightness of the room blinding you slightly as you let your eyes adjust to the light. Confusion instantly filled your mind as you glanced around the unfamiliar room, the room too white and the floor too clean to belong to your bedroom.

The smell of disinfectant invaded your nostrils as you took a big breath in, your mind finally identifying where you were. The wires that were attached to you confirmed your whereabouts as you sat up slightly in the hospital bed, wincing as pain erupted throughout your body. Your movement had disrupted the figure sprawled out in a chair next to you who you had failed to notice.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open as he heard you stir, instantly throwing the jacket that he had been using as a blanket to the floor as he rushed to your side. He didn’t say anything, just stood above you and stared at you as if he was seeing the world for the first time.

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” he whispered, taking your hand in his.

You opened your mouth to respond but were met with silent words as your voice failed you. Without hesitation Steve rushed over to a nearby table and poured a glass of water for you.

As he stood you took in his form for the first time. Several cuts and bruises adorned his skin, his left hand encompassed in a white cast and held to his chest by a sling. He handed the glass of water to you with his good hand and you took it thankfully.

“What happened to you?” You asked, your voice still croaking slightly.

Steve laughed at your concerned features.

“I thought I was the one that was supposed to be fussing over you.” You smiled at him sweetly.

“How are you feeling?” Steve continued.

Your attention was brought back to the aching of your body as your head throbbed painfully, pain erupting in your chest whenever you took a breath.

“I’m as fit as a fiddle,” you said through gritted teeth, another wave of pain washing over you as you tried to sit upright. Steve laughed at your humour before offering you his hand, helping you push yourself upwards as you shifted into a more comfortable position.

He pulled his chair up to the edge of your bed, leaning over to take your hand in his before speaking up once more.

“Do you remember what happened?” His voice was soft again, the worried look returning to his features.

“Yes. Well most of it, I think.” You took another sip of water before continuing. “I was rescuing a little girl and I was smashed into the rocks-”

Your eyes went wide as you remembered the little girl, the image of her form lying on the ground filling your head.

“The girl!” You exclaimed as you grabbed Steve’s arm in worry. “Is she alright? Did I throw her far enough? Did she get swept against the rocks with me?”

Steve brought his hand up as he grabbed your arm, sliding his fingers in between yours as he tried to calm you down.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine.” A sigh escaped your lips as you relaxed back into the bed. “She had a couple of scrapes when we got to her but she was fine. Her mother hasn’t stopped calling Fury since, always asking how you’re doing. I thinks it’s driving him crazy.”

You let out a soft chuckle as Steve comforted you, reaching over to brush back some of his hair that had fallen into his eyes.

“What happened to you?” You asked once more, glancing down at his cast.

“Someone had to save your unconscious ass,” he said playfully, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand.

Your eyes opened in shock. “You jumped in to rock infested waters with giant waves to save me?”

He nodded back in affirmation.

“You were on a jet ski. There’s no way you could’ve reached where I was.”

His eyes fell to the floor before he answered, “I ditched the jet ski.”

“You ditched the jet ski?!”

“I saved you from drowning and the only thing you care about is a jet ski?” He questioned.

“What happened to it?” You shot back immediately, an eyebrow raised towards him.

“What?”

“What happened to the jet ski?”

He paused, his eyes darting the floor once more.

“It got smashed against the rocks.” He said it so quietly that you nearly didn’t hear him. A laugh erupted from your lips causing pain to shoot through your chest.

“You lost a $20,000 jet ski,” you mocked in between laughs

“Shut up,” Steve replied jokingly.

“Fury’s gonna kill you!”

“Shut up!” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing even as the pain continued to shoot through your chest.

You were only silenced when Steve placed his lips to yours, shocking you slightly before you relaxed. He pulled away after a few seconds, not saying anything as he stared into your eyes.

“You haven’t told Fury yet, have you?”

“Oh, definitely not.”

Steve’s presence next to your bed didn’t waiver as he remained rooted by your side. You had told him to go home and get some sleep but his stubbornness refused, nonchalantly stating that he could sleep in the chair if need be. You shook your head at his persistence before being interrupted by a doctor making his way into your room.

He was tall with dark black hair peppered with grey. The beard and moustache that adorned his face reminded you somewhat of Tony’s.

“I’m glad to see you’re awake Miss Y/L/N,” he stated as he rifled through the stack of documents in his hands.

“A severe concussion, a large cut to the forehead and three broken ribs. Given your injuries it was hard to predict when you would awaken but you have healed much faster than I predicted.”

His face was stoic as he spoke. You felt Steve’s hand slip into yours as the doctor kept speaking, his tone monotonous and uninterested. Steve’s strong grip grounded you, somehow helping in alleviating the ache running through your head.

“We’ll need to keep you in for a few more days. I’ll need to monitor your brain activity to make sure permanent damage hasn’t been caused from the trauma you sustained to the head.”

You nodded along with his instructions, disappointed that the stuffy hospital room would become your home for several more days. Steve squeezed you hand slightly and you looked over at him. He made your impending stay seem slightly more bearable.

“Once we discharge you you’ll be on bed rest for a week and must avoid all physical activity for 6 weeks to allow proper time for your ribs to heal.”

“You’ll be stuck on tower duty for 6 weeks,” Steve mocked as you let out a loud groan. Six weeks of sitting at a desk everyday; it seemed impossible.

“But don’t worry,” Steve continued as he held up his cast. “You’ll have company.”

The doctor soon left, quickly replaced by a nurse who came to check on your stitches. The cut on your forehead ran along the top of your right eyebrow, four stitches holding the wound closed.

“Will it leave a scar?” You asked the nurse, your hands coming up to brush against the wound lightly.

“Most likely, yes,” she replied, looking back at you apologetically as she left the room.

You let out a sigh of disappointment as your hand dropped back to your lap, your gaze falling defeatedly.

“That’s so hot,” Steve spoke up, gripping your hand in his once more.

You erupted with laughter, “Steve there’s going to be an ugly scar on my face.”

“Um, correction, there’s going to be a badass scar on your face that you got whilst saving a little girl. I am incredibly turned on by the thought of it.”

You punched his arm playfully as you laughed at him, getting lost in his blue gaze. The room grew silent as the two of you stared at each other.

“I love you.” The words had fallen from Steve’s lips so quietly that you thought you heard them wrong, his eyebrows shooting upwards as he realised what he had said.

“I’m sorry. That was really presumptuous of me. We haven’t even been on a date. You don’t have to say it back, it’s ok-”

You silenced his rambling as you placed your lips on his.

“I love you too,” you whispered as you parted, Steve sighing in relief.

“Come here,” you continued as you gestured for him to get in the bed with you, the need to touch him slowly building within you.

“I don’t think I’ll fit,” he replied, standing nonetheless.

“I’ll make room.”

You slowly moved to the edge of the bed as far as you could to allow him room to lay down beside you, his large form causing the bed to dip as he slowly made his way next to you. He was extremely cautious where he positioned himself, not wanting to hurt you. It was a tight fit but you didn’t mind as you laid back into his chest, Steve’s arms coming up to loop around your waist.

You leaned your head back so that his lips could meet yours, basking in his soft and gentle touch, the fear of hurting you still present on his mind. He leaned over to get the tv remote, surfing through the channels to try and find the best thing on.

“I guess I missed our date,” you commented as you look back at him.

“I suppose I can find it in my heart to forgive you,” Steve replied jokingly as you snuggled further into his form.

Your eyes began to grow heavy as your body grew more weary. The rise and fall of Steve’s chest mixed with his warmth that seemingly engulfed you quickly caused you to drift off to sleep, Steve following close behind.

That’s how your colleagues found you, wrapped up in their Captain’s arms as the two of you slept, the tv long forgotten. Tony crept into the room silently as he snapped a few pictures on his phone before Natasha  quickly herded him back out into the hallway, glancing back at the two of you one last time with a smile on her face as she closed the door behind her.

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Quiet, Rainy Days

Summary: Steve’s had a crush on you for a while now, but has never said anything as he believes his feelings are one-sided and vice versa. However, Bucky, Sam, and Clint notice how close you two get during a rainy day and come up with a plan for the two of you to finally confess your feelings.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Like one swear word and fluff!

A/N: A huge thank you to @mo320 for being my beta for this and helping me out! Also, happy birthday Steve!!

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Save Me - Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, multiple MCU characters

Word Count: 4055

Summary: Y/N has finally landed her dream job as a lifeguard on Midgard Beach, but how well will she fit in with the team and how will she cope after grabbing the attention of the blue-eyed Captain?

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A/N: Ok so I’ll be honest I’m not 100% happy with this chapter but it’s probs the best it’s gonna get. This is the second last chapter and I’m actually getting hell sad that this AU is coming to an end cause it’s been a blast to write. I hope you all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated xxx

You could tell something was wrong as soon as you had woken the next day. Having sent a message to Steve asking to talk you had watched on as he had read the message, began to type a reply, before deleting his words and becoming inactive. Later that day you had tried to call him only to be met with his voicemail.

The weekend had dragged on as your messages to Steve remained unopened. After having given up after several attempts to get in contact with the blonde haired man you tried to busy yourself by running errands; buying groceries, visiting your parents and going for numerous runs.

As Monday had rolled around you had half expected for the Captain to not show up for work, your predictions proven wrong as he had strolled through the door, earphones plugged tightly into his ears with his gaze locked on the floor. Bucky was the first to notice something was off, nudging at Sam before gesturing in the direction of Steve who was silently putting his bag away. The two men shared a look of confusion.

You ripped your gaze away from him as you turned back to the conversation you had been having with Thor and Bruce, trying your hardest to push the pain you were feeling away from your mind. Feeling his gaze on you you fought the urge the look at him.

Throughout the week it became obvious that Steve was avoiding you, always making sure that he was with a group of his colleagues so you couldn’t pry him away, as you tried to so many times in your desperate search for answers regarding his cold treatment towards you. His eyes were always staring anywhere but on you, obviously going out of his way to avoid eye contact. You had even tried talking to him in the carpark after your shift, Steve quickly bringing his bike to life, revving the engine loudly to drown out your calls, before driving off without a word.

As the week had gone by the team had become increasingly aware that something was off with their Captain and that it somehow involved you. No one had outright asked you about it but you could hear the whispers that were said behind you back, quickly hushed whenever you walked into a room.

By Thursday you had given up all hope in finding out what was wrong with Steve, resolving to let him avoid you if that was what he so wished to do.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself; your heart felt as if it had been torn in two. Seeing him act so distant and go to great lengths to avoid being in the same room as you plummeted your self esteem to an all time low. The two of you had become extremely close over your time working together, an extreme contrast to Steve’s current behaviour towards you. You prided yourself on being a bubbly and bright person but now you could barely hold back the tears that were seemingly always threatening to spill over from your eyes.

The kiss you had shared replayed throughout your mind constantly throughout the week, it’s never-ending loop driving you crazy as you analysed every aspect of the night wondering where you went wrong. Shaking your head with force you dispelled those thoughts from your head.

I did nothing wrong, you angrily thought to yourself. It’s him, not me.

Nevertheless the loop restarted in your mind, highlighting just how happy you had been in Steve’s embrace. The unshed tears came back, this time with a vengeance as they violently threatened to spill from your eyes.

“I’ll meet you in the shed, Tony!” You called out to your partner for the day. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom.”

The tears had started to fall before you had even opened the door.

You let them fall freely down your face as you rushed to a cubicle, closing the door quickly behind you before falling onto the toilet. Your hands came up to cup your face, the tears streaming down your wrists as you cried quietly.

Fuck him, you thought to yourself as you wiped away the tears only for more to flood your cheeks.

Fuck him for kissing me. Fuck him for making me think that he liked me. Fuck him for treating me like I don’t exist. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting on the toilet throwing silent curses into the air before a knock came from the bathroom door. Sitting up you bolted out of the cubicle, your hands frantically coming up to wipe at your tear stained face.

The door opened slightly, Tony’s familiar face poking through.

“Y/N?” He asked, concern written across his features. “Are you okay?”

You plastered the fakest smile across your face, going up to the sink as you washed your hands.

“Oh, Tony. Sorry, did I take too long?” The smile remained glued to your features as your colleague opened the door fully, stepping in before closing the door behind him.

“What’s wrong gorgeous?” He asked softly, having clearly noticed your puffy cheeks and tear stained eyes.

As you heard the gentleness in his voice your facade instantly broke, the tears returning to your face once more. Without another word Tony engulfed you in a fierce hug, leading you over to the change room bench as he sat you down.

“It’s okay,” he cooed, holding you as you sobbed into his shirt. “Is it something to do with Steve?”

You nodded into his shoulder, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

“Is he being a dick?”

You nodded once more, smiling slightly at Tony’s crude words.

The two of you remained like that for quite some time, his hold on you never once faltering as you emptied your emotions onto him. You only pulled away after you had calmed down, wiping away one last stray tear as it rolled down your cheek.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tony asked, his voice remaining soft and gentle.

Before you had time to think your mouth began spewing what had happened, obviously eager to voice the hurt feelings that had been pent up in your body all week. You hadn’t even confided in Natasha or Wanda, having decided to face this pain alone. He sat motionless in front of you, his focus never once leaving you as he listened intently.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying so much,” you continued, having told Tony the whole story of what had happened after the party. “I’ve never cried this much over anyone. I hate crying, it makes me feel so weak.”

“First of all you’re not weak for crying. I’ve noticed how Rogers has been treating you all week and I’m absolutely furious about it. Secondly - and correct me if I’m wrong - but, to me, it sounds like the kiss was spontaneous, like he didn’t plan for it to happen.”

Tony quickly corrected himself as he saw your face fall.

“No-no-no, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m saying that it was an in-the-moment event. I know the Cap. He’s the kind of guy that likes to have everything planned. I think that his emotions finally just boiled over and he kissed you without thinking. I bet you money that the reason he’s being such a dick is because he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t plan for the kiss to happen so he definitely hasn’t planned for what comes after.”

“Tony, where are you? Why aren’t you in position?” The Captain’s voice filled the bathroom from the comm attached to Tony’s waist. The dark-haired man whipped it into his hand before replying with a certain viciousness in his tone.

“Back off Cap, I’m dealing with something.”

He turned your face so that you were looking directly into his eyes.

“He’s being a coward Y/N,” he said with a serious tone. “He doesn’t know what to do so he’s avoiding the situation all together. Don’t let his struggles burden you. He’s obviously got stuff he needs to figure out and you dwelling on him will only hurt you more.”

You nodded as you listened to his words, your confidence growing by the second.

“So do you know what we’re gonna do?” Tony stood from his spot, dragging you with him. “We’re going to walk out that door, save some lives and look good doing it.”

You engulfed him in a hug before he wrapped your arm in his, sauntering out the door with confidence in every step.

***

The rest of the day only got better from their. You and Tony were constantly joking around whilst on patrol, the older man blasting out music from his phone as you sang along badly. Wanda and Natasha insisted on taking you for lunch at The Black Panther, having noticed something was off and wanting to help out in any way. Pietro had joined you, lifting your mood higher, clutching your stomach as you laughed uncontrollably when he had started dramatically gossiping about his coworkers, telling you a story about how he had ‘accidentally’ spilled a bottle of whiskey all over an annoying coworker.

Having returned to the tower early you draped yourself across the couch, joining in on the conversation your coworkers were having. Steve was sat directly across from you, listening to his teammates speak but never once joining in. You laughed at one of Thor’s jokes, Steve’s gaze lifting from the floor to stare at your smiling features. The heat from his stare caught your attention immediately but you refrained from looking back at him, trying instead to regain your focus back onto the conversation.

You could tell that each of your coworkers were slowly catching on to the tension that had arisen between you and Steve as they glanced back and forth between the two of you for the rest of the day. Brushing it off you focussed your attention on your job, getting back to work as the sun began its slow descent.

Tony drove the buggy expertly through the sand, weaving in and out of the remaining beach-goers as he made his way back up the ramp and parked just outside the storage shed. The two of you got to work, untying the paddle boards from where they rested in the tray on the back of the cars. You had just plugged the hose into the tap, readying it to wash the sand and salt off of the boards, when a second buggy made its way up the ramp. Natasha and Steve were sitting inside, clearly arguing about something.

You watched on as Natasha brought her hand up to smack the larger man on the back of his head, Steve whipping his head back to say something to her before Tony cleared his throat, catching their attention. As their eyes rested on you they both immediately closed their mouths, Natasha flashing you a wide grin.

You rolled your eyes as you got back to work, the last buggy making its way up the ramp before Bruce and Thor exited, joining the rest of you as you packed up for the day.

***

“Surely someone comes surfing with me,” you whined as you addressed your colleagues, all of them packing their bags at their lockers.

“Sorry gorgeous,” Tony responded, looking over at you apologetically. “Pepper’s cooking dinner tonight and I promised her I’d come home early.”

“I can’t either Y/N,” Natasha added. “I’m babysitting Clint’s kids tonight.”

You listened as each of your colleagues provided you with their excuses, each one looking back at you with an apologetic smile on their faces. Steve was the only one who didn’t respond, packing his bag hastily as he flew out the door without a word.

“Fine, you can all ditch me. Although I’m not convinced by half of your excuses,” you replied jokingly, smiling as you packed the last item into your bag.

After everyone was ready to go the team, minus Steve, left the tower together. You said your goodbyes as you parted ways, the rest of the team heading for the carpark as you headed down the steps towards the storage room where your board was situated.

You basked in the warm heat that washed over you from the setting sun, admiring the golden ocean as you walked. However your attention was soon distracted as you passed by the gym, surprised to see that the roller door was opened. Glancing inside your eyes were met by the tense figure of Steve, his back towards you as he punched violently at the punching bag at the back of the room.

You found that your feet had stopped in their movements as your eyes trailed up and down his figure. The tight shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the movements of his back muscles, tense and outlined perfectly by the thin fabric. His hands were covered in boxing wraps, used to protect his wrists as he attacked the bag in front of him. He was angry, you could tell, watching on as he violently hailed punch after punch, his chest rising and falling deeply as sweat streamed off of him.

You were brought out of your daze when Steve finally stopped his assault, turning around to grab the towel and water bottle that lay on the bench behind him. His eyes met yours briefly as your legs sprang back into motion, quickly walking away as you made your way to the storage shed.

You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way down the beach, board now in hand. You indulged in your urge to turn around and meet his gaze, finding him leaning against one of the stone pillars that lined the edge of sand, his water bottle brought up to his mouth as he took a swig.

The water was cold as you waded through the liquid, placing your board in the water next to you and mounting it after you had gotten deep enough. Paddling forward you shoved the board under the water as you dove under an oncoming wave. Your eyes surveyed the horizon as you pushed yourself up, your legs straddling either side of the board as you assessed the ocean around you, waiting patiently.

You would be lying if you said your mind wasn’t distracted, the image of Steve’s tense and sweaty form filling your mind. Shaking your head you tried to rid yourself of the image as you turned your board around, paddling forward as a large wave began to form behind you.

Just after you had popped up from your board, your legs finding their place as you crouched down, the image of Steve came back into your head with a vengeance, catching you off guard. Your balance was instantly thrown off resulting in you tumbling from your board, landing in the water beside you.

You didn’t resurface immediately as you glanced around you, basking in the silence that the water provided. It was incredibly serene under the water as you lost track of time, replaying Tony’s words in your head. The burning in your lungs notified you that your lack of oxygen intake was an imminent threat. Reluctantly you pushed yourself upwards, gasping as you resurfaced before mounting your board once more.

Determined to not let Steve ruin any more of your day, you threw the image from your mind, focusing solely on the ocean around you.

***

You only reluctantly emerged from the water after the sun had fully gone down, taking with it the light you needed. The sand clung to your wet form as you made your way back up the beach, washing down your board before replacing it back into its position in the shed. The roller door that led to the gym was now closed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at the knowledge that you wouldn’t have to see Steve again.

Your relief was soon quashed however as you opened the door to the showers, the sound of water and the sight of steam indicating that Steve hadn’t gone home quite yet as you had hoped. The want to slip out unnoticed was soon crushed as Steve’s eyes found yours as you hesitated by the door. You debated what to do, reluctant to spend your shower next to a man that had considerably hurt you but unwilling to stoop down to his level by ignoring him if you retreated.

I’m better than that, you thought to yourself.

Standing up straighter you made your way into the room, walking over to the shower that was two down from Steve’s, not glancing at him once. Turning the water on you waited for it to heat up, the steam rising from your shower mixing with the steam rising from Steve’s.

His eyes remained on you for the duration of your shower, burning a hole into your back as you turned away from him. You hastily ran your hands over you body, riding yourself of the sand that had embedded itself into your skin, eager to leave his presence as fast as possible. Your hand was just about to shut off the stream of water when a voice filled the room.

“Y/N.”

You closed your eyes as his voice filled your ears, sounding as if he was pleading with you and croaking slightly from lack of use.

Without thinking you whipped your body around and stormed towards him, your hand coming up as you slapped it across his cheek. His eyes went wide as a shocked expression filled his face, his mouth opening as if to speak but no words coming out. You barely noticed as the water from Steve’s shower began to roll over you, too infuriated to care.

“No,” was all you said as you glared up at him, anger slowly rising within you. He stayed silent, allowing you to speak.

“No. You don’t get to pick and choose when you want to acknowledge my existence.” His eyes grew sad as he listened to your words.

“Y/N, I-” he began before you cut him off.

“Shut up.” His mouth immediately closed. “You have absolutely no right to kiss me and then avoid me like the plague. It’s rude, it’s insulting and it’s cowardice. I tried all week to talk to you about it but you ran away like a scared little girl. I get it if you don’t like me, that’s fine. We were both tipsy so I don’t really blame you. I’m an adult, I can handle rejection. But the least you can do is communicate that with me. I’m not a mind reader Steve; I can’t predict your thoughts. I’m over you pretending you can’t hear me or physically running away when I walk into a room. The only reason I’m here is to do my job, so go ahead, ignore me until your hearts content.”

By now you had backed the large man into the wall, his eyes never leaving yours as he listened intently, never once cutting you off. Yours eyes went wide with surprise as one of his hands reached out to grab onto yours, the other coming up to gently cup your face. He was so gentle that you could barely feel his touch, your mind telling you to pull away but your body remaining rooted. Steve’s heart broke slightly as he felt you tense immediately at his touch.

“I fucked up.” His blunt words shocked you slightly. His voice was soft, contrasting vastly with the angered tone you had used to berate him.

“When I kissed you it was like the whole world had disappeared and I had found everything I could ever want. I’ll be honest that it scared me. I didn’t know what to do. If Fury found out I could’ve lost my captaincy. I didn’t know what would happen and you’re right, I was being a coward.”

He took a breath before continuing, “So I ran. I avoided your texts and calls all weekend and I thought I could do it. It was easy to decline calls. What wasn’t easy was seeing you. As soon as I saw you on Monday my plan went out the window and before I knew it I’d scheduled a meeting with Fury.”

You stared at him in shock as he proceeded to tell you the lengths he had gone to to talk to Fury throughout the week; setting up meetings every day, constantly pestering him with emails, leaving constant messages with Fury’s secretary. He even got the head of human resources, Maria Hill, involved in the process, talking back and forth until she relented and confided that, although it was frowned upon and warned against, there were no explicit rules to a Captain dating their employee. After being harassed for several days Fury also came around. He wouldn’t strip Steve of his position as Captain (“For now,” he had emphasised) as long as he could maintain an unbiased rule.

“I don’t really give a damn who you date Cap,” Fury had stated as Steve remained silent in the chair adjacent.

“What I care about is you getting distracted on the job. I’ll allow it for now cause I’m sick of seeing your face in my office, but if I hear that someones died on your watch cause you’re too busy making heart eyes with Y/N I’ll fire the both of you.” His words were stern and severe but Steve could hardly mask the smile that threatened to erupt onto his face.

You listened to him, not daring to say a word, your mind trying to process all he was saying. However, many of your questions still remained unanswered.

“So you do like me?” You asked hesitantly, doubting the man in front of you.

“Yes,” Steve responded resolutely, not hesitating for a second in his response.

“And why were you incapable of communicating all of this?” You still weren’t fully convinced of the mans motives.

“That’s where I fucked up,” he admitted, flicking his eyes to the floor in embarrassment. “I couldn’t ask you out straight away since I had to sort everything with Fury. I was scared that Fury would say no and I didn’t want to get your hopes up if I told you about it. So I tried to avoid the topic but then that somehow turned into ignoring you all together.”

Steve paused slightly before he began talking at a rapid pace.

“But then I realised that I’d hurt you and then everyone was mad at me and I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to fix things and I was scared that I’d fucked everything up and I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t know what to say so I told Nat about everything but she just called me a twat and said I was stupid and-”

You ceased his talking as you crashed your lips onto his, catching him off guard. He hesitated for a few seconds before easing his tense muscles, deepening the kiss as you opened your mouth up to him. The water that was still spraying over the two of you dripped from your foreheads and mingled in between your mouths, your hands coming up to run through Steve’s wet hair. He moved his hands down your body, resting them on your waist as he pulled you closer towards him.

After several minutes of your mouths fighting for dominance you pulled away reluctantly, your eyes being drawn to Steve’s lips which were now red and puffy. He smiled down at you, his eyes shining with happiness as his hands remained firmly on your waist.

“You’re not off the hook, Rogers,” you stated sternly, watching as he nodded back in understanding.

“Let me try and make it up to you,” he stated pleadingly. You raised an eyebrow questioningly, motioning for him to continue.

“How about I take you for dinner tomorrow night?”

You paused to think, teasing him as he eagerly waited for your response.

“Alright,” you finally replied, looking up at the man in front of you.

His smile somehow grew bigger causing your heart to flutter.

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Sunday Brunch - Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Language. Always language. And douche-tastic family. 

A/N: So an eternity ago (7 months) the lovely diinofayce gave me an eternal extension on my challenge entry for her because my life was falling apart. So I finally sat down to write this “little” one shot. 3500 words later, here you go. My prompt is in bold. Enjoy.

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You sat at the end of the table, shoulders slumped with a cup of coffee in your hands. The rest of the team filed in and you ignored them, your mind already on what you had to endure today.

“What’s up with you?” Clint asked.

You glanced at him before grunting and taking a sip of your coffee.

“Seriously, Y/N, what’s wrong?” That came from Steve. Your gaze darted to him over your cup. The concern in his voice almost had you explaining, but he could wait until after your coffee. You’d been up all night worried about today and you needed the caffeine more than you needed air at this point.

“It’s today, isn’t it?” Natasha asked and you nodded. She was the one of the few that knew the extent to which you were dreading this day.

“What’s today?” Steve sounded near panicked. You couldn’t really blame him. Your usual pleasant demeanor was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

“Sunday brunch,” Nat answered for you.

Tony’s head shot up in the kitchen. “That’s today?”

You hummed in agreement. He muttered something you didn’t catch before heading over with a bottle of Bailey’s in hand. “Ah, thank you.” You took the liquor from him and topped off your coffee. “That’ll help immensely.”

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Transatlantic (Steve Rogers One Shot)

Written for the Cap 2 Challenge by @justsomebucky and @imhereforbvcky

Prompt: ‘Be safe, if you can be’

Summary: After Peggy rejects Steve, he finds company in you, a British Brigadier who is more than meets the eye.

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader (with surname. First name is your own)

Warnings: Angst (Possible proof reading errors)

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Striking out with Peggy was the worst thing that had happened to Steve.

One stupid misunderstanding and she’d frozen him out. He was just staring at the map on the wall with a sense of melancholy, not even fully appreciating that he’d got Bucky back.

“That’s a sour face,” came a female voice from his right. “Chewing on a wasp?”

He turned around to see you, in a different kind of uniform, wearing pants and a Brigadier’s sash. Had you got those on by mistake or were all girls adept at kicking ass like Peggy over in Britain?

“Sorry?”

“You look a little glum,” you smile kindly. “Anything I can help with?”

“No, no I’m good. Thank you,” he blinks in bewilderment. “Uh…sorry if this is rude but…umm….”

“It’s the threads, isn’t it?” you look down and laugh. “Confused more than my fair share of Yanks lately with it. I was in the women’s auxiliary engineering corps but there was a bit of an accident you see.”

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Save Me - Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, multiple MCU characters

Word Count: 3825

Summary: Y/N has finally landed her dream job as a lifeguard on Midgard Beach, but how well will she fit in with the team and how will she cope after grabbing the attention of the blue-eyed Captain?

***Masterlist***

A/N: I can’t believe we’re nearly at the end. I reckon I’ll post the last 2 chapters by next week at the latest. I’ve already got a few new fic ideas but for some reason all of them seem to revolve around Y/N and Steve meeting in the workplace. HMU if you want me to write anything, like if you have any cute one shot or series ideas cause I’ve been itching to write something new. Hope you all enjoy the chapter and feedback is always appreciated xxx

You watched on in silence as Wanda and Natasha stormed their way through your home, clearly having no objections when you had told them to make themselves comfortable. Their countless bags were quickly strewn hazardously around your room as they rummaged through each one in their attempts to begin the process of getting ready for the party.

Natasha’s music played loudly in the background as the three of you all stood in the bathroom, each at different stages of getting ready. You had finally managed to tame your hair, the salt water from the ocean causing delicate curls to form as your hair fell. It looked nice, you thought to yourself.

“Oh my god,” Wanda exclaimed, causing you to whip your head up to where she stood by the sink, mascara raised to her eye.

“Is this your makeup?” She continued, turning back to look at you with a shocked expression.

Embarrassment painted your face. You had forgotten to throw the old products out before the two women had arrived.

“It’s like 100 years old,” Natasha added. “I’m pretty sure this brand has been discontinued for several years.”

“You’re not planning on using this for tonight, right?” Wanda questioned as you rushed up to her, gathering the several items to throw them in the bin.

“No, I wasn’t planning on wearing makeup tonight,” you replied nonchalantly, being met with shocked looks from your friends.

“What?” You asked, dropping the last makeup item into the bin. “I don’t really like makeup, plus I have no idea how to apply it correctly.”

You went over to your closet to retrieve your outfit before Natasha jerked you backwards causing a yelp to erupt from your mouth in surprise. She dragged you back into the bathroom before forcing you to sit down on the toilet, instantly turning to rummage through her makeup bag as Wanda did the same.

Realising what was happening you were quick to voice your protests.

“No, guys, really. I don’t want to wear makeup. I think it looks bad on me-”

“It looks bad on you because you’ve never learnt how to properly apply it,” Wanda interjected, jerking your chin upwards so she had a better view of your face.

Your mouth opened once more in defiance before Natasha cut you off.

“We promise we won’t do anything over the top; just a natural look.”

“And if you don’t like it then you can take it off before we leave,” Wanda added not letting you say another word as they began to paint your face.

Several minutes passed as you tried to remain as still as possible in fear of messing up Wanda and Natasha’s hard work, their faces void of emotion as they concentrated intently on your face. The several products that had been applied to your face so far had already started to irritate your skin. You fought off the urge to itch your nose.

You sat patiently on the toilet for quite some time as Natasha and Wanda communicated to each other about what they were doing, rummaging through their makeup bags several times to retrieve different items. Their collections were vastly superior to yours, mostly due to all of their products actually being within the use-by date. You stared in wonder at the different products they were using, finding yourself unfamiliar of the purpose of several of the items.

Natasha and Wanda pulled back from your face, admiring their work before giving each other a nod of approval. They were finally done and dragged you over to the mirror to look at yourself.

You didn’t know what you had been expecting but it certainly wasn’t what met you in the mirror. The makeup was subtle, simply used to enhance your features and brighten your face.

“What do you think?” Wanda asked, looking at you expectingly.

Your smile was all they needed.

***

The walk over to the bar took approximately 15 minutes, slowed down considerably by the tight high-heeled boots that Natasha had forced you into. You had wholly protested, knowing they would make the night only more uncomfortable, saying that you could wear your black converses instead. Instead of retaliating Wanda had instead picked up the shoes you were planning on wearing and ran off to hide them somewhere amongst your home. Not having time to look for them, you begrudgingly slid the shoes on, cursing your feet for being the same size as Nat’s.

You clutched onto the arms of the two women who were flanking either side of you, holding onto them for support as your feet wobbled unsteadily beneath you. The green dress felt comfortable as it hugged your figure, the cropped leather jacket you had also bought making a welcomed addition to the outfit considering the night was growing colder by the minute.

On your right Natasha wore a skin-tight black dress, the thin straps looping around and tying beautifully at the back. Her fiery hair was curled elegantly around her face, matching with the bold red lipstick that adorned her lips.

Wanda, clutching your left arm, was wearing a flowy maroon dress that cinched at her waist, the fabric billowing dramatically behind her as the wind picked up the light material. Her long hair was straightened and fell gracefully down her back, brushed away from her face to reveal the large golden earrings that hung from her ears.

You smiled at either girl beside you as you neared the bar, eager to spend a fun night out with your friends.

The space was completely packed when you arrived, unknown faces filling the large space and trickling out onto the patio. The three of you hung your jackets by the door, the heat coming from the numerous bodies instantly making your internal temperature rise.

Tony was the first face you recognised as he came to greet you by the door, a beautiful red-headed woman on his arm.

“You finally made it!” He called, slightly intoxicated from the drink in his hand.

You all greeted him, kissing his cheek and handing him his gifts. He was eager to introduce the woman beside him, notifying you that she was his wife, Pepper. She greeted you kindly, shaking your hand in hers as she smiled politely.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you addressed the woman. “I swear Tony never shuts up about you in the tower.”

She giggled at your comment looking over at her husband with love in her gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I want to talk about her? Have you seen how amazing she is?!” Pepper tried to get Tony to talk quieter, his voice having risen in volume due to his enthusiasm.

Pepper said her farewells as more guests arrived, dragging her husband with her as they went to greet them.

You, Natasha and Wanda made your way over to the bar, surprised to see that Pietro was rushing around frantically trying to serve as many people as possible. Several guests were placing orders at once causing the bar staff to look quite dishevelled as they tried to keep up with the high demand for alcohol.

The three of you waited patiently as the group of customers slowly disappeared, Pietro finally catching sight of his sister as the crowd dispersed.

“What can I get you three lovely ladies?” He asked, already lining up three glasses on the counter.

“Surprise us,” Natasha responded with a wink.

Pietro quickly went to work constructing three identical cocktails, the ingredients remaining a mystery to you as his hands became a blur, pouring all different kinds of liquids into the glasses. It was sweet and hid the taste of the alcohol well.

The night went by quickly as you were introduced to several people. Thor had introduced you to his brother Loki who had immediately complemented your dress before taking your hand in his and lightly brushing his lips against your knuckles. You had giggled as he had done so, your face instantly turning red. Clint had introduced you to his wife, her skin practically glowing due to her enormous stomach. They were expecting their third child any day now, you soon came to find out. Tony had introduced you to the owner of the bar, T’Challa, and his stunning girlfriend Nakia.

You had talked briefly with Bruce before him and Natasha went off by themselves, followed by Bucky and Sam as they eyed up a group of girls talking in the corner. Steve had remained elusive for the entire night, you only catching his eye once as he chatted with a pretty blonde woman who was practically hanging off his arm.

You had averted your gaze immediately feeling as if you were intruding even if you were standing several feet away. Your heart fell heavily in your chest as you walked away, repressing the feeling as you ignored the blue-eyed stare that followed you.

Later on in the night you found yourself standing in a small group next to Wanda, her attention being caught up with her boyfriend who was standing beside her, the two of them enthralled in their own conversation. This left you to talk with Loki and Erik, T’Challa’s cousin, as the three of you talked about your jobs.

They were nice, you thought as you tried to ignore the pain erupting from your feet, the heels being the culprit of the pain. You wanted nothing more than to find a seat, having been standing for the entire night so far.

“Excuse me gentlemen but would you mind if I steal Y/N away for a second?” A familiar voice asked from behind you.

***

Steve had known it had been a trap when Bucky and Sam had pushed him into striking up a conversation with Sharon who was slightly intoxicated at this point in the night. Before he knew it his two friends had disappeared, leaving him alone with the beautiful woman.

He had seen you come in from his place by the bar, not hearing what Sharon was saying as he took you in. His eyes grew wide as his eyebrows shot upwards, his breath leaving his body as he took in your form. You were absolutely stunning, his heart beating so fast at this point that he thought you’d be able to hear it. He had never seen you outside of your work uniform and was slightly taken aback at just how good you looked. The dress you wore hugged your figure in all the right places as your hair fell to frame your face beautifully. He had wanted to go over to greet you but was conflicted, not wanting to be rude to Sharon. Before he knew it he had lost sight of you as you were swallowed by the crowd.

His eyes found yours a few hours later, Sharon having remained rooted by his side for the whole evening. She was currently touching his bicep as she spoke to him making him slightly uncomfortable. You were standing next to Wanda engulfed in a conversation with Thor’s brother and a man he didn’t know. They were clearly both interested in you as they stood quite close, each one fighting for your attention in the conversation.

Jealousy started to slowly rise within him as he saw you laugh at something Loki had said, grabbing onto his arm as you threw your head back. He ached to be by your side, hearing your laugh and steering you away from the eyes of the other men. Trying hard to contain his emotions he took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving your as you conversed with the two men.

His control snapped a few minutes later as he witnessed the unknown man lean down and whisper something in your ear, causing you to blush and giggle at his words. Mumbling a quick apology to Sharon he brushed past her and headed straight for you, his eyes never leaving you.

The two men stood up straighter as they met his gaze, Steve now towering behind your small figure unbeknownst to you.

“Excuse me gentlemen but would you mind if I steal Y/N away for a second?” The words had left his mouth before he even had time to think, your head whipping around to meet his gaze.

As you smiled up at him he swore his heart skipped a beat, taking your arm in his as he led you out to the patio, his skin burning where you touched him. He could feel the evil stares that were being thrown by the two men behind him as he steered you away, a victorious grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you on his arm.

“Do you want to sit down?” He asked with a smile.

“You’re literally my saviour. I don’t know how much longer my feet can take in these heels.”

As if on cue Pietro came out of nowhere with two drinks in his hands, handing them to you before running back off with a wink.

***

Steve looked good tonight, you thought to yourself as you took in his large form before you. He was wearing tailored dress pants that made his ass look incredible and a buttoned down shirt that seemed to be barely holding on to his large form as the buttons strained dangerously down his chest.

You had taken a seat at a table by the corner, positioning your chairs so that the two of you could admire the vast ocean before you, the moon reflecting off of the water and lighting up the night.

The conversation between you and Steve flowed naturally and consistently, the conversation never once stopping as the two of leaned on the table in front of you. Your leg brushed against his under the table causing a blush to creep up from your neck, the faint glow of the lights around you hiding it well. He stumbled over his words slightly as he replied to a question you had asked, quickly taking a sip of his drink to cover his stutter, the air becoming silent as the conversation came to a halt.

“I noticed you didn’t bring a date for tonight.” The words came out of Steve’s mouth before he could stop them, his eyes widening slightly in shock as he realised what he had just said.

“No,” you responded, taking another sip of your drink as you felt the alcohol flowing through you. “There was no one I really wanted to bring.”

Steve remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“What about you? I saw you talking to a pretty blonde girl before.”

Steve brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head, a habit he had picked up whenever he was nervous.

“Who? Sharon?” He questioned averting his gaze from yours. “No, I just know her from work. She works in the head office with Fury.”

The space between you and Steve had begun to grow awkward at the change in topic, the two of you never having talked about your love lives with each other. Steve had opened his mouth to apologise for his blunt question before Natasha stumbled onto the patio, her gaze travelling around until her eyes locked on you and Steve sitting by the corner.

“There you two are,” she exclaimed, heading over to where you were sitting. “Everyone thought the two of you had left. Most of us are heading home now so we wanted to say bye.”

You glanced at the time on your phone and realised that you and Steve had been talking for a lot longer than you realised. It was just past midnight and the staff were starting to pack up the restaurant, almost all of the guests having already left.

The two of you stood up quickly as you made your way back inside, following after Natasha.

“How are you and Wanda getting home?” You questioned, wanting to make sure your friends got home safe.

“Bruce is dropping me off and Wanda’s staying behind to wait for Pietro.” You nodded at her response before turning back and hugging Tony, wishing him a happy birthday before grabbing your jacket where you had hung it up by the door.

You and the remaining party-goers trickled out the door, saying your final fair wells in the carpark. After waving goodbye to your friends you began your walk back to your home before a voice called out to you.

“Y/N!” It was Steve, running to catch up with you. “Are you walking home?”

You nodded in affirmation as you pulled your jacket closer around you trying to shield yourself from the bitter cold.

“It’s past midnight and it’s freezing, you can’t walk home. Plus you’re in heels,” he exclaimed.

“Well I walked here so I don’t really have any other options. Trust me, I’ll be fine, I only live just past the hill.”

Steve shook his head before meeting your gaze once more, “I’ll drive you home.”

“That’s really not necessary, Steve. It’s like a 10 minute walk, I’ll be fine,” you protested, your breath becoming visible as you spoke.

“It’s either I drive you or I walk you home. You can pick.”

You knew Steve was too stubborn to let this slide, knowing that you’d be here all night if you tried to argue.

With a sigh you relented, “Where did you park?”

A smile erupted on his face at his victory before beginning his walk across the carpark.

“Steve!” You called after him. “You gotta slow down, I can’t walk in heels very well.”

He chuckled as he turned back to you, instinctively holding out his arm for you to grab to steady yourself. You hesitated slightly before looping your arm around his, subconsciously snuggling further into his large frame for warmth.

Steve’s heart fluttered as you walked in silence.

“You brought your bike?” You questioned, looking at the large motorbike in front of you.

“I didn’t know I’d be playing taxi tonight,” he responded defensively causing you to punch his arm playfully.

“I’ve never ridden a motorbike before,” you whispered, slightly scared at the prospect of mounting the two-wheeled vehicle.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine. I’ll go slow.”

Your nerves were instantly calmed at Steve’s reassuring words, the large man mounting the bike before you followed suit, sitting behind him.

“You’re gonna need to hold onto me,” he stated sheepishly, revelling in your touch as you tentatively placed your hands around his waist.

The bike roared to life under Steve’s touch, your grip around him growing tighter as you began to move. He steered the vehicle almost effortlessly as you whipped past the street lights, the wind being blocked by Steve’s large form. Once more you found yourself snuggling further into his form, causing Steve’s smile to somehow grow even larger as he looked at your smiling face in his side mirror.

Your eyes were alight with wonder as you flew down the road, the wind causing your hair to billow out behind you. A smile spread across your face as you looked up at the man in front of you, your body feeling completely safe next to his large form. Your heart swelled as the bike roared, lurching forward as Steve went faster. You yelped in surprise as you clutched Steve’s frame causing him to let out a hearty laugh at your reaction.

You both wished that you could live in that moment forever.

You must have been giving Steve directions to your house as you drove, pulling up in your driveway sooner than you would have liked. The two of you remained as you were for several seconds after the engine had died, your arms still wrapped tightly around his frame. You reluctantly pulled away, taking the helmet off before dismounting the bike.

Steve followed suit and also dismounted the bike, kicking out the side stand so that the bike wouldn’t fall over.

“I had a really great night,” you said as you looked up into his blue eyes.

Steve smiled kindly at you as he leaned against his bike, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

The air grew thick between you as you somehow moved closer to him, his breath intermingling with yours. You did nothing but stare at each other for several minutes, lost in the vast ocean of his eyes.

You wanted nothing more than for Steve to kiss you right then, the knowledge that he was still your Captain stopping you from making the first move.

But Steve couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t seem to gather the courage needed to close the small gap between you and connect your lips with his. It would be a bad decision, his mind kept telling him. He was your superior officer.

Steve knew he had debated for too long as you began to pull away, disappointment written across your face as you turned back towards your house.

In a state of panic after seeing you lean back his hand instantly shot out, grabbing onto your arm as he pulled you back towards him. You stumbled into him, your hands coming to rest on Steve’s chest to catch yourself. Without thinking he leaned down and grabbed your lips in his.

Something erupted within the both of you as your mouth moved against his, your arms coming up to run your hands through his hair as he rested his grip on your waist, pulling you closer towards him. He deepened the kiss after feeling your lips part in permission, revelling in the soft touch of your lips as your tongues battled for dominance.

The smell of him encompassed you, drowning out all of your other senses until the only thing you could feel was him, gripping you protectively against his broad frame. You had never felt more at home than you did in his embrace.

The two of you remained like that for several minutes, occasionally parting to catch your breath before diving back in. He was insatiable and you couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Wanting desperately to invite him inside but knowing it was a bad idea you finally pulled away, albeit reluctantly. You knew that you had to talk to Steve about whatever was going on between the two of you before you took the next step, no matter how much your body ached for him.

The alcohol that was still coursing through your body told you that the talk would have to wait for now, leaning in for one last kiss before rushing off inside.

Steve didn’t know how long he sat in your driveway for, unable to move as his mind tried to process what happened. However hard he tried he was unable to wipe the smirk off of his face, a small seed of concern implanting itself into his gut, growing larger with each passing minute.

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Text to Win

Description: When you transpose two digits of a telephone number, you end up with more than you bargained for.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None really. Fluff and a tiny bit of angst.

It’s time for KMPQ’s text to win. And the question is ‘What’s the worst thing you can text someone after a first date?’ Text in your answer to 555-0243. We’ll pick a winner and those tickets are yours!

Having the radio on while you worked had become a habit. You played it softly through your laptop speaker much to your cubical neighbor Bernice’s disapproval. It wasn’t your fault, not really, you just couldn’t handle having earbuds in for more than a couple of hours.

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