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WhatsApp? Part 7. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: I'm back, bitcheees.

Warnings: STEVE BEING AN EMOTIONAL SUPPORT.

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six

If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E

The Charity Evening was coming way too fast for your liking - you didn't feel ready at all and only two weeks remained. All the things were just suddenly fucking up and you just watched it happen, crumbling down in front of your own eyes.

“I just... Don't know. I am just afraid that I will fuck something up. I can fall and roll down, kill somebody else... Steve, it's just too much. Plus the costumes are not ready. There is just too much going on.” - You sighed into your phone. It was a workday and you took your pause for lunch. Steve had a pretty calm day and he was up for a call. Every time you needed him, Steve was just a knight in shiny armor for you.

“Do not be ridiculous. You will do great, Y/N. Do not try to convince me otherwise. Every one of you is doing great so there is not a reason to be as stressed as you are. Besides, it's not healthy.” - Steve answered in a playful tone and you could hear some city noises in his background. You knew pretty well that he's in Brooklyn, somewhere out there, but even through that, you were staring down every guy that passed your seat. No one felt quite like Steve.

“Are you a nurse or what?” - You laughed and drank a bit of your juice. The sun was shining right at you, but the wind was blowing lightly, so you didn't feel hot.

“I am just concerned about your health. I don't need to be a nurse for that.” - He laughed a bit and you heard a doorbell rang. He just entered a shop.

“So, you're going to be at the Stark Charity Evening. Wow. Should I expect you to show yourself from the shadows?” - You asked and went to pay your lunch with Steve still on your shoulder.

Yeah. Steve Rogers just called you one evening and told you “I will be at the Stark Charity Event” and you went NUTS. Steve FUCKING Rogers will be there somewhere and even tho you knew he didn't know how you looked like, he will most probably see you. You went from “omg I will fuck something up” from “holy shit boy, I am most likely to die that evening”.

“I tend to stay in the shadows. And I don't think this is the evening you want me to show up. Trust me, you just have to wait. Be patient.” - Yes, you talked about seeing each other in person. Steve sounded like that it is everything he wants - yet he had to decline. He truly was a mystery. But mystery with a beautiful voice.

“I just have to try my chances. One day, you will say yes.” - You gave the lady the cash and told her to keep the change.

“Yeah. And that day comes. But if you ask all the time about it, you will feel like it will be a forever. I will be there and I will support you.” - Steve sighed.

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He wanted to meet you so badly. So badly he just went to an antiquarian and looked for a thing that you might like. He got a sense of what you like and what you don't like throughout the time. Now, it was almost four months of almost day-to-day texting and calling. Sometimes he even tried his chances and flirted with you. It wasn't too often and it was hardly noticeable. But you got a small radar in your head or what, because you knew every single time.

He liked you. For real. Now that your calls were an everyday routine, he was truly feeling something. And he truly wanted to reveal himself during the Charity Event - but he was fucking Captain America and people would go nuts. He thought about it and he wanted it to be private so you had your time accepting that he was a freaking superhero.

So yeah, he would definitely be there, but watching you from the shadows. He knew which choreography will be yours because you talked about it stressing you a lot, so be made sure that he'll be especially on that part of the evening.

"You don't even know what do I look like, Steve." - You chuckled and he heard as you walked through the street as he watched those small things in the store. He wanted some jewelry - a necklace maybe? He was just searching for something at that point.

"So? I will do after the sound of your voice. I know the sound really well over that month." - Steve chuckled back.

"You know I can theoretically do the same?" - You asked him in a tight voice. He knew really well you wouldn't. You respected his privacy as he respected yours. You wanted him to see you that evening, and if he didn't wish to be seen, he knew you wouldn't go all Sherlock Holmes just to find him.

"That's fair." - Steve said. And it just bumped in his eyes. A small necklace. Nothing too crazy or big or scary. Just a simple silver necklace with a little gem on it.

"I thought about it... You said you'll go with James and Sam... I can reserve you some tickets for you to even get there. You wouldn't believe it - Tony Stark himself called us and said that the men will go crazy from our number." - You giggled excitedly. That made Steve frown a bit. Of course - your number was supposed to be slightly racy to get bigger attention and more money. And did he knew from his Captain America forties tour that men loved those ladies and couldn't care less about poor Steve.

And to see someone else flirting with you just because he could not approach you in person? Was Steve even ready for that? The answer was obviously no, but what else could he do that watch if that scenario happens?

"You can. I and the boys will love to see all of you and if you say there's only a tight chance of us actually getting there... It will be good." - Steve answered, lost in his own thoughts, paying for that damn necklace. He was thinking about how he's about to execute the plan - he wanted you to know he was there but he couldn't approach you. How to make it work?

When he looked over the cash in his huge palms, it hit him. A check. Money check for your charity with his own name on it. Anybody could be named Steve Rogers, right? But you would know in an instant, it would not be suspicious and you don't have to see his face.

And he knew he had an account which was made by Tony Stark himself, so everything it took was a... Phone call. A simple call which will bring him hours of being practically tortured by Tony Stark's jokes. But he knew that Tony is ready to help practically anytime he asked him.

"And on what name should I leave it?" - You asked concerned, tearing Steve off his mind.

"What?" - Steve asked, not having a single idea what you've talked about.

"The tickets, Steve. On what name should I book it? On yours?" - You repeated the question with tenderness in your voice. Like you knew that he's thinking about something important. He watched as the cashier carefully wrapped the necklace.

"No! No. Sam... Barnes." - He stuttered. It would be highly suspicious to have three tickets on a super hero's name. You probably didn't notice but some people would. You may be completely oblivious about his identity, but the people could be a pain in the ass sometimes. And Sam wasn't as recognizable as Steve or Bucky since he wasn't in news so often as he and Bucky were. So that was a plan right there.

"Okay. Take it as done. And I'm in front of the office, so, have a nice evening, handsome. I'll call you around six, is that a deal?" - You asked tenderly.

"Of course. Enjoy your day, Y/N." - He stated. So that was it. He was going to your number on the big Event and he was almost out of his mind about seeing you... A whole you. No matter who you'll be.

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Since then, your day seemed to be better and better. The costumes finally arrived and they were exactly what you wanted them to be. They were truly beautiful. And shorts and shirts? They looked just great. The uniform covered it and it was easily strippable, so you got everything you needed.

Your choreography looked great, you managed to learn to dance on high heels and it indeed looked really sexy, just as Deena told you. You even felt that way and from what they've told you, that was the most important thing.

When you got home and thought about immediately calling Steve. That was usually the thing you did at home. You called him, listening to him on a loudspeaker when you cooked or watched some news. But today, you got something better for him. Something... Sexier and more intimate than everything you've done before.

You carefully slipped into the denim shorts covering you from your knees to your waist, it was practically shorted jeans, and then you wrapped yourself in a shirt, tying it around your waist. It showed only a little of your skin on your belly, nothing terrible. Then you covered yourself in the uniform consisting of a long, khaki green skirt and a fucking tight tux in the same color.

But you needed to say that the makers of those costumes were really good and it was fucking detailed from what you have learned about those uniforms. You indicated that they would be old styled. You remembered that Steve had a thing for old-styled things.

You took the photos almost an hour before everything was in its place and you looked actually good. (To be honest, you could send Steve a photo of you in a potato bag and he would find it sexy, but you couldn't actually know that.) Then, with great expectations and big nerves, you hit send. There wasn't your head, only your body in that uniform, your hip swayed so they would actually have a nice form, your legs pressed together and your hand circling your right hip. You looked like a pin-up model in that one.

Trust the narrator - you looked sexy as hell. And you couldn't know that you'll almost kill him with that photo.

Y/N: So... What do you think about our uniforms? Are they precise enough, Mr. Rogers?

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They were just playing some monopoly at Tony Stark's tower. It was a nice tradition for them to sometimes gather around the table, all six of them with Pepper, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and Bucky, just to play child games.

Sam was extremely competitive so when he wasn't winning, he was pissed off, complaining about the rules almost all the time. Tony calmed him down with his witty remarks and the others just had fun from it.

"All I'm saying is, this,-" Sam hold some card in front of Thor's eyes and made him look at it. Thor wasn't comprehending with human games. He tried, yeah, but he couldn't get around with the rules. - "Means that you have to pay me. Gimme the goddamn money!"

"I am sorry, mister Wilson. But what if I just want to look around your beautiful land, you know, just to visit it?" - Thor asked and took a swing from his bottle of beer.

"You know, birdbrain. Thor's a traveler. He looks at things and their beauty, am I right?" - Natasha slowly patted Thor's shoulder and smiled, because she wanted to piss Sam off. She was extremely good at it. - "Why should he pay you? He pays with his soul."

"Romanoff, if you don't leave and if you don't stop encouraging Rapunzel, we will never finish the goddamn game." - Tony looked at Natasha, but he couldn't hide a smile. The thing with Avengers playing the games was like this - it always ended up with a huge argument and almost always it was started by Sam. Like the time they played Twister and Sam was extremely sure that Vision was just cheated because he has the power to actually go through things.

Bucky and Steve stopped Sam right before he was about to punch Vision in the face; forgetting about that Vision's body was made from Vibranium and that the punch will hurt him like hell.

Steve usually didn't play with them - he was making small talks, sipping his beer, enjoying being with his friends. This was everything he needed to have a good evening.

When his phone vibrated, he just smiled to himself and opened up without hesitation as he was talking with Clint about renovating his home. They were so caught up in the conversation that Steve didn't even think about covering up the display - so he almost fainted when Clint sighed loudly in the surprise.

“You, man, are full of surprises. Who the hell is that girl and what she is doing on your phone in that piece of clothing?” - Clint pointed a finger at that picture and devilishly wiggled his eyebrows. Thanks to God that it was Clint who saw her, Steve knew that if he asked him to shut up about that, he would. He was a way different than for example Tony Stark.

Steve turned his eyes to the screen as well. And he fucking flipped. What the hell? He was not too away from fainting.

It didn't mean that it didn't suit you. It didn't mean that you didn't look good - you looked too good. For his eyes, it was a dreamy sight from times he had known so well. You were so similar to... Her. It suited you, it made your hips stand out...

At that moment he realized that this is the first time he was you. Actual you. And you took his breath away for a solid few seconds. He took a close look at you. You truly were breathtaking for him. He practically studied the was that tux was hugging your breasts, and how it slowly slipped on your waist and ending on your gentle, delicate hips. That skirt was the true killer, revealing a bit of your bum, but not too much of it.

He sighed loudly and excused from the conversation with Clint. He walked directly to look out of the window, watching your photo. His brain froze for s minute or two. He tried to come up with a nice word, a compliment, something... Anything. But his brain was stuck.

From what he could tell, you were a treat for his eyes. To say that you were beautiful was a huge misunderstanding. You were mind-blowing. Dear lord, Steve couldn't speak for ten minutes straight, he just looked and in front of himself and drooled away from you.

"What happened, old man? You've seen a ghost?" - Nat wiggled her eyebrows and took a sip from her dry Martini. She looked beautiful as ever with her red dress on. Steve couldn't come up with a meaningful answer, so he just showed her the photo of you. Natasha closed her eyes a little, looking at you.

"That's practically a pornography for you, isn't it?" - Natasha giggled. She was drunk a bit, not too much, but she was tipsy already. - "But I got to say, she is beautiful. You're a lucky guy."

"That's for the first time I've seen how she looks like. I still don't even know how her face looks like..." - Steve sighed and giggled. His cheeks were rosy. He had a beautifully dreamy face and it appeared like his eyes started to shine. Natasha was happy for that man.

"Are you gonna tell her?" - She leaned her face into her palm, her full lips were smiling at Steve lasciviously.

"Tell her what?" - Steve answered innocently.

"That you're into her. And not only a bit. You have a huge crush." - Natasha winked. Steve shook his head and in that little moment, she snatched his phone and ran away from him.

"Natasha! Don't!" - Steve ran after her, but Natasha was too quick. She laughed and texted before Steve snatched the phone back. He. Was. Dumped.

Steve: Hey, Y/N, my big friend here wants to tell you that you look seriously hot! Love, Nat!

"I swear to dear Lord..." - Steve looked at her and massaged his scalp. You'll definitely go to tell him to frick off. He just knew. You looked hot. You truly did. But that just wasn't a thing that Steve would say out loud.

He would say: this suits you perfectly. Or: you look gorgeous. He wouldn't say you're hot. That was so overdone and so rude to you. But then his phone rang again.

Y/N: Thank you for that, that's just so sweet! Also, can you show him this one?

Well... If you looked hot in the uniform, according to Natasha, he was seriously considered about her opinion now. You were trying to burn him alive - he would swear that his body's temperature raised by three to four degrees, he was sweaty and he just closed his eyes to breathe it all out.

Those denim shorts... Those fucking denim shorts. He was damned to the deepest for the thoughts that have crossed his mind at that moment. He growled and excused himself.

"You're tearing the party, Rogers!" - Tony yelled with a joking tone.

"Let him be." - Clint pleaded with a smile. Natasha took his side almost immediately. - "He told me he isn't feeling well tonight. Let our pa get some sleep. The next party will be a definite killer." - Nat winked at him. And so Steve walked home in a pace of a world runner.

And he knew that he will most probably die during the next call with the image of you in his head.

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