#captain america x femreader

A/N:Hey guys. This is the first part of a new Steve Rogers/Captain America fic I’m writing. The idea was sparked by a conversation with a friend.

Synopsis:You’re a new member of the Avengers but part of your powers is clairsentience which can make being around people a little hard. After a particularly difficult mission, you finally meet Steve who has been on a hiatus.

Word Count: 2k

Mentions:Death of a child, swearing/cursing, strong emotions, heartbreak

Steve sat in silence for a few moments, Tony eye’s on him. The man throws a raisin into his mouth and gestures with at him with his hand, a wry smile on his face.

“It’s good to have you back old man.” Steve sits up straighter in his chair, his mouth open mid protest, when Jarvis’ voice interrupts him, letting Tony know the team are back from a mission.

“Thanks Jarvis!” He turns on his heel and perches on the edge of a table.

“Got a new member, wanna meet them?”
-

You walk down the ramp and pull your phone out, placing the headphones in your ear, you’re about press play on the playlist you’ve pulled up, when you feel a hand gentle hand on your elbow, a light squeeze. You turn and see Nat looking at you, here’s eyes looking at you concerned.

“You okay?” You realise again just how well Nat can read you. You force a small fake smile on your face and nod your head.

“Fine and dandy!” Nat regards you for a moment, before moving closer her voice low.

“Y/N, what happened back there…There wasn’t anything we could have done.” You feel your face with flush with warmth, and heat build behind your eyes, an icy cold fist, twisting your stomach. You lower your eyes for a second before bringing them back to Nat’s.

“Like I said, I’m fine and dandy.” You stalk away before she can say anything and head straight to your room in the compound. Tony’s face etching with concern as he see’s Peter’s face distressed, Thor’s angry expression and Nat’s look of mild pain.

“Where’s Y/N?” Thor’s voice fills the room.

“She is fine.” Nat sits down on the edge of the sofa in the main room, shrugging her shoulder’s and glancing over at Steve, a slight smile and nod.

“She’s not fine.” Tony frowns.

“Who’s Y/N?” Steve asks. Tony raises his eyebrow at him.

“I told you…New member. No one listens to me.” He turns from Steve again then, his eyes scanning throughout the room at Peter, Thor and Nat. “What happened?” 

“The mission was going well, but as we were leaving Peter and Y/N thought they heard someone screaming, Y/N ran and found a little boy.” Tony takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose and whispers a profanity. Nat nods and carries on.

“She got him out, but he’d inhaled too much smoke.” The room is silent for a moment but is soon punctuated by a bang and a smash. Thor bringing his Mjölnir down on a vase, Peter punching his fist into the wall. Tony bristles.

“C’mon guys, really? I just had the place re-decorated…That’s not on her.” Nat nods her head and sits back, agreeing with his words but it’s Thor who speaks.

“But Y/N can’t help but feel responsible.” Tony wipes his hand across his mouth and nods his head.

“I know.” Peter steps forward, his eyes on the floor.

“It’s my fault too Mr Stark, I should have realised sooner, but there was so much going on.” Tony closes the distance between himself and Peter and claps him on the shoulder.

“We’ve talked about this kid…Remember what I said?” Steve watches as Tony looks in the young man’s eyes and see his shoulders relax as he nods his head. Steve notices Thor stand up a little straighter, his face looking concerned.

“Y/N? I’m glad you have joined us.” Steve stands up as you walk in the room. You’ve changed out of  your gear and thrown on some shorts and tshirt, your feet bare. 

“Uh actually, Peter, could I talk to  you for a second?” Steve glances over and sees his cheeks flush with colour, he brings his eyes back to you and can see why, but frowns at the inappropriate thought.

“Uhh, sure.” You walk out of the room, trying to ignore the eyes of the stranger across the room. When you get outside the room, you cross your arms over your chest.

“I just wanted to say, I hope you don’t blame yourself for what happened back there. It was my fault, I was too slow.” Peter regards you with big brown eyes and licks his lips shaking his head.

“No…You did everything you could. Don’t blame yourself, Mr Stark’s right.” You quirk your eyebrow here in interest, whilst Tony had always been nice with you, he’d never really confided in you. But then again, you weren’t sure if he really confided in anyone other than Pepper. But Peter had been part of the crew for longer so maybe he’d opened up to him a little?

Peter smiles at you softly “He once told me that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, or how hard we want it, we can’t save everybody…I know today was…is..hard but I honestly don’t think there’s anything we could have done.” You take a moment to let his words wash over you, before nodding your head and looking at the floor.

“I guess he’s right.” You lean over and kiss Peter on the cheek, his eyes widening.

“What was that for?” You smirk at the young boy and raise your eyebrows.

“Because you’re a good kid and much more handsome than you give yourself credit for.” Peter’s face lights up with a smile.

“You think I’m handsome? Really? You?” You chuckle and nod your head frowning slightly. You turn on your heel but you stop and turn back.

“And Peter?” He looks at you, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“What?” You tilt your head playfully.

“Ask MJ out…I think you’d be surprised by her answer.” You turn again then, Peter stuttering behind you. Eventually he manages to choke out some words.

“Aren’t you coming for dinner?” You shake your head and make your way back to your room.

“No…I just want some alone time. Tell the other guys I’m sorry.” And with that, you turn into your room and close the door.

-

Later that night after you were sure everyone had left after dinner, or made their way to their rooms to do their own thing. You come out of your room on the hunt for snacks. You’d spent the rest of the day  listening to music, having a cry and trying to calm yourself. Part of your ability was clairsentience and sometimes, especially after feeling emotionally drained from something yourself, it was overwhelming being around other peoples emotions too. It’s one of the reasons she’d spoken to Peter earlier, she could sense his anger, his frustration and his pain. Thor and Nat had it too, but Peter’s felt like screaming in her soul.

You make your way into the kitchen, your headphones in and music on loud, just how you liked it. Music was part of your escape and you used it to calm your mind. The choral opening of the Rolling Stones song starts as you enter the kitchen, curling your toes at the coldness of the floor. Another reason you like eating late, besides not feeling like it, was the freedom of wearing nothing but your panties, and oversized tee and of course, the freedom to dance around free of judgement.

You’ve gathered items to make a sandwich and reach for the whisk in the utensil holder singing into it.

“In her glass was a bleeding man”

Steve frowns and looks up from the book he’s reading in the dim light of the living room area. He stands up, head tilted, his brows frowning.

“She was practiced in the art of deception.”  You’re putting the bread on the top now and pouting like Mick Jagger.

“Well, I could tell by her bloodstained hands.”Steve’s frown turns to an amused smile as he gets toward the source of the noise, pleased he will be able to finally have something to tease Nat about. He turns into the kitchen.

“YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT”  You sing loudly and it feels good to say it loud. An affirmation to soothe your soul, Tony’s words being spoken to you by Peter floating back to your mind. You take a bite of the sandwich and turn around.

“OH FUCKING HELL!” Your eyes follow your sandwich as it flies through the air and comes crashing into pieces on the counter opposite. You pull the headphones from your ear and throw your phone on the sideboard. Your hand comes to your chest as you try to calm your nerves, the man stepping closer. The stranger from earlier blushing as he looks from your feet to the top of your head. 

“I’m so sorry…You’re british?” Your mouth opens in shock and you pull at the hem of your oversized tee wishing it would miraculously drown you.

“Actually, I’m Y/N.” He quirks his brow, his head snapping back slightly a look of brief confusion on his face, before realising what’s he’s said.

“No…I meant.” He closes his eyes and sighs before opening them, his big blues looking at you, a soft smile on his face. “I didn’t realise you were British.” You tilt your head and keep your tone playful.

“Is that a problem? Me being British?” He looks uncomfortable again and despite the fact you’re having fun, teasing him, you feel a pang of guilt jolt through you and take a step forward, hand outstretched.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N and yes, I’m British. I moved to the States a couple of years ago.” He takes your hand and you feel a spark. But it’s hard to tell if you’re picking up on an emotion or if you’re reacting to the touch of an attractive man for the first time in years. The mans cheeks flush with colour and you wonder if he felt it too.

“I’m Steve Rogers.” Your eyes widen here, and you feel stupid that you didn’t realise it sooner. Though you’d heard his name, seen photos and heard stories, you hadn’t acknowledged or put the pieces together that the stranger was…

“Captain America! Of course.” You’re still shaking his hand and Steve smiles at you as you realise how long you’ve been shaking his hand. You pull your hand away and take a step back but he steps forward leaving the distance the same. A playful smile on his face.

“Actually, I prefer to go by Steve.” You nod your head and turn away, trying to calm the colour that’s rushing to your cheeks.

“So uh…Steve. Can I make you a sandwich? I’m going to have to make a new one anyway.” You don’t see him but he shakes his head, his voice sincere.

“Actually, I should make you one, it’s my fault you dropped the first one.” He moves next to you and starts grabbing some kitchen towel to clean up the mess, you let out a chuckle.

“No, don’t be silly Steve. You’re not my servant. I can make my own sandwich.” He stands and puts one hand to his hip.

“Have I said something wrong? I didn’t intend to come across as your servant. Of course, you’re capable.” Your eyebrows raise and you tilt your head at him curiously.

“You have no idea how to talk to a woman do you?” Steve’s face turns white and suddenly you’re insides feeling like they’re twisting, anguish squeezing at your heart. A feeling like panic washing over you. It eases as Steve stands up, whatever shock he had, passing him by. His face etched with concern.

“Are you ok?” He takes a step forward and moves to put a hand on you and you step around him keeping your distance and shake your head.

“I’m fine. I’m just not hungry.” You grab your phone and run from the room, leaving Steve with a confused and slightly hurt expression on his face. Before the door has even closed, tears are falling down your face, a remnant of Steve’s feelings of someone he loves and has lost.