#captain steve rogers
Steve Rogers/Captain America, Marvel’s The Avengers &Avengers: Age of Ultron - Civilian Clothes
I had some really random pieces lying around from other projects. Somehow, my brain said, “Hey, these would all go together to make your favorite Square wearing his most normal clothes.”
And so it was.
“Ultron” isn’t a very good movie, but Cap was so pretty in that blue shirt.
Available now at my Etsy! Only one of each.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 650
Warnings: language, sexual tension, innuendo, fluff
A/N:I wrote a thing for my lovely friend @221bshrlocked because she’s a goddess and I love her (her name is literally “An Actual Goddess” in Snapchat soooo) anyway enjoy my love!
You were sparring with Captain Steve Rogers, and hating every minute of it. You knew you had to train in order to improve, but you hated fighting someone you’d been in love with for years.
You had joined the Avengers 5 years ago, after the battle of New York, when Nick Fury found you after you’d gotten kicked off your college’s wrestling team for being too aggressive. And, you may or may not have accidentally lost control and used your powers. You had the power to manipulate people’s minds, which you’d used against your opponent to force her to give up the match. You immediately flipped her so hard that you cracked the floor, thanks to your super strength. That day, you were brought to Avengers Tower, where you were introduced for everyone. They were all good people, but the one you were most preoccupied with was Steve. He was good, pure, charming, and caring. You knew he would make you feel special, and over the last few years, he had become the one you trusted most. Only problem with that? You’d fallen for him. Hard.
You broke out of your reverie when you felt a punch to the gut and landed on the floor.
Steve shook his head, holding out his hand to help you up, “Jesus, (Y/N), you can’t let yourself get distracted. It’ll kill you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m done for the day,” you say as you stand, refusing to accept his help. You already felt weak, you didn’t need him to embarrass you further for it.
“You still have 10 minutes left-”
“I don’t care. Someone else can start early or you can take a break. I’m done,” you say through tears as you start walking away.
He chases after you and grabs your arm, spinning you around, “what’s going on?”
You wrench your arm out of his grip, shaking your head as you open the door, “I told you, I’m done.”
“Done with training? Or is something else going on?”
You slam the door, cracking it as you turn to yell at him, “I’M DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”
He goes silent, eyes wide.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m leaving-”
“What does that mean?”
“Damn it, Steve. When they enhanced you, it obviously didn’t affect your brain cells. You’re absolutely exhausting.” You sigh, looking at the floor. “I’m done waiting for you to notice me-”
“I do notice you-”
“Don’t interrupt me, Rogers. I’m done waiting for you to notice me in a way that isn’t as a friend. I’ve been in love with you since Fury brought me here. And I thought I could deal with just being your friend. But apparently I can’t. So I can’t train or hang out with you anymore. I’m sorry.”
Steve stands there, mouth gaping as he tries to process your confession.
“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”
He sighs, biting his lip, and you turn to leave.
You open the now-broken door, but end up against the training gym wall pressed against Steve. He has an arm on either side of you and is pinning you against the wall.
“You can’t say something like that and expect me to let you leave, doll.” He leans down and kisses you deeply, slowly. Normally you prefer fast, passionate kisses, but it’s Steve. He’s savoring you. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he holds onto your waist as he presses you against the wall.
You pull away, putting a hand on his chest, “what does this mean?”
Steve laughs, “it means we’ve been fucking idiots for the last five years, I fell in love the minute I met you.”
You gasp playfully, “CAPTAIN ROGERS YOU SAID A BAD LANGUAGE WORD!!!!!”
“Call me Captain Rogers again and we’re going to need to do something about it,” he growls.
You smirk and kiss him again, finally in your happy place.
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