Y/N propped her arms up on the desk amusedly, pen twirling in her fingers while smiling at the man in front of her who was casually dressed in running t-shirts and shorts.
“And if it isn’t my favorite receptionist, Y/N L/N.” He winked, leaning on the wooden desk top as she chuckled.
“So, I was thinking.” He started, plucking up one of the fake flowers that rested in a vase on her desk, examining it nonchalantly.
“Oh, were you now?” Y/N mused, continuing her work absentmindedly.
“I mean, I’m no photographer, but I can totally picture me and you together.”
Y/N’s lips twitched as she tried to hold back a smile while glancing back up at him. But seeing his suggestively raise eyebrows, she couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth as an attempt to stifle it.
“I got you there!” Sam grinned, shooting his finger guns at her.
“Enjoy it Wilson. That’s the only time it’ll work.” She pointed at him, still giggling.
“Sam!” Turning at the sound of his name, Sam greeted the blond man approaching amiably.
“Steve, hey!”
“Steve?” Y/N inquired. “As in-”
“You must be Y/N!” Steve beamed. “Sam’s told me a lot about you.”
“Oh?” She glanced at Sam who was shaking his head at Steve hurriedly, cutting off as Y/N’s gaze turned, transforming into a too wide smile.
“Only the good stuff.” He promised, shrugging sheepishly.
“That doesn’t sound right.” She teased, and Sam scoffed.
“Didn’t realize there was any bad stuff to tell babygirl.” He caught her bashfulness at that nickname and chuckled inwardly.
“Anyways.. I should get going.” Steve waved as he disappeared, and Y/N smirked.
“Did you tell Captain America to come by here while you were talking to me to impress me?”
“Did it work?”
“I can’t say it did. But I did enjoy watching you squirm as he said more than you wanted.” She giggled as he rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.
“Damn. If I can’t woo you using Cap, how else can I get you to go on a date with me?”
