This is a Steve Rogers Fanfiction.
(Y/N) Young is Tony Starks cousin. As she struggled to find a job because of her family linking to Starks family the latter decided to help her by giving her the position of the personal assistent of the Avengers...
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Okay guys two chaps in ONE day? Who am I? So this is the smutty chap. So viewers descretion is advised but I really hope you enjoy it and don't be too judgy, it's my first time writing ✨spicy✨ stuff. And if you do like it please let me know, I'd love some feedback from my readers.
Anyways, enjoy guys, I hope you like the chapter as much as I cringed while writing it😂
We were landing. The mission had gone almost smoothly and Rumlow was taken to the Raft. He was still in shock when we gave him to Hill and Fury, he wasn't prepared to see me, up and running, alive after he had shot me and believed me dead for over 3 years. The quinjet was only a few feet away from the compound.
The mood in the jet was icy, mostly because of Captain Dumbass and I. The others didn't even dare saying anything. They knew better then get between our animosity. Steve and I were still aggressively ignoring each other after his stunt that could have cost us both our lives. But you know me by now, I wasn't going to let it go this easily. He had ignored my orders and put his team mates in danger. I decided it was time to say something.
'Since I am still in charge until this bird lands, as a consequence of your actions I am going to officially take you out of the next mission. Your behavior was unacceptable and you put mine and your life in danger.'
The others gasped, waiting for Steves reaction.
'You're not authorized to do that (Y/N).'
His voice getting louder with each word that left his mouth.
'You will not be the one deciding my punishment for something I did because I thought you were going to be hurt.'
'You should have thought about that before you blew our covers and made the enemy open fire against us! I was handling myself just fine Steve!'
'You were not, and you know that. You were completely lost in the moment, dancing with that degenerate ex of yours while I saw how he looked right past your cover and took out a knife, ready to fucking stab you in the ribs.'
The conversation got more heated the more it went on. Everyone stared at us, perplexed, and watched as our pent up emotions finally got out.
'I saw the fucking knife Steve! I was in a relationship with that fucker I know how he functions! I know how he acts when he doesn't trust someone and what he fucking does when he is going to eliminate that threat!'
Every sentence we spit out, we got closer to each other. We were having a face off. A literal face off. Anger against anger.
And then the jet landed. We tumbled against each other and Steve tripped and fell against a wall with me wrapped in his arms. I pushed against his chest and let out an angry cry before stubbornly strutting towards the compound.
