Marvel One-Shots! <3

Easy There, Stark.

Original Imagine: http://imagineforsale.tumblr.com/post/111041666667/gif

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,169

Warnings: Mostly Fluff. Captain America/Reader.

Summary: Tony's being inappropriate and Steve doesn't like it.

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You smile as you walk into the war room. You really shouldn't be smiling this way considering that the world is about to end, but that's one of the perks of the world ending, you get to admire the super soldier up close. The thought alone sends shivers down your spine and a delicious tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.

You pull your chin up and walk over to the conference table where all your 'superhero' coworkers were sitting. The meeting is quick, you paying attention and getting distracted as Steve talked. You ignored the tingling on your fingertips, a feeling that happened whenever he was around. The crush was ridiculous and nothing could come of it considering he was 109 years old, and you had just turned twenty-three. Well, twenty-three and top of your class, beating many of Mr. Rodgers's scores in basic training, but still nothing could come of it. He never looks your direction anyway.

You end up only putting minimal effort into the meeting until you are released swiftly by Fury, "(Y/L/N), escort Mr. Stark to his laboratory please." You smile politely at your commanding officer and nod "Yes sir." You listen to Stark's playful voice "Com'on Beautiful, got some new stuff to show you." You roll your eyes as you stand firmly beside Stark, putting on your best smile for your commanding officer motioning for Stark to lead. You look up momentarily and catch a glimpse of Steve's irritated expression, and quickly look away. You feel the heat and a smile crossing your face quickly.

When you were out of sight by Fury you picked up your hand and whapped Stark in the back of the head, hard. Smiling wildly to yourself as he says "Hey! Rude!" You swear you hear someone mumble something from behind you but your busy pushing Stark down the hallway. 

On the way to the Laboratory you push Tony playfully "What was all that about?" You and Tony had a great friendship, he knew about your low self-esteem, and hit on you as often as he could. A twisted compliment, but you and Tony understood it, and understood that it was purely platonic. You knew that Tony was in a very happy relationship with Pepper Pots and you smile at the thought of the red headed woman who had Tony Stark on a short leash.

You look over at Tony pointedly waiting for an explanation, "What? I like making Cap squirm." You shake your head and say "One of these days Steve is going to knock your head off for being so unprofessional. You know that right?" He shakes his head and you know he knows something that you don't, "What is it?" Tony smiles at you momentarily before he turned back to his work, "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about."

You hop up on the table beside Stark, where you continue to watch him work. You love watching the genius work, completely absorbed watching his hands effortlessly and purposely over the brilliantly lighted screens. Again, you get so absorbed that you don't notice star-spangled soldier walk by the door, stop and come back to observe though the window in anger.

           

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