More Than A Hero

I'd Keep My Clothes On For You (Torres X ANY)

College Years- This is Pre-Falcon And The WInter Soldier. You go to a school for tech nerds.

"Are you Y/N L/N?" You turned around and nodded, taking in the form in your doorway. It was a guy in loose jeans and a hoodie. "Oh, here, let me help you with that. It looks heavy," you said, motioning to the box in his arms. He smiled and nodded. "Thanks. It is, I'm gonna be honest. I'm Joaquin Torres."

The Next Year- The two of you opted to stay dorm mates b/c you got along so well. 

You looked at your roommate and grinned. "Hey, can I borrow a shirt? All mine are gross." Joaquin Torres smiled (somedays you thought that smile would be the death of you) at you, already throwing his own shirt off. Both of you wore collared shirts during classes, but come the end of your classes, they changed to graphic tees. He stretched, his chest a map of muscles, then pulled 2 shirts from his closet and tossed you one. "Thanks."

"Those are your nice pants, right? What's the occasion?" Joaquin turned around while you changed shirts. "Ally wants to take me on a double date. Her guy is bringing someone. She said he's into tech, so with any luck I'll have something to talk about." Torres grinned, but inside he was worried. He loved that you were best friends, not to mention dorm mates, but he wanted to ask you out. 

"Trust me, Y/N, you will. If he is a moron, you can call me. I just got a new laptop we can tamper with."

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You had a great time, at first. But then Ally got drunk, and her boyfriend suggested they go back to his dorm, and you said no. You weren't doing that on any first date, no siree. Now you were sitting on a curb, soaking wet and bleeding, and using the rain to hide your tears. You'd called Joaquin 5 minutes ago, so he was on the way. All he knew was your location. 

When you noticed his car, you stood up, hiding your arm. He almost skid off the road when he stopped. "Oh god! Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, jumping out and rushing to cover you in his jacket. You shrugged and got into his car. You didn't even speak until you were in the dorm, sitting on his bed.

 Torres ran to you, holding salve and bandages. He gently took his jacket off and looked at your arm. "What did they do to you?" He asked, seething internally. "Ally got drunk, so her boyfriend thought the four of us could go to his dorm. I said I didn't want to, and they acted like it was fine. Once we hit the speed limit, his buddy pushed me off the motorcycle we were on, and I landed on my- OW!"

"Sorry! I know it stings, but I don't want you to get infected," the male said. Joaquin grabbed the bandages and started to wrap the sore on your arm. You leaned forward, laying your forehead on his shoulder. He finished, then put a hand on your knee. "I'd keep my clothes on for you, as dorky as that sounds," he said softly, smiling when you laughed. "I know. Thanks."

"You should change. You're still soaking wet." He grabbed one of his shirts, and a pair of gym shorts, then offered them to you. As you stood up, you took them and grabbed his hand. His cheeks flushed bright pink. "Seriously, thanks. You'd take me on a better date than that asshole ever could; I don't know why I thought going was a good idea." Torres tilted his head, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." You smiled, aware of your blush, and kissed his cheek. "I should've stayed with you instead of going with Ally," you said as you turned away to go change clothes.