Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

'What?'

I didn't know if I had heard correctly. Perplexed, I watched him turn back to me with pain in his eyes.

'(Y/N) I don't care about Sharon. I didn't hurt myself and nothing happened outside the compound. All that happened was you and I growing closer as fucking friends. Friends (Y/N). Not colleagues or team mates or lovers. Friends. I hated you for being like your cousin and now...'

he paused, took a deep, shaky breath, closed his eyes and then said:

'I like you, (Y/N). So fucking much it hurts to see you laugh when Loki or Thor or Bruce or fucking PETER make jokes or say something funny. Or cuddling them when we watch movies. Or kissing everyone and anyone on the cheek just to show them you appreciate them.'

I was completely taken by his words. He wasn't even finished yet, I could see that, but his words made my heart swell up in my chest. If he only knew how much I'd like to show him I appreciated him more than the others. Hell, nearly as much as Tony and Pop.

'Steve, I-'

'No. Let me finish. Every time you beat me when we train, every time you cry during movies, every time you cook for us and are proud of it every time you FUCKING breath, (Y/N) I could burst because of how much I'd like to kiss you. And hold you. And god knows what other things.'

A tear had found its way down my cheek. Steve saw and came closer, putting his hand on it and wiping it away.

'Steve, I'm sorry.'

A sniffle left me before I could stop it. The smile I had tried to keep off my face finally surfaced.

'It's okay. You didn't know how I felt and I decided to let you do whatever you thought was good for us.'

I couldn't believe him, he had been so distant to me but such a good friend at the same time it just confused my mind I guess.

'You acted as if there had never been that night between us Steve. I- I thought you had changed your mind about us so I just went with it. I'm so fucking sorry, Steve.'

The smile that was spreading across his face was infectious and so we smiled at each other and got closer and closer. Steve looked at my lips licking his own bottom lip as he lowered his face slightly towards mine.

'Can I kiss you? Like officially now?'

'And what are we after this kiss? What reason do we give Tony to kill you?'

We laughed out loud and then he got serious again. Locking eyes, blue against brown.

'I would never leave my girlfriend alone. Never'
'Are you saying-'

He shut me up by getting down on his knee and nearly giving me a heart attack. I began nervously laughing as he began to talk.

'(Y/N) Young, will you officially be my girlfriend so I can let Tony kill me?'

Had he just- ? Did he really just propose to me to be his girlfriend?

'Steve are you sure? What if we don't work out? What if Tony really does freak out, I don't think I'd survive that...'

'You overthink too much, Sweetheart. I'll do anything to convince Tony that we are good for each other.'

I thought about it for a second. At the beginning it was so fucking infuriating and frustrating to be with or around him but then there where the times he listened or cared enough to carry me to my room and make sure I'm okay. Then, during the mission, he had cared even more, risking his life to keep me safe and after the mission... Well you know what happened... But after that we had bonded as friends, god we had become the best friends. Sure with a lot of fighting but when it came to it, he was there. He held me the night Tony told me I'd be becoming a godmother.

*Flash back*

'Did he find out about what happened between us?'

Steve had come to our floor after Tonys and my talk. He had been worried if Tony had freaked out on me because of Steve.

'I'm going to be a godmother.'

I had blurted it out as soon as he had stopped at the foot of the bed to make sure I was okay.

'That is good right?'

'Yes it is! I'm just shocked that Pep and Tony would trust me with such a task...'

Steve sat down next to me and put his arm around my waist, hugging me.

'I see how Peter admires you and how good you are around him. I have no doubt you will be the perfect godmother. Who is the godfather though?'

'No one. They wanted just me.'

'I'm so proud of you.'

'Thank you, Steve.'

'I think we can try. Under one condition though.', I finally said.

'What condition?'

'We need to tell Tony. And the others. Deal?'

'Deal.'