Avengers Imagines

Steve Rogers- I Hate you, I Love you

I Hate you, I love you

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Abilities: Metal manipulation, reading/talking in peoples minds

Word Count: 3692

READERS POV

"You're fucking joking right," I scoffed looking at Tony and Bucky. "There is no way in hell I am going on an undercover mission with that asshole."

Right as I finished talking, that was when the 'oh so lovely Steve Rogers' decided to kill us with his presence. Oh joy. 

As soon as his eyes met mine, he sent me a glare to which I responded with one of my own before he directed his gaze to Tony and Bucky.

"What?" He asked them harshly. 

"You and the she devil are going on an undercover mission at a gala tonight." Tony said, making me shift my glare from Steve to him. Tony shrunk back slightly at my glare making Bucky chuckle, and I let out a satisfied huff while my glare slowly turned into a coy smirk. 

"Yeah, that's not fucking happening," Steve told the pair of them angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's like asking for this mission to go wrong."

"Oh my god that's what I said. For once in our lives, we finally agree on something. Wow, imagine that. Also rude, just because I hate you doesn't mean that the mission is gonna go wrong, it's called professionalism. Ever heard of it? But still, send Nat or Wanda with him."

"Nat's on another mission, she left early this morning, and Wanda is not equipped for this task so no, Y/N. It's you and Steve and it's not fucking changing, Fury's orders. Suck it up. I love you both, you're my best friends. But this..." Bucky said trailing off as he looked between Steve and I, gesturing his finger at the both of us. "This is ridiculous."

"But-," I started.

"No." Bucky said sharply, finality in his tone. "This man is selling dangerous weapons to HYDRA and the two of you are the best equipped for the job. Now go get ready, you leave in a couple hours."

I let out a huge groan as I stood up from my seat mumbling "I hate you" under my breath and flipped the three of them the bird while I walked out of the room.

"I heard that!" Bucky shouted as I walked away.

--------time skip--------

I had finished my hair and makeup a while ago, so now I was sitting in my sweats looking over the file on my tablet before I had to put my dress on.

Target: Roman O' Reily

Age: 32

Reason for Questioning: Intel on him selling powerful weapons to HYDRA.

Location of mission: Gala, Upstate New York. Roman's mansion.

Agents: Steve Rogers and Y/N Y/L/N. Backup will be outside of the building waiting for the signal.

Aliases: Scott Marshall and Terri Rushmore

Warnings: Reason to believe he is armed and dangerous, and not alone. 

Other: No weapons permitted, thorough weapon search before entry.

Attatchment* 5 images

I scanned over the images briefly. Sighing, I shut my tablet down and set it down beside me on my bed. Looking at the time on my phone I saw that it was almost time to leave. Kill me now. Please.