Steve Rogers One Shots

Noodle

It was a casual Friday night and instead of going to some bar with the other Avengers, you stayed with Steve to watch a movie in which two dogs tried to find their owner. It was a chilly evening, you were wrapped in your American flag blanket that Steve had bought you for your last birthday.

It was like him, fluffy and warm, and you absolutely loved it.

"We should get a dog," Steve said, leaning forward to get another slice of pizza.

"Oh, yes!" You beamed, then turned to look at him. "Do you think Tony would let us?"

Steve chuckled, wiping his mouth with his paper napkin. "I know he acts like it, but he's not our father. Plus, I think it would be good for the team."

"I agree." You nodded, making a mental note to visit the animal shelter the next day.

You smiled at each other and kept eye contact when Steve leaned forward. Your stomach flipped, you really thought he was going to kiss you. He raised his hand and dabbed at the corner of your mouth with his napkin.

"You had a little something." He said with a smile that almost made you swoon.

"Oh, thanks." You muttered, trying to hide your disappointment.

You both returned your attention to the film. Steve shot you a sideways glance, his heart beating like thunder in his chest. Truth was he really wanted to kiss you, but he misread the look on your face and quickly tried to find an excuse.

Natasha and Clint witnessed the whole exchange from the kitchen. They were always so discreet that you didn't hear them coming, or perhaps it was because Steve monopolised your thoughts.

"We need to do something," She whispered to Clint while looking at the both of you. "It's getting ridiculous."

"Don't get involved, Nat." He warned her.

"Just trying to help." She smirked.

The next day, you went to the animal shelter with Steve, Sam and Bucky. Pretty much everyone was on board with the whole dog thing. You and Sam were playing with the cutest beagle puppy in the world. Steve looked at you with an adoring smile, which made Bucky grin.

"Why don't you talk to her?" He placed his hand on Steve's shoulder, bringing him back to reality.

Steve turned his head so fast he nearly lost his balance. "W-What?"

Bucky snorted. "You guys spend all your time together, I'm sure she wouldn't mind going on a date with you."

"No," Steve shook his head. "We're colleagues and friends, there is no place for romance in my life."

"Steve," Bucky sighed, throwing his head back. "Your life desperately needs romance."

You stood up, smoothed your clothes and walked over to the super soldiers. "I have to make a phone call. I won't be long." They nodded and you were gone.

The boys continued to play with the dog until they heard peals of laughter echoing faintly. Intrigued, they followed the sound and found you playing with a big Bernedoodle. The dog took you by surprise when you tried to leave. The black and white dog was trying to climb on top of you. You giggled when he started to lick your face. The sound of your laughter and the look on your face made Steve's heart beat faster than any heart should.

"How old is this one?" Sam asked the old woman who owned the shelter.

"Seven." She replied with a sad frown. "He's been here since he was a puppy. No one wants him. It's a shame he's the friendliest dog I have, but he's too big for most people. If no one adopts him, we'll have to... well you know."