Bitter Temptation ~ Steve Rogers

Chapter 3

(STEVE POV)
I walk into the gym at 7am on the dot but as I'm walking in I hear punching and grunting. I quietly walk in the door and see her. y/n was punching the bag, her frame locked as she swung determinedly.
I wanted to watch her for a minute so I lean up against the wall. She's a good puncher but she's not using her whole body strength so she's bruising her knuckles. I mean she's more than capable of defending herself but she's small and needs all the strength she can get. I find myself staring at her body for a little longer then I should so I decide to make my presence known.

"You have to use your whole body" I say, my voice echoing in the empty gym causing her to jump. "Shit you scared me asshole!" she scolds and I smirk. Pushed myself off the wall and walked towards her while explaining "Your fast I'll admit, but your arms don't have enough muscle so you need to use your whole bodies strength". Her brow raised listening.

(Y/N POV)
He walks closer and stands beside me, my body pressed against his. He places one hand on my torso and one on my back, he moves me slightly. My heart starts racing and I try control my breathing. He gently squeezes my torso and says "Keep tension here, you'll hit harder". I nod and wait for him to move his hands but she doesn't, I stare at his eyes and his flicker to my lips. This man is so confusing! I can smell his expensive cologne and natural scent mixing together and it was intoxicating.

I flicker my eyes down to his hands that still firmly gripped me and he notices. Clears his throat before suggesting "Let's try the push up bar spaghetti arms" he tease and she I roll my eyes. "Not like I have a choice eh Rogers?" He places two average looking weights on the sides of the bar and I lie down. I attempt to lift it a couple times and he just watches amused. "Jesus christ Rogers! Not everyone is a super soldier!" I complain out of breath. "Well maybe if you saved some of your breath and stop mouthing?" he suggests sarcastically. I just whine and he chuckles while walking across the room and standing over me. He reached out and pushes the bar down as I try to lift it causing my arms to buckle. He catches the bar and with one hand places it back. Show off. "No smart comment now?" He teases looking down at me, giving me a cheeky smirk. I exhale loudly. I've never met such a smug prick.

He walks away and I sit up "Now that was just plain mean Rogers!" I snap, "Hate to break it to you y/n but the people you'd be fighting won't exactly be nice"and he tries to stifle a laugh. But his face scrunches up into a laugh. If I wasn't pissed off I would admire his cute dimples and perfect teeth, how his blonde hair falls onto his forehead bouncing as he shakes his head laughing. But I'm mad....I take my hair out of the pony leaving it flow down my shoulders and he slowly stops laughing staring at me with those admiration eyes again. He's getting on my nerves and I wanted to call him out on his shit. But I have to be a good little agent if I want to keep my position here and I would never mess this up.

I stand up and slowly walk towards him "Does my attitude threaten your masculinity that much that you have to prove your physically stronger then me to nurse your ego?" I taunt and his demeanour changes. Hit a nerve. I stop in front of him, our bodies dangerously close. I look at him with innocent eyes and he stares back with dark ones. "Or tell me Rogers? Do you just get off the control you have over a small little woman? Is it a kink?" I tease while tracing circles on his chest with my nail.

He clears his throat flustered and I think I've won until I go to move my hand of his chest and he grabs it holding it in place. My eyes go wide and I stare at him. He moves my hand around and asks "Feel that bone there?" I nod. "That's the sternum, one hard kick there and you'll knock the wind out your attacker causing them to fall" he continues. I just stare at him feeling the heat rise to my cheeks while he talks. Using my hand he spins me around. My back against his hard chest, his chin on my shoulder, holding me in place with his left hand. "Rogers!" I start to go off at him but he stops me. "Just listen" he commands and I feel the butterflies in my stomach.

"When they fall, that's when you'll kick them here", his callous fingers slip into the side of my tank top and my breathing actually stops. The feeling of his fingers gliding over my skin was sending a wave of heat to my core. "Right here below your ribcage" he continues while drawing circles on my hip. I almost whine when he moves his fingers loosing the contact. He releases his grip but I don't move. "Your right I love control y/n but I wouldn't want you getting hurt on the field, you need to take this seriously. Your too important to m-. To the team" he whispers in my ear, his lips brush my earlobe sending shivers down my spine. "Was he about to say I was important  to h-him?". But I quickly push those thoughts away.

I finally turn around to meet his eyes. We both just stare at each other for a few seconds. What is happening?? I thought we hates each other?! He breaks the silence by saying "That's all for today Agent y/l/n, you can go now". It's crazy how he can switch up in seconds but two can play at that game. "Thank god for that" I mutter. I grab my things and get the hell out of there as fast as I can. My mind was racing and I've never been so confused. Stupid man!

(THIRD PERSON POV)
Steve stood in the middle of the gym unable to move dumbstruck by his actions. He's never felt that attraction before, the feeling of you shivering under his touch drove him insane. He was fighting the urge to run after you and push you against the wall. He needed to remain professional. Steve's mind was going about 90 miles per hour. How could someone he hated make him feel this way.

y/n got to her room and threw her stuff onto the bed before zipping into the bathroom. Peeling the sweaty clothes off her body she looked into the mirror. She traced her finger over where his fingers touched on her hip. She didn't understand where all this tension was coming from, sure they always got in heated arguments but this was whole new level. When did all this touching start? And when did she start to enjoy it? Annoyed and now turned on, she internally cursed herself for letting him into her mind.

She switched the shower to cold and let the water run over her roasting body. She grabbed her shower gel and tried to scrub him off her body but she couldn't. She climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. Walking out she found her oversized washed out grey 'Queen' top, and a pair of baby blue shorts. She dried her hair and put it up in a loose bun. It was sitcom night with Wan so she grabbed her phone and headed to Wanda's room that was just down the hall. Needing her friend.

Steve was still at the gym, he'd been punching like a maniac since y/n left. It's like he was trying to punch her out of his mind but he couldn't. Her face, voice and scent where ingrained in his brain. He continued trying to punch his worries away.

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Hi again m'loves! I know the chapters are sort now but I'll try make them longer! Hope your enjoying. I love you all❤️🦋