Avengers Imagines

Steve Rogers- Shorty

Shorty

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 2121

READERS POV

"Stupid mug, and stupid height. I bet those assholes put it up there on purpose. Why can't I have powers like Wanda so that I could just levitate it down? No, heaven forbid I have powers. I'm just some stupid assassin." I mumbled to myself as I climbed up onto the kitchen counter, trying to reach my favourite mug. Curse being five feet tall.

I heard a laugh coming from the doorway, and I knew who it was immediately. Steve. He was the only other person that was ever up this early in the morning. He was also a pain in my ass. "Hey, shorty. Need some help?"

"No." I said, giving him a deadpan stare, before I stood up fully on the counter to grab my mug off the top shelf. I heard a shuffling behind me and as I grabbed the mug, Steve grabbed onto my waist and lifted me off, setting me gently on the floor. "I bet it was you who put it up there, just so that you could watch me struggle."

"Why would I ever do that?" He questioned playfully, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"Um... let's see. Because you're always making fun of my height." I stated. "And I could have climbed down myself, thank you very much."

"It wasn't me Y/N/N. Promise. I also didn't need you falling off the counter and hurting yourself."

"Awe, he cares." I said sarcastically, but I was just joking. I knew he did.

"Of course I do, shorty. If I didn't, would I have ever put you on my shoulders at the concert I took you to last month? No. I would have let you suffer. Better yet, I wouldn't have taken you to see your favourite band to start with." Steve said it sternly, but you could tell he was playing along with me by the tone of his voice and the big smile on his face.

I thought back to the Panic! @ The Disco concert that Steve had taken me to see last month.

I was struggling to see past all of the tall people in the crowd, and I was cursing my height at the moment. Being short definitely had its downsides.

I let out a huff, crossing my arms over my chest as a pout covered my face. Yeah, I could hear them, and they sounded great like usual, but I wanted to be able to see.

"You okay?" Steve asked, noticing my behaviour.

"I can't see," I whined.

He let out a small laugh before crouching down.

"What are you doing?"

"Get on." He said, making a gesture towards his shoulder. I nodded my head okay, then climbed carefully onto Steve's shoulders, holding onto his head for balance. Steve grabbed onto my thighs so that I wouldn't fall off as he stood, before he stood to his full height, and I could finally see the stage. Joy coursed through me, and I clapped my hands excitedly.

"Better?" Steve asked.

"Better." I confirmed.

I was snapped out of the memory by Steve waving his hand in front of my face. "Y/N/N?"

"What? Oh, sorry. I kinda zoned out for a second there."

"No surprise."

I punched his arm hard, but he didn't even flinch. Fucking super soldiers, ruin all my fun.

"Is that all you got?"

I grumbled underneath my breath, turning my back to Steve. Why is he my best friend? I so badly wanted to walk out of the room and away from his annoying ass, but I had come here for coffee, and I wasn't leaving without it.