Bitter Temptation ~ Steve Rogers

Chapter 9

(Y/N POV)
I wake up the next morning on the couch in my room. My head is pounding and the light creeping through the curtains is hurting my eyes. I groan and realise I have no clothes on.... I look over and see a very attractive man lying the floor...also naked. His black hair messily falling onto his face as he sleeps soundly. The realisation, panic and guilt kicks in. I jump up grabbing a blanket covering myself. Stumbling around my room I toss a pillow at the sleeping man and he groans. I'm looking around for my underwear and he holds my black bra up in the air teasing me. I snatch it off him "Gimme that", then I see his face and it comes rushing back. Derek.

I throw his boxers and pants at him. "This place is nice" he comments while putting on his pants. "Yup it's the Avengers tower and Stark is gonna have my ass if you don't go so" I say while frantically cleaning up my room gripping the blanket covering me. "This is the Avengers tower?!" he asked stunned while doing his belt. "Yup but don't expect a tour cause I really need you to go, no offence" I turn to look at him. He finds his shirt "He's here right the special guy you where telling me about?". My heart sinks at the thought of Steve, I was physically sick with guilt. I know I don't owe him anything but I can't help but feel terrible. "Yes Steve is here, but I'm gonna go for a shower and your going to be gone when I get back" I order grabbing a towel still stumbling.

Derek has a shit eating grin on his face. "Steve? As in Steve Rogers!" he chirps. You internally curse yourself for saying his name, course he would put it together. I forget he's Captain America sometimes and not just annoying Steve. "Yup that would unfortunately be him" I mumble. Derek smirks and extends his hand "It was nice meeting you y/n!". I shake his hand smiling "Nice meeting you too Derek". He gives me another cheeky grin before I go to my en-suite locking the door behind me. I look in the mirror. I look a state. I barley even remember last night and I can't believe I went home with a guy from a random bar it's so unlike me. What the fuck are you doing to me Steve Rogers?. I'm so screwed.

(STEVE POV)
I was on my way to go see y/n before I head off on a morning mission. I wanted to talk things out with her I really did. A very lost and hungover looking man is wandering around the corridors. I approach him asking him if he's ok. I get a good look at him. Probably Nat, looks like her type. I smirk to myself.
"No actually, I'm very lost" the man chuckles at me. "I'm Derek Shepard" he extends his hand to me, I take it and go to introduce myself. "I know who are...big fan" he says still chuckling. I smile at him. "Well it was nice to meet you, if you go left at the end of the hall you'll  find the elevator and simply just say 'ground floor' and it'll take you down" I explain to him and he looks stunned. "Impressive, nice meeting you too." I nod as he leaves. I liked him.

I was almost at y/n's room when I see Vision. "Morning Vision" I say to him. "Morning Captain Rogers, I just saw an unfamiliar gentlemen leaving Miss y/n's room. He looked what is the term...... hungover? Do you know who he is?". I look back to where I had encountered the man and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I ball my fists and grit my teeth. I felt so stupid. "He's a friend of y/n's I think" I say trying not to sound pissed. "Oh well good luck on your mission Captain" Vision adds before leaving.

I storm into my room pissed. I slam my door nearly taking the hinges off. I don't know why I was so mad, she owes me nothing. I did this to myself. But the thought of another man looking at her no mind touching her makes my blood boil. I wanted to go after him and beat the life out of him but I knew he didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't get the image of another man pleasing her out of my head. I punch the wall in rage, my fist going straight through. Shit. Stark's gonna kill me. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. What the fuck are you doing to me y/n?!

(Y/N POV)
I was filled with guilt. About Derek and Steve. I mean Derek was great and all. He's the perfect guy and he treats me right. He's sweet and charming. But he's not Steve. He doesn't make me feel like Steve. When Steve enters a room everyone's attention goes to him. He's dominant and controlling. But he's also toxic, confusing and insensitive. But he's still Steve.

I needed to talk to someone. I was searching for Wanda around tower. By now it was lunch time and she'd usually be in the kitchen. I head into the living area calling her name. "Wanda?!". When I walk into the room I see Steve leaving against the table. He's wearing a flannel button up with grey pants. His hair is gelled back perfectly and his sleeves rolled up revealing his perfectly sculpted arms. I run my eyes over his body.Then I meet those piercing blue pools of emotion. It's silent as we both stare at each other. I clear my throat and ask "oh..have you seen Wanda?". "She's on a mission with Sam and Tony" he replies, his tone cold and serious. "Ahhh..thanks" I give him a soft smile before turning to leave the awkward room.

"I helped a very lost hungover man named Derek find his way out this morning" he states, his voice barley a whisper. I can't read his tone it's a mix of hurt and...jealously. My whole body freezes but I don't turn to face him. "Assumed he was Nat's. Was more her type I guess" he continues. I turn slowly and face him. My heart aches. He looks so sad. "Steve..." I try to talk but he keeps going. "But then Vision asked me if I knew him. Cause he saw him coming out of your room and I realised. Don't think I've ever felt so fucking stupid" his voice now harsh.

I couldn't believe he was trying to make me the bad one and I almost let him. My instincts kick in. "You? You felt stupid? Are you kidding me?!" I snap. He pushes himself off the table standing up "y/n...".
"No no your going to let me speak for myself this time!" my tone dominant and he shuts his mouth letting me speak. "You know when I felt stupid? When you fucked me in the kitchen and left me alone without saying anything to me!!". Steve's face cringes at the mention of his actions, it's clear he regrets them but I'm too mad. "Also when you humiliated me in front of Stark! Speaking about me like I wasn't even there. You don't get to play the victim here!" my voice raising more and more as I go along. Steve just sitting there taking it all. "Derek makes me feel good about myself! All you've done is made me feel pathetic!!" I scream. My body shaking with rage. "Look I'm sorry" Steve whispers.

He steps closer to me and reaches for my hand but I move out of his grip and he looks like his heart shattered. "Sure no man made me feel the things you did when you touched me...but no man made me feel so small and shitty after like you did" I mumble looking at the ground. I look up and meet his eyes, there glassy and he just stares. I storm out. His eyes following me until I'm out of his sight. He felt guilt.

I head to the conference room knowing nobody would be in there. I sit on one of the chairs and pull another one up for my legs. Steve used to scold me for sitting like that during meetings. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes but I won't let myself cry over him again. I've been through way worse and I wasn't going to crumble over Steve fucking Rogers.
I don't know how long I was there for just staring into space. Other Agents looking at me like I was insane as they passed. I was completely lost in thought so I didn't even notice them passing.

A gentle hand on my shoulder pulls me out of my own world. I look up and see fiery ginger hair and a kind face. Nat. "You ok" she asks kindly. She removes her hand crossing her arms. Putting on my poker face I smile "I'm fine why?". She looks around the room before whispering "I overheard you and Rogers earlier. Sounded intense". You reply with a simple "oh". You didn't like the fact of other people knowing your business. Especially this personal but Nat always meant well. "Also I know Wanda is on a mission and you need a woman to talk to" she smirks . I smile. "We're overrun by men" I chuckle rubbing my temples. "We still run all the shit though, no matter what they claim" she smirks. I laugh softly. She was very right. The team would fall apart if it was just the testosterone running it.

"Damn right Romanoff" I reply playfully. She was already making me feel better. "You sure your ok?" she asked softly. Concern written all over her beautiful face. "No. But I will be" I state honestly.
She nods and sighs knowing that's all she'll get.

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*Derek Shepard enters the chat* Also this is a Steve story so he will be endgame! He's just being stubborn right now for the plot. I hope you guys are enjoying the story! Till next time! I love you m'loves❤️🦋