Avengers Imagines

Steve Rogers #1

"Agent ______!" Director Fury said through my ear piece.

"Yes Sir?" I answered.

"If you would like to finish that lunch break you are having in the coffee shop three blocks from here and come up to my office." He said.

Damn. I only wanted five minutes of peace.

"Yes sir. I'm on my way." I said binning my coffee.

"You've got five minutes." He said, I could almost head the smile in his voice.

Really?! He must have seen me binning my coffee. He had eyes everywhere!

- - - -

"On time as usual Agent _____" Agent Coulson commented, letting me through the door.

"He does it on purpose." I grumbled, gaining a small chuckle.

"Director... Sir..." I said, entering his office.

"Sit, please." He said.

We had a stronger relationship than the other agents because he was a good friend of my fathers until he passed.

"I have a new assignment." He said.

"Is it Captain Rogers Sir?" I asked.

Everyone had been talking about who would get the job of helping him adapt to the world.

"Yes it is Agent... Too much socialising and not enough work." He chided.

I failed to hide my smirk.

"I'm not sure if he needs training... He might need a little trimming. Show him around New York... Don't get to carried away with the 'time off' you are being given." He said.

"Of course not Sir, you can trust me, Sir." I said, standing.

"Your one of the very few." He said, indicating that the conversation was over.

"New assignment?" Agent Coulson asked.

"Yes, Agent Coulson." I smiled.

"Phil please." He smiled.

"You aren't going to like me for much longer... Phil..." I said.

"Its Captain America..." He said.

I nodded.

"I could introduce you two... Set you two on a date." I smiled.

"Tony is having a negative influence on you." Phil laughed.

"Well, he was one of the few American's I was first introduced to." I said.

"You almost seem American. Not a scrap of English left in you." Tony said, walking past.

"Yeah, yeah Mr Stark." I smiled.

"Its Tony to you." He winked.

I pretended to vomit which caused him to scowl. I grinned.

- - - -

"Ma'am you must be the one Director Fury has told me about." Captain Rogers said, sitting on a hospital bed, getting monitored.

"Captain Rogers. I'm Agent ______. Please just call me _____." I smiled.

"Then call me Steve." He said.

"If you let me get out of my field... Erm... Combat?... gear into something casual... I'll show you around New York." I smiled, turning on my heal...

STEVE'S POV

When she walked through the door I was swept away.

"Captain Rogers. I'm Agent _____. Please just call me ____." She smiled.

She was beautiful. She didn't sound American. Her smiled was beautiful.

"If you let me get out of my field... Erm... Combat?... Gear into something casual... I'll show you around New York." She smiled, before leaving.

I don't understand how I am feeling this way. I love Peggy.

Though I have woken up seventy years to late to take Peggy to that dance.

- - - -

_____'s POV

I returned to his room in light blue jeans and a peach crop top that was loose and flowed.

"Steve... Are you..." I paused as I walked in on him topless.

"Sorry..." I blushed a deep red.

"Don't worry..." He said, sliding on his t-shirt.

"Ready to go?" I asked, regaining myself.

"Yes." He said.

When we exited the building he held out his arm for me to take.

"We don't hold arms like that now Captain." I smiled.

"Sorry." He said, pulling his arm away.

I took hold of his hands.

"You hold like this..." I said, clasping his hand.

"Or like this..." I said, intertwining our fingers.

Our hands fitted almost perfectly.

"I like it like this." He said, keeping our fingers intertwined.

I smiled, a light blush covering my cheeks.

... ....

"You aren't from New York City are you?" He asked.

"No." I said, absent mindedly.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

"England." I said.

"So how did you come to know Fury?" He asked.

"My Father and I came over here when I was two years old when my mother left us... He met Fury and they became partners at S.H.I.E.L.D... They were good friends when I was about fourteen... Fifteen... Fury used to come around for dinner... And Thanksgiving... Though my father and I still celebrated Christmas the English way..." I said.

"Is your father still working for S.H.I.E.L.D?" He asked.

"No..." I said.

"What happened... If you don't mind me asking." He said.

"I joined S.H.I.E.L.D when I was eighteen... Eight years ago... My father was killed in action with a new recruit he had been training while Fury took the promotion my father declined... Fury had been like an uncle to me since I was a teenager... And we were quite close... He would look after me when my father was on solo missions... He is actually a nice guy... When you get to know him... He was really scary at first... I trust him with my life and I hope he does to." I said. "Sorry, you don't want to know my life story." I said.

"I would like to know a lot more about you." He said.

I hesitated.

"I don't do relationships at work places... They can get awkward." I said.

"Not if the guy treats the woman as they deserve." He said.

"I... I don't know..." I hesitated...