𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

gorgeous- steve

There were few words to describe your relationship with Steve Rogers. None more fitting than the one that spun through your head like a mantra of submission; forbidden. Steve Rogers and every inch of his godlike beauty was forbidden, off-limits, unobtainable. You could have any one of your brother's friends, except for one which only made you want him more because there was nothing you hated more than what you couldn't have.

"You could be a little more subtle with that," Bucky noted as he pulled up a barstool to take a seat next to you at the bar, lips mimicking the smirk that danced on yours.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you mused in return, eyes lingering on the super-soldier as he took a slow sip from the drink in his hand, muscles flexing under the restraint of his dress shirt, your breath falling short at the addictive sight.

"Hmm," Bucky hummed, ordering a drink of his own with a silent hand gesture as you spared him a glance.

"I didn't think it was possible," you began, shaking your head when he scoffed at your mesmerized state. "I've met handsome men before, hell, I've even dated a few, but it's criminal for one man to look like that and even more so that my brother has deemed him unfit for my pursuits."

"And you comply to Tony's commands now?" he scoffed, nodding to thank the bartender as he placed his drink in front of him.

"I should," you smiled, allowing your eyes to drift back to their favourite focus point. "But I can hardly be expected to fight the way he makes me feel, can I?" you mused, and Bucky shook his head. "He's so gorgeous, it actually hurts."

"This isn't a conversation I thought I would be having, but alright," he began and tugged at your stool to turn you around to face him, a small gasp sifting through your lips as you looked up at him in surprise. "Whiskey and ice," he offered as if you'd know exactly what he meant, your furrowed brows telling him that you didn't. "Steve's glass is empty, why not change that," he explained, and you scoffed.

"I have no intention of going over to him, Buck," you informed him with a shake of your head. "I talk a big game, but you know damn well that I won't be able to even look him in the face if I were in front of him."

"You cannot keep ogling over him from the other side of the room, Y/n, it's sad," he stated and pulled you from your seat so that the both of you were standing, one hand helping you steady yourself as the other placed his untouched drink in your hand. "You and I both know that Steve is just as taken with you as you are with him, but if neither of you works up the nerve to do something about it, you'll be pining from a distance forever."

"Bucky-" you gasped as he went a step further by gently pushing you forward, smirking as he nodded towards Steve who was just ending a conversation with Tony, excusing himself to head towards the bar.

"Be brave, hmm, get your man," Bucky commanded from beside you before dismissing himself, patting Steve's shoulder in the passing.

"Y/n," Steve beamed as he stilled in front of you, your attention too lost in the oceans of blue that crashed in his eyes to notice his own nervous behaviour. "You look lovely," he noted, shifting his gaze over your body in a less than subtle attempt to take it all in, respectfully averting his focus back to your face when he caught himself.

"Thank you," you breathed, swallowing slowly as you held your hand out to offer him the drink. "Whiskey and ice," you explained unprompted, cringing as he nodded, mistaking his smile for discomfort. "What I meant to say was, I have an extra drink if you'd want it."

"I was just about to come to get another, it's like you were sent to me," he mused, gentle hand brushing against yours in a moment that could've lasted forever as an electric-like spark tickled through your nerves at the feeling of his skin against yours. You felt your cheeks warm up when your eyes locked, a sort of unspoken conversation being had as you wondered if that slight, almost nonexistent touch set his body ablaze too.

"I should go," you sighed, hurriedly looking away as you noticed Tony stumbling towards you.

"You sure? Haven't gotten to talk to you all night, it's almost like you're avoiding me," he offered and though you'd have picked on it sooner, had you not been trying to escape, you completely missed the shy smirk that adorned his lips. "Like you've been talking to everyone else but me," he added and this time you would've had to be deprived of any senses to not realize how his tone had dropped.

"I'm not," you defended, shaking your head as Tony draped an arm around you from the side, your focus shifting as he remained laughing from the conversation he just left.

"Are you having them pour you out the whole bar, Cap," he mused, and Steve scoffed, making sure your gaze was still on him as he moved his hand into his pants' pocket.

"Got a little distracted, is all," he replied far too calmly, and Tony watched with intense interest as his friend brought the Whiskey glass to his lips, not looking away for even a second as the liquid flowed into his mouth, burning his throat as you mimicked his slow swallow.

"I was just leaving."

"Everything alright?" Tony asked as if he was completely clueless to the obvious tension between the two of you.

"Perfectly fine, just a little hot in here," you lied, and Tony nodded, suspiciously watching you make a quick exit out of the living room and though you didn't see it, Bucky was already shifting to follow you, pausing only when he saw Steve doing the exact same, placing his glass down on his way out.

You were halfway to your room when you noticed someone's steps behind you, assuming them to be those of your friend, you continued your staggered path, pulling at your clothes in the process as you did in fact feel your body burn from both embarrassment and misplaced emotion you couldn't act on, a notion that the super-soldier shared.

Tony's reasoning, though always unwanted, was never wrong. Steve was like family, all of the Avengers were and it would be selfish to jeopardize that or to ruin the entire dynamic of the team. However, what Tony and his logic failed to consider was that the feelings you had for Steve, no matter how ill-advised, were utterly and completely illogical.

Steve paused at your open door, wanting to consider the consequences of going in, of talking to you. He always had to, but something about the way you were acting tonight, about the way you were watching him, he knew as well as you did that any further attempts to hide your mutual infatuation would be completely futile.

His knuckles scraped the door lightly, the party from downstairs almost drowning the sound out completely, but you heard it somehow, turning away from the window which you had settled to stare out of, heart jumping when you realized who was looking back at you.

"You followed me?" you breathed, Steve offering you a little nod as a reply. "You must think me such a fool, I have surely been acting like one," you scoffed, arms folding over your chest as he walked into the room.

"I've not exactly been acting any better," he admitted and the soft laugh rushing past his lips prompted a shiver to run down your spine.

"It's infuriating, the way I feel when I'm around you," you nearly whispered, not sure if you wanted him to truly hear the words, the raise of his brow indicating that he did. "I feel like I might sink and drown and die."

"A feeling that I'm remarkably familiar with," his steps were slow, minuscule, but they led him closer to you nonetheless, a sparkle in his eyes as he came face to face with you. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that Tony told you the same thing that he told me?" he asked and you nodded, almost rolling your eyes at the revelation of Tony's actions. "I believe myself to be quite smitten with you, Y/n, and though I might regret it in the future, I find myself about ready to throw caution to the wind any second now and kiss you. Would you want that?"

"You've no idea, how badly," your voice was small, the closeness of his body to yours being almost suffocating. Steve took a final step towards you, soft fingers brushing stray strands of hair behind your ear before ever so gently falling to the nape of your neck, your hands on his chest as your breaths mingled. Heat spread through your body as your noses brushed, a small smirk lacing his lips as he looked at you.

"You are gorgeous, Y/n," he whispered against your lips and the comment faded into space as he kissed you; nimbly, heavenly, addictively.