Avengers One Shots & Preferences (COMPLETED FOR NOW)

Steve ~ Dinner Gone Wrong

"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE IN THE DINING HALL!"

In came the tidal wave of heroes.

"Where's the danger??"

Steve was at your side in seconds.

"Calm down Cap, dinners ready."

He physically relaxed, taking a seat in between Bruce and Thor.

The few Avengers who were nice to him.

You sat opposite him in the table, dishing up.

"Thank you for dinner Lady Y/N!"

Thor was happily eating away.

You blushed at his comment, watching as Steve's fist clenched around his fork.

"Once again, calm down Steve."

"Yeah Capsicle, calm down!" "We can feel the sexual tension in the air already."

You glared at Tony as he flicked a piece of broccoli at Steve.

Steve kept a cool facade, ignoring his comment.

What sexual tension? There is none!

You threw a forkful of pasta at Tony, who returned his own forkful.

Sadly, his aim was off and it hit Clint.

Thus a food battle began.

You ducked under the table as Tash hurled her spoon through the air at Clint, joining Steve.

"Not one for food fights huh?"

The table was high enough that you could sit up straight, so you sat cross legged beside Steve.

"Not really."

He smiled and leaned back as someone knife fell off the table, narrowly dodging Steve's foot.

He shuffled closer to you to avoid the onslaught of food.

"There's goes my prepared dinner."

You huffed, turning your head to see Loki using his magic to fling spoonfuls of sauce at Thor.

Steve patted your thigh, making you freeze.

"I liked your cooking."

No one dared touch you unless you allowed it.

Steve noticed your ridged stance.

"What did I do?"

"Don't touch me."

"Okay, sorry."

He apologized for everything.

When he bumped into you and caused you to drop your book, he apologized.

Such a gentleman.

If only Tony could pick up a few things from him.

The food fight began to cease as the food ran out, leaving you two hiding in silence.

No doubt Tony would be waiting to ambush you.

"Think it's clear?"

"Maybe."

You crawled to the edge of the table, wearily glancing around.

"All clear."

Steve came out behind you, standing and examining the scene.

"Jarvis, do you have a cleaning program?"

The robot replied with a yes, as copy's of Tonys iron man suit came out with cleaning brushes and chemicals.

"Good enough."

You hesitantly rounded the corner, only to receive a face full of mince.

Tony was laughing his ass off.

"Thanks Stark, thanks very much."

Steve came over to help, but you were already walking away to your room.

You shut your door behind you, heading straight for your bathroom.

Once you no longer smelt like a giant meatball, you reached for a towel.

Except there wasn't one.

"Gosh darn it..."

You left the steamy bathroom, grabbing a towel.

Before you could wrap yourself in it, your door opened.

"Y/N?"

The steam cleared and you shrieked.

Steve was standing in your doorway.

"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!"

He blushed heavily, covering his eyes and turning around.

"Sorry, sorry."

You were blushing madly, snatching a hoodie and jeans, drying and changing quickly.

You snapped your fingers and Steve turned around again.

"I'm really sorry Y/N-"

"What did you want?"

You carried on like nothing happened.

"Well, I just wanted to apologize for Tony's childish behavior..."

You nodded.

"Thanks, you can go now."

It was becoming quite hard not to pounce on Steve, especially after he HAD just seen you naked.

"Right, sorry."

He went to shuffle out of the room, but changed his mind, turning back.

You were bent over picking up your towel from the floor, your butt in his clear view.

For a gentleman, he certainly liked to let his gaze linger.

"I'm sorry did you need something?"

You stood straight and hung up your towel back on its rack in the bathroom.

When you returned, Steve rushed at you.

Needless to say, he certainly wasn't a gentleman that night.

*awkward cough*
I have no idea where this idea came from, nor do I like it. I think it's my worst one yet... I'll do another t make up for this horrible one I swear 😂

Stay Avenged xx