⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

💝 Ѵдʟептіпе'ѕ ѕресідʟ: Road trip mission 💝

Pαιrιɴɢ: Steve Rogers X STRIKE member!Reader.
Word coυɴт:  690 words.
Sυммαry: Steve thinks you hate him, maybe you have feelings for him.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Coworkersto lovers, mention of murder, little spicy, insinuation.
A/N: This is my entry to multifandom-flash, Valentine's day card & square 1:

"Road trip romance."

And Valentine's Special 2024.

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My native language is  Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don't give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

You were laughing at what Brock was saying as you planned the next mission; however, the smile was wiped off your face when you saw Steve enter the team meeting room. Although his presence there was not unusual, this time the mission was different.

They were to go to different cities, but only one person could accompany them.

The room was filled with murmurs as Steve explained the situation; however, you were ignoring everything he said; the whole team knew it was not to your liking.

"Y/N can go with you," Jack proposed with derision.

"I don't..."

"I think it's perfect; I think Y/N has everything he needs for the mission," Steve said.

After a few minutes, everyone's attention was focused on the map, with the red marks indicating the places where the enemies had attacked. You were standing in a corner, analyzing the information.

Steve approached you and handed you a folder with other details of the mission. "We need to follow them closely. I think they might be heading south, but I'm not entirely sure. I want you to lead this operation.

"I understand. We will find them," you replied.

You would leave the next day; you couldn't deny that you were surprised that Steve didn't want to be the leader of the mission as usual.

You arrived ten minutes before the time Steve had indicated, but he was already there. Without saying a word, he extended his hand to give you the keys to the vehicle. You looked at him with a little distrust and took them. He went to the passenger seat.

You had gone about five hours without saying a word. Why was Steve so complicated and easy to hate?

Sometimes you would pass on the songs; maybe you should ask him if he liked the music you were listening to. No, you would rather murder Jack when you come back; you would get revenge for getting into this mess.

"Why do you hate me?" Steve asked, breaking the silence you had had for almost eight hours.

"I don't hate you; I just don't like you," you answered without taking your eyes off the road. Steve raised an eyebrow. "You're very bossy, even more than Brock."

"Just because of that?"

"Maybe. "

"I like you."

You were silent again for another couple of hours.

Steve noticed your expression of concentration and discomfort and smiled. "Have you ever taken a road trip just for the pleasure of it?"

You shrugged. "I've never had the time for it. There's always a mission, always something to do."

"Well, maybe we should change that. After this mission, we could take some time to enjoy the road. What do you say?"

You smiled. "No. "

Steve kept his smile; he was absolutely sure it would change your mind.

Finally, you arrived at the last known location of the enemies. You didn't even have time to prepare or carry out the plan as you were immediately attacked, yet you managed to make the mission a success.

When you realized you had won, Steve took your face in his hands and kissed you. After a few seconds, you separated, looked at each other, and now you kissed him.

"Well, leader, how do you like the idea of a road trip now?"

"Okay, it's a plan. But first, we should rest and take the report. And of course, celebrate that the mission was a success." You changed your tone of voice a little, hoping that Steve had understood what you meant.

"I saw a small hotel on the way; we could stop there," he said.

"I hope there are rooms available," you commented with a mischievous smile.

"I think one is enough for us; I hope you don't mind sharing a bed." Steve tried to sound innocent.

"Maybe we'll have a lot of fun."

You got into the car; this time he would drive; you settled in the passenger seat; and as you drove, you looked at the stars. After all, what you felt for Steve wasn't hate, and you were going to make sure you had a good time before heading back.