Avengers Imagines Book

I (Don't) Hate You

Another request from the fabulous @Lalelu10001-this time we've got a Steve one! I hope you (and everyone else) like it!

Working with the Avengers was a dream come true. After finding out you had fire based powers, you were scared the government was going to kidnap you and run experiments on you.

Instead, the cooler part of the government showed up and introduced themselves as SHIELD. They wanted to keep Earth safe, and to do that, they needed people with extraordinary skillsets. That's where you came in.

Being honest, it was awesome. You loved being around people who weren't scared of you or creepily fascinated. Most of the time, you were treated like any regular old person on the street. Nothing was weird to these already weird people. It was fantastic.

Well, most of it was fantastic.

"Damn it, (Y/l/n), I told you to wait for my signal," Captain I'm-So-Great scolded.

You just rolled your eyes. "You were taking too long. From my vantage point, I could see the situation was a lot more dire and took matters into my own hands."

"And because of that, you almost got killed! You almost got others on the team killed! Just because it worked out this time, doesn't mean it'll always work out!" he yelled at you.

You threw your hands up. "Everyone's fine, Rogers! You're making this shit more dramatic than it needs to be just because your ego is a little bruised."

His jaw dropped. "My ego? You can't even follow simple orders because yours is blocking your common sense from being used!"

Off to the side, Wanda and Sam leaned against a wall with their arms crossed and heads tilted, watching the argument unfold.

"We should do something to stop them," Wanda said.

She started to move off of the way, but Sam moved a hand to stop her. "Don't you dare, this shit is entertaining. They don't make shows half as good as this."

You and Steve were getting closer and physically yelling in each other's faces. Unfortunately for Sam, Tony came into the room and pushed the two of you apart.

"All right, all right! Settle down!" he yelled over you guys. Finally, you two stopped yelling at each other.

Everything about being an Avenger was fantastic. Many places gave you a discount, some even refused to let you pay for anything! Plus, you saved lives. That was the most impressive part.

But Captain Steve "Goody-Two-Shoes" Rogers made it hard not to hate the job some days. He was an overbearing son of a bitch who had no idea how to let go of his hard grip on control. Sometimes, others knew better than him, but he refused to accept it.

You often ended up ranting to Wanda about how much you hated Rogers.

"Seriously, Wanda, I have yet to see this amazing piece of history everyone keeps talking about. Which sucks, because he's son fucking hot but when his mouth opens it's like everything in me dies. Like instantly."

Wanda rolled her eyes and played with the pillow she picked up from where she was sitting on your bed. You were pacing around in front of her, particularly mad about the latest mission.

"Plus, he doesn't respect me or my powers. I know I'm not perfect, and I still need to train to truly get the full potential, but it's not like I don't know how to control them at all! Hell, I'm not going to see the entire forest on fire. I know what I'm doing."

You looked over at Wanda. She was mindlessly nodding along while the picked at a string on your pillow.

"Hey," you said. She looked up and gave an apologetic smile. "I just... I want him to respect me."