Scene: He catches you singing in the shower.
"Gross." You muttered as you walked into your apartment you shared with Steve. Even though he was a superhero, he was bad at super simple stuff. Like cleaning, for example.
"Honey!" You shouted out as you stepped over a dirty pair of pants covered in ash. You heard a fainted "What?" from his bedroom. "When did you decide to be a chimney sweep? I know Mary Poppins was exciting and all..." He exited his bedroom and smiled at you. "Ha ha. So funny. How was work today?" He sat down beside you as you plopped on the couch.
"Well, the new initiate is definitely well-trained. He has a knack for sweeping people off of their feet." You rubbed your neck in remembrance. Steve chuckled. "I told you training them was hard. But you're doing all for the better. We can't have just anyone on the Avengers team." Yep, that was your job: to train the new Avengers initiates.
You were an ex-assassin, and were in the same training organization as Nat, only a year younger. That, and you were a good friend of Fury's, so he gave you the job. You didn't know he was setting you up for one of the hardest jobs of your life.
Steve rubbed your shoulders as you sighed and rubbed your face. "A lot of them also don't respect me because I'm younger than them. They just think that as long as they can beat me in the ring that they're better than me."
Steve frowned in concern. "If you want me to, I'll give them a talk-" You smiled at his caring offer. "No. They don't want an old man rattling off to them." He chuckled and stood up, putting his hands up.
"Again, make fun of the elder. You and Nat are spending too much time together." You stood up too, smirking at him. "Oh, you should hear the things we talk about. Especially when you're not around." And with that, you left him gaping and confused as you walked to go wash off the day's grime.
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"Yeah.
When I get chills at night,
I feel it deep inside without you, yeah.
Know how to satisfy,
Keeping that tempo right without you, yeah."
You were scrubbing your hair with vanilla-scented shampoo as you sang.
"Pictures in my mind on replay.
I'm gonna touch the pain away.
I know how to scream my own name,
Scream my name."
You grabbed the shower head off its hook to use as a microphone.
"Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else!
Hey!
Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else!
I love me!
Can't help myself, no, I don't need anybody else!
Anytime, day or night!
I love me!"
Steve was sitting in his bedroom that connected to yours through the adjoining bathroom. He was going over files for upcoming missions when he heard your faint singing.
"I didn't know (Y/N) sang." He thought aloud. He walked over to the bathroom door to listen better.
"I'll take it nice and slow,
Feeling good on my own without you, yeah.
Got me speaking in tongues.
The beautiful, it comes without you, yeah."
He was honestly amazed. He leaned in more.
"I'm gonna put my body first,
And love me so hard 'til it hurts.
I know how to scream out the words,
Scream the words!"
You had already finished and gotten out of the shower, but Steve didn't know that. You stopped singing, so Steve leaned fully on the door in case you were just singing quietly.
That's when you opened the door and Steve came tumbling in. "Aah! What in the world, Steve?" He looked up at you, his cheeks as red as a cherry. "I'm sorry. It's just, you have a really pretty voice. I didn't know you sang."
You were blushing now as well. "I don't really sing. It's embarrassing when people hear me." Steve had already gotten up and hugged you in your Supernatural T-shirt and sweats. "You can sing all you want for me."
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