Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers- Fight

[Requested on Tumblr]

"Please?"

"No."

"But Steve-"

"The answer is no, (y/n)"

You huff. "So you want me to be some wimpy girl who gets her hair done and a manicure while you're out there saving the world?"

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head in thought. "Actually, yes. Then you'd be safe."

"I'd be lonely and bored," You counter, crossing your arms angrily. "And you know what happens when people get bored and lonely, Steve?"

"(Y/n)," He stands, setting the weight onto the bench and places his hands on your shoulders. "I just don't want you to get hurt. And joining the Avengers would mean you'd constantly be in danger and I'm not okay with that-"

"But I am!" You smack his hands away and glare. "I'm my own person. I can do whatever I want."

Steve tries to apologize but you shake your head and storm out of the room.

It's been a few weeks since the fight with Steve in the gym. Sure, you've made up, but you keep your distance to train with Natasha and Clint in secret.

You've made major progress, coming close to pinning Natasha to the ground but she'd eventually over power you and send you flying into the mat.

Like now, for instance. You've got Natasha in a choke hold, but she elbows you in the stomach and flips you onto the floor.

You groan, taking her outstretched hand and jump to your feet.

"Choke holds are a death trap," Natasha says cooly, walking over to her water and takes a drink. "For both the target and attacker."

You nod. "Gotcha,"

"You lack in strength," She goes on. "But you can make it for it with your speed-"

"What is going on here?"

You turn in surprise, eyes widening when you see Steve standing there with a frown edged into his features.

"We're just messing around," Natasha is quick to your rescues, stepping up next to you and smiles innocently. "Something wrong?"

"You're training her, aren't you?"

Natasha's smile widens. "Training her? Why would I do that?"

Steve sighs in agitation. "Look, Natasha, if you're training (Y/n), just tell me."

"I'm not-"

"Yes," You interrupt, shrinking under Steve's gaze. "She is."

He slowly turns red, shoulders tensing as he speaks. "I specifically told you I don't want you to fight!"

"And I told you that I can do whatever I want because I am-"

"I'm just gonna.." Natasha shuffles out of the room, grabbing Clint who had mysteriously appeared by the door and leaves.

"Look, (Y/n). I just don't want you to get hurt."

You roll your eyes. "I won't get hurt if I know what I'm doing, Steve."

He sighs in defeat, holding up his hands and smiles. "Fine, you win."