Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers- Class

(Requested by stevetastic )

Thor and Steve jostle into the classroom ten minutes late, greeting the teacher with wide, goofy smiles and sit down like they hadn't just interrupted the lesson.

But the teacher goes on and you huff. Leave it to Mr. Wendon to let all the jocks slide, while the rest of the class gets yelled at and receives a pink slip for speaking out of turn.

As the bell rings and the room clears, you collect your books and head towards the door, almost colliding with Steve Rogers himself. You refrain yourself from rolling your eyes as Thor wiggles his eyebrows.

"Whoa, sorry, uh..?"

"I've gotta get to class," You say, stepping around him and exit the room without looking back.

"I believe the term appropriate for this situation is, you just got burned!" Thor cackles as Steve glowers at him.

"I told you not to shove me, you jerk," Steve pushes his friend out of the classroom, giving him a see-you-later-dickhead look and struts into his next class. When he sees you in the back of the room, he grins and drops his books on the desk next to you, your head shoot up as he sits down. "I don't believe we've formally met. I'm Steve Rogers."

You snort, moving you (h/c) hair to the other side of your shoulder and continue on the assignment. "Yeah. I know who you are,"

Steve's eyebrows raise slightly at your attitude, but he brushes it off and puts on the smile that never fails to make a girl blush. But you don't even blink and the smile falters.

He clears his throat, frowning at your because this has never happened before. Girls always grab the chance they have to talk to him. So what aren't you? "So, what's your name?"

"Bambi," He laughs at the seriousness in your tone, but it dies down when your eyes narrow.

"Wait, you're kidding, right?"

You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. "Of course I'm kidding. What do you think I am, a stripper?"

A quiet chuckle comes from behind, and Steve looks up to see Loki, Thor's adopted brother, sitting behind him. "Smooth, Rogers. Like a knife."

"Whatever, Laufeyson. This conversation has nothing to do with you."

"Conversation?" You turn the page in your book swiftly. "Is that was that was?"

"Well, yeah, I mean-"

"Cause it seemed to me like a crappy way of trying to get me to fawn over you just like every other girl here."

Loki leans forward in his chair, whispers, "Burn," and leans back with a smug smirk.

"Miss (L/n), Mr. Rogers, Mr. Laufeyson. Is there something particularly interesting about today's lesson you would like to share with the class?" The teacher snaps, pointed glasses sitting on the edge of her long nose.

"No, m'am," Steve smiles and she nods stiffly, lips pursing as she keeps from grinning.

"Get to work,"

"Yes m'am," Steve turns to you and opens his mouth, but pauses when he notices you silently glaring at him.

"Don't even think about it, Rogers."