Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers- Cat

(Requested by satanic_frogs )

"(C/n)!" You hiss up at your cat, rubbing your shoulders to try and warm yourself up. Coming outside at 6 am in nothing more than a tank top and short wasn't really good plan. You even forgot to wear your slippers. "Please come down?"

You cat meows pathetically, clawing at the air.

"Come on! It's freezing and my butt is numb-"

"Excuse me, m'am?"

You gasp at the sudden voice and turn, eyes widening as you realize who it is standing in front of you at 6am wearing nothing but sweatpants.

"You're that- I mean, uh, yes?" You laugh nervously, bouncing on one foot as your toes go numb.

He smiles, looking at to the tree behind you and he points. "That your cat?"

You nod, turning and sticking your tongue out at her/him. "Yeah. (C/n) kinda hates me at the moment for getting her/him the wrong brand of food,"

She/he hisses, her/his tongue poking between her/his teeth as she/he sneers.

You scoff, giving a halfhearted glare at your cat. "Listen here, you little ball of fur. I will take away all of your toys for a week if you don't get down right now!" You jump when Captain America laughs, and you grin sheepishly. "Uh, sorry for that?"

He smiles crookedly, resting his hands on his hips and you force yourself not to stare. "Don't worry about it, m'am."

"(Y/n),"

"(Y/n)," he repeats, holding out his hand and shakes yours firmly. "How about I get, (C/n), was it? Down so you can go inside? Your hands are almost blue."

You nod gratefully, stepping back as he walks to the tree and scales it easily, grabbing (C/n) and placing her/him in your arms gently.

"Thank you," You say, kissing (C/n)'s head and blush when you look up to Steve's eyes lingering your face. "Captain Rogers,"

"Please, call me Steve." He takes out a note pad from his pocket, writing something down and rips out the page. You take it, seeing an email scrawling in neat writing saying CaptainAmericarocks123@gmail.com. When he sees your amused grin, his cheeks tint pink and oh my gosh you just made Captain America blush. "My friend made me the email."

"Mhm," You tuck the page into your shorts and wave as he jogs off, watching him as he goes. At the corner, he pauses, turns around, laughs for a second and continues.