Marvel One Shots

Steve x Faye

***This chapter contains light fluff, enjoy***

"What the HELL were you doing out there?! You could have blown the entire mission!" Fury yells walking into the meeting room. His black trench coat fluttering behind him

"Listen Patchy, I was getting info. Shouldn't we be celebrating that we know where HALF their hide outs are?" I ask leaning back in my chair

"You do NOT leave any trace on missions Agent Russo!" He scowls at me. Sooooo scary (note the sarcasm)

"All I wrote was 'Thanks:)'. They don't know who did it." I thought it was kinda funny honestly. I stand up to exit as arguing with Patchy is like talking to a wall. Fury grabs my upper arm as I pass him

"Oh they know. And they're probably relocating as. we. speak." He let's go of my arm freeing me. I roll my eyes and head out the door. "You're off field assignments for three months." I whip around and face him with shock and anger on my face. I feel my body temperature rise as anger boils within me

"Three months?!" I near shout, baffled. He can't do that!

"Or." He holds his finger up to halt me from speaking. A hint of evil flashes across his face. "You can be off field assignments for one month BUT have to train with Cap." I groan and cross my arms over my chest

I can NOT be off the field for three months but I HATE Captain Sparkles. One month of no missions but being trapped in a gym with Steroids McGee and go on missions? I pray to Odin that nothing big will happen during that month. I guess it wouldn't kill me...

I pause before sighing heavily. "When do we start.." I glare at Fury

"In 10." An annoying familiar voice speaks up from the other doorway. I look over at Captain Sparkles himself. In his spangly outfit to top it off. He looked from me to Fury before leaving the room

I groan and head to my room on the helicarrier to put on black capri joggers and a blue tank top. After I slid on my black track shoes I headed for the gym and put my dirty blonde hair up in a ponytail. I walked into the gym area to find Sparkles, now in grey sweats and a VERY tight blue t-shirt, dragging a punching bag to the hook to hang it. Great..

"Let's get this over with.." I sigh and walk near him wrapping my hands in boxing tape. Then I start going at it on my punching bag. I never knew how much I liked training. It freed my mind, I could let lose, plus it's great for getting better in the field. I zoned out for a good 5-10 minutes before I realized Sparkles was standing next to me, arms crossed, staring at me. I tried to ignore him but caved in after a few minutes

"Can I help you?" I ask, huffing and turning to look at him annoyed

"Fix your stance." He instructs. No emotion what so ever

"My stance is fine." I retaliate

"Then why are you already exhausted? Checking me out or something?" He shoots back almost immediately with a small smirk. He really knows how to tick me off. I notice my labored breathing and try to cover it up. "Like this." He stands, doing the professional boxing pose. I roll my eyes and mimic him hoping he leaves me alone if I do so. He didn't. He watched me punch for a few more minutes before I stopped again, less exhausted than my first round

"Could you not? That'd be great." I snap. He stares at me

"I don't like it any more than you do cupcake." He stares at me. He tends to call me stupid names like that because he knows it bothers me. I glare at him

"Sure seems you like watching me. You get off to this or something?" I scoff and walk away

~Week Three~

"Don't EVER touch me." My voice drips with venom. He tried physically fixing my stance while on the treadmill. 'Shoulders back, head straight, blah blah blah. I'm Captain America look at my shield' I mock his voice in my head. But, and this kills me to say this, he has grown on me. Only a little bit

He raises a brow at me before going to grab my arm to stop me from leaving. I swing my arm down pushing his away. Too bad he doesn't budge. He's like a damn boulder. Does he think I'm joking? He continues to try and grab me and I punch or dodge him. Somehow it turned into combat fighting. That must have been his plan all along. Oh well, now I can say I've punched Captain America in his perfect teeth

We were spinning, punching, kicking, jumping, taking low blows, high blows, you name it. He never once tried to take me down with a low blow, or even a boob punch. Why not just take me down quickly? He got my wrist and twisted it behind my back as I turned to face him, which was a mistake. Now I wasn't only forced to look at him, but our bodies were pressed together as he held my twisted wrist behind my back. He wrapped his other arm around me, securing me in place. I groan and try to get out of his grip. Damn this super soldier bullshit

"Let me go!" I near yell and wiggle, trying to free myself from him. I couldn't stand being this close to him and his perfect body.

Um, what was that brain?

"Come on sweetie, say it." He cocks a perfect brow at me with a smirk

"Never.." I groan, still wiggling to escape but failing

"I'm not letting go until you say it sugar." He smirks again, a hint of amusement in his voice. Why does he always call me something new?

"God dammit Sparkles let me go.." I stop wiggling and stare at him. He stares back with something unfamiliar in his eyes

"I've always wondered about you Agent Faye." He starts off. I roll my eyes

"Don't tell me you're catching feelings for me Captain." I scoff

"Wouldn't dream of it honey.." He sighs. Wait a minute. How long have we been eyeing each other up? When did I stop being so tense and trying to get free from his grip? Why am I comfortable right now? He chuckles, realizing the situation

"I hate you." I huff trying to change the subject

Then, he does the unexpected. He seals the space between us by pressing his lips to mine. His soft warm lips almost made me melt. To my own shock, I kissed him back. Why? I hate him! Don't I? His stupid perfect hair, dumb gorgeous face, wonderful body... Stop! This wouldn't work out even if I wanted it to. We'd always be worried about each other on missions. I can't, can I? To my disappointment, he slowly pulled away from the intense kiss only to smirk down at me

"I hate you too doll face." He let's go of me and I step away, awe struck

Who would have guessed I'd miss his lips on mine. I look from the floor to him with a hunger in my eyes. He smirks and motions with one of his hands to 'bring it on'. I smirk shaking my head and run at him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. This time, he's shocked as I grab his head in my hands and force my lips to his again, but I feel him smirk after a moment, kissing back. He places his hands on my mid back, holding me closer. I was overwhelmed with.. Good feelings towards this man. Feelings I didn't even know I had till now. I never want them to stop. I never want this make out session to stop. I want Steve. I want all of him

"See you tomorrow Sparkles.." I breathe out and jump away from him with a smirk. As I head out the gym I hear him chuckle.