AVENGERS PREFERENCES AND ONE-SHOTS

18- Steve 》Cooking

You heard an unfamiliar voice in the kitchen, it was singing. You decided to investigate, you'd never heard anyone in the tower that could sing like that.

You stood near the door frame and realised who it was, by the familiar tinge of his speaking voice and the fact that he was singing his favourite Frank Sinatra song.

"Steve?" You whispered as you walked into the kitchen.

He looked up to you quickly, dropping the flour bag in surprise.

"Oh my god." You scurried over to the mess on the floor, leaning over to pick it up.

His head knocked against yours, coursing with pain as you stood up straight.

"I'm so s-sorry. " he stuttered out with red cheeks.

You rubbed your head but smiled anyway and laughed lightly. "It's fine, Steve."

"I'll get it." He leaned back down and so did you, scooping the remainder of the flour into the bag.

"I really like, uh... your voice. I mean when you sing. Wait, not that you don't sound good anyway. Oh I'm just gonna shut up now." Your face and neck heated up.

When you had finished cleaning, you both stood up and you didn't look at his face.

"Thanks, (y/n)." He smiled brightly at you.

You laughed nervously and turned away, completely dumbfounded that you'd managed to be so stupid in front of him.

"Hey, do you wanna help me make pizza?" He asked over your shoulder

No no no no no "I, uh, sure."

You wanted to, but you didn't. You liked him a lot and you were sure that he was friend zoning you.

"Cool." You started to help him take out ingredients and equipment before starting to make the dough.

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"No not kilograms! It's pounds!" You laughed as Steve started to fix the measurement.

He was blushing as he stumbled passed you to put it away.

Not before spilling the flour on you. "Steve!"

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. I just, I'm so clumsy." He grabbed a cloth and started to wipe it off your top.

"Steve." You said uncomfortably.

"I know, I'm an idiot, I didn't-"

"Steve. Your hands on my..."

He stopped immediately and dropped the cloth. "Oh. My. God."

He back away and covered his face. He sighed and looked at you through his fingers.

"I'm so ridiculously sorry."

You only chuckled "It's really, it's fine." You were just as red as he was though.

"I just get so nervous around you (y/n)."

"I do as well Steve."

"No you don't understand- wait what?"

"I get nervous around you." You admitted "because, because... I like you. A lot, I guess."

"You." He pointed at you "Like me?"

You nodded slowly "I'm sorry if that's not-"

"I like you, I thought you'd never feel the same." He was astonished and beyond surprised.

You smiled and left a kiss on his cheek "I guess we both were wrong."

"I guess so." He smiled like a fool, bringing his hands up to the place you had kissed him.

"Let's finish making pizza Steve, just try not to grope me this time."

He looked away and blushed "Yeah, let's make pizza."

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A/n

Idk about this. Send me preferences and one shot ideas please, I'll give yall credit.

I also really hate this part so yeah. Just strongly dislike it a lot.

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