Avenger Imagines

The Tailor - Steve Rogers x Reader

{ The difference between Captain's first suit to now is amazing... }

"And then, I was like, you know what, Johan? I don't love you anymore." You rolled your eyes, tapping your nails along the table. "Anyways, thanks Y\N, I would die if this coat wasn't fixed."

"Sure." You muttered, glad she had finally left you alone. Sure, she wasn't a great talker but the women was skilled in makeup and undercover clothes. Deciding to play a game on your phone, you swung your feet on top of the counter and leaned back in the chair.

"Steve, please. If you walked into an antique store, the owner would keep you." You could hear Natasha sass, you giggled a bit yourself. "Y\N!" Natasha yelled, you stood up and leaned over the counter.

"Hello, Natasha." You greeted, she smiled. "What do you have for me now? The catsuit ripped? I hope not, I worked long on that suit." Natasha shook her head, you had now notice that the blonde poking at stuff across the room was Steve Rogers.

"Steve here needs a new suit." She placed the old one on the counter and you examined it. "Steve come here." Steve walked over and smiled a bit. "Y/N, here, is the best at this stuff. She made my suit and Clint's." You were still looking over the suit but managed to wave her off.

"Don't talk like that, you make me blush." You muttered before setting down the suit. "What the hell were you wearing to war, Pajamas?" Natasha smirked. "I'm surprised that this lasted as long as it did, sheesh, I would of thought that you were gonna take a nap in the middle of the war zone." You shook your head in shame.

"H-hey, it's not my fault completely." Steve said, you rolled your eyes and folded the suit up again.

"Can you work your magic or is good o' Cap gonna be stuck in pajamas?" Natasha teased, you laughed.

"Nah, I should make be able to make him more captain, less sleepy." Picking up a pen, you started to take some notes down on a notepad. "I'm guessing it's stays red, white and blue for the Americans ways. The star on the chest stays, those boots got to go and so does that crappy hat." You looked Steve up and down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, you turned a little pink.

"Well, it's just that... Well." You looked at his waist, Natasha chuckled and Steve got flustered. "Wait no, I don't mean... that, I mean like are the measurements the same... 'cause you have a princess waist and I don't need the suit to be tight in some... Places... Ya' know..." You hid your red face behind the notepad.

"Oh this is so getting sent to Clint." Natasha laughed, typing away on her phone.

"UM, yeah the suit was fine.. It was fine." Steve finally said, you finished up the notes and put two thumbs up.

"Thrn, I'll just text... Natasha when it's done. Okay. Bye." You grabbed the suit, notepad and dignity, then jogged to the back room.

"Don't send that to, Clint." Steve said.

"Too late, he has already alerted the nest." Natasha laughed.

"Can we just go?"

"After you, your highness." Natasha said in a mock voice.

{ Part Two? Part Two.}