Avenger Imagines

The Tailor p2 - Steve Rogers x Reader

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"Y/N?" Steve asked, you popped up from behind the counter.

It's been one week since you've been asked to remake Captain America's suit.

And that's all you've done, working night and day.

"Steve." You smiled, pulling out a box and handing it to him. "There's a fitting room over there, I wouldn't want you to take it and be uncomfortable in it."

"I'm sure you did a wonderful job." Steve commented before going to change. Oddly enough, he took over ten minutes. You decided to scroll on your phone, Natasha ended up walking in also at one point.

"Y\N." Natasha greeted, you waved. "Where's Steve?"

"Putting on his costume... Still. Sheesh, is he going to war or to a beauty pageant?" Just as you finished speaking, you heard a awkward cough.

"Um, Y\N, we've got in a issue." Steve said in a shaky voice.

"Well, come on out so I can fix it."

"I doubt that-"

"You doubt me, Steve!?"

"No, no, it's just..."

"Steve come out." You said in a singsong voice, sitting on the counter, Natasha stood next to you.

"I... But... Fine." Steve walked out of the room and you squeaked.

More like looked over and found a certain place that was a bit too tight, yelped, covered your eyes and muttered an apology. Steve was already red, using a box for further coverage and Natasha walked out in defeat.

"Steve! Why didn't you tell me?" You shook you head with your hands still covering your face.

"In my defense, I did!"

"But you didn't tell me it was... There." You sighed, Steve rushed in and changed. Finding yourself again, you made a few adjustments to the notepad regarding the suit. Steve placed it on the counter, his ears still tinted pink and a mis-fixed collar.

"Tomorrow. I'll have it fixed by tomorrow." You said, Steve coughed awkwardly.

"Can we never speak of that again?" Steve asked, you leaned over and fixed his collar before tapping his nose.

"Surely, Cap."

"Good."

"Ya know there are camera's here." You started, Steve's eyes widen. "Tony might of..."

"God no."

"Oh, God, yes." Tony laughed evilly through the tower, you shrugged.

"I asked you if it was tight."

"I should of stayed with my pajamas." Steve groaned.