Marvel Imagines From DeviantArt (Requests Closed)

Swing (Steve Rogers)

You let out a sigh as you watched your favorite baseball team practice tossing the ball around. As much as you loved baseball and your team, there was one particular player you despised.
Avery Owens, the team's pitcher.
He was a cocky son of a gun who took great pleasure in striking out his teammates at practices.
He was the Tony Stark of baseball when it came to his womanizing ways. But, even though you hated to admit it, you would rather spend a year with Tony on an island dealing with his flirty ways than spend a second with Avery.
Women loved him, fans tolerated him.
You were beginning to think that coming to the practice was a bad idea. But this moment wasn't about you.
It was about your good friend (and secret crush) Steve Rogers.
You, along with Natasha and Clint, decided to take Steve to see a practice. He was having one of those days where he was missing the good ole days. So to cheer him up, Natasha and Clint suggested coming here.
So you dressed according to the weather in a women's baseball jersey, shorts, and your favorite pair of running shoes with your hair pulled back in a ponytail. Natasha wore the exact same thing except her jersey represented her favorite number. The guys simply wore T-shirts and a pair of jeans.
When you had first arrived, your face fell at the very and you do mean very low amount of people attending. There were two elderly women representing the team in every way they could from team flags to team themed socks and two small boys who were standing near the railing watching the team practice.
You had let Steve choose your seating arrangements and he had opted to sit near the dugout. The way you were seated was with Clint towards the middle seating, followed by Natasha, then you and then Steve. Each of you had a drink and were having your own conversations as you had watched them practice their runs and throws. You and Steve were talking about your favorite players of all time while Clint and Natasha were whispering to each other about something you couldn't hear.
Soon the players were heading into the dugout which meant that the most hated part of the practice was soon about to begin.
Avery was currently in the dugout, talking on his cell phone, rather loudly you might add, ignoring the protests of the coach.
When he finally got out of the dugout, he had a strut in his step.
His cockiness radiating off of him as he got to the pitcher's mound.
"Someone's full of themselves." Clint replied, shaking his head.
"You're one to talk. How many times have you showed off your archery skills to women?" Natasha remarked.
"When you got it, you got it. And I definitely got it." Clint replied, flexing his muscles in response.
Natasha rolled her eyes while you and Steve fought the urge to laugh.
Your bonding time was soon interrupted by a male voice saying, "Hey, beautiful."
All four of you turned towards the voice to see a baseball player flexing his arms while holding a baseball bat. The object of his comment was directed right at you which threw you for a loop.
You looked at Natasha before looking back at him.
"Are you talking to me?" you asked.
He nodded, his grin growing.
"I just wanted to ask if you come here often."
You shook your head.
What was this guy playing at?
His grin grew wider at your confused expression.
"Are you sure? Because I could have sworn I saw you in the outfield. You're an angel, aren't you?"
Your cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. Natasha and Clint were trying to hide their laughter while Steve looked at the man with a frown.
"Sheen! Get your ass up there to bat!" the coach ordered.
He gave you one last wink before taking off.
The moment he was gone, Natasha and Clint burst out laughing.
You placed your head in your hands in embarrassment.
"Please tell me that didn't just happen." You pleaded.
"Oh, it happened, alright. It seems he's about to strike out twice, though." Clint replied, through laughter.
You looked up to see Sheen trying to hit the three pitches Avery threw.
He missed every single one.
His confidence was shattered as he was the first victim to Avery's pitching skills.
"Where the hell did that pick up line come from?" you asked, still in disbelief.
Whenever you were around Natasha, she was the one that seemed to be the object of any man's attention. Not that you didn't get your fair share of men hitting on you. You weren't as used to it as she was.
"Are you kidding? Look at you, (y/n)! You look good in that jersey. Wouldn't you agree, Steve?" Natasha asked, with a smile.
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, a blush on his face as he nodded in agreement.
If it was humanly possible, your cheeks got even redder.
"Are you not used to guys hitting on you, (y/n)?" Steve asked.
Before you could answer, Clint beat you to it.
"Are you kidding? She's the female you. She gets flustered when guys hit on her." Clint teased.
"Clint!" you exclaimed, blushing as Natasha smacked the back of his head.
"What? I'm telling the truth. Your outfit doesn't help either." He pointed out.
Natasha smacked him again.
"Stop embarrassing her, Clint or I swear to you I will shove one of your arrows up your butt." Natasha scolded, shutting the archer up.
The four of you tried to enjoy the rest of the practice despite that Avery was breaking the egos of his fellow teammates. But every player that went up to bat would stop to flirt with you beforehand.
Cheesy pick up line after cheesy pick up line.
There was no stop to them.
"Hey, baby, what's your sign?"
"If you date me, you'll eventually see a diamond."
"Us baseball players know our way around bases."
Your cheeks couldn't be any redder. You felt there was a sign around your neck that says, "Hey, come flirt with me."
You didn't want this attention. You wanted a certain captain to get the message.
You were oblivious to the fact that Steve was gripping the armrest of his seat pretty tightly. He didn't like the way those men were acting towards you. He could see it in their eyes. They wanted you for your body and he wouldn't have any of it.
But he couldn't do anything about it. You didn't know about his feelings for you. Clint was the only one that knew and he tried encouraging him to make a move.
He didn't know how many times he had tried. Every time he looked into your beautiful (e/c) eyes, all the confidence he could muster would fly out the window.
He sat there, fighting the urge to hit every player that came up to you and flirt.
They would greet you with confidence and then leave home plate in shame. Avery wasn't exactly a graceful winner. He openly jested at their bruised egos by either mocking them or doing a victory dance.
The final straw for you was when a player was walking up to you and openly spit his tobacco out. He was definitely lacking in the manners department.
It grossed you out.
"Natasha, let's go get refills." You said, immediately getting up.
Natasha followed after giving Clint a look and jerking her head towards Steve.
The both of you walked away while the clueless player looked on surprised by your abrupt departure.
Clint looked at Steve who had been watching the direction you had walked towards.
He looked at him puzzled until he took notice of a young baseball player heading in the direction where Natasha and you had gone.
"Steve!" Clint heatedly whispered, making Steve turn to look at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Are you going to do something about those players hitting on (y/n)? Make your move, damnit!"
"I can't! Every time I look into her eyes, I become a stuttering fool."
"Well, do something otherwise one of these guys will get her attention and not in the good way. Do you want that to happen?"
Steve shook his head.
"Then do something!" Clint exclaimed before turning back to watch the batting practice.
Steve was about to ask for advice as to how when your voice and Natasha's laughter interrupted him.
"What's got you laughing?" Clint asked as you both sat down.
"There was this guy that was flirting with (y/n). His game was smooth at first, but then his cell phone goes off." She said, through laughter.
"O-Okay. What's so funny about that?" Clint asked, confused.
"It was his girlfriend calling." You answered, shaking your head.
"The look on his face when (y/n) gave him a look was priceless though." Natasha added as her laughter slowly died down.
"Do you want to go home?" Steve asked you, taking note of your discomfort.
"No, I'll be fine. Batting practice is almost over anyway. Thanks for asking though." You said, patting his arm.
He blushed at the contact, turning back to look at batting practice.
The pick up lines didn't stop however and no one was able to make a home running hit. The few people that were there were getting disappointed by the minute.
Was there anyone who could hit a home run on one of Avery's pitches?
When the final player had failed to accomplish that feat, you and the others started to pack up to head back to Stark Tower. But that wasn't before Avery looked at you and your fellow Avengers' direction. He then pointed right at you.
He smiled a sly smile as he pointed at you again and then to himself. He turned around and made the action as if he was making out with someone.
You looked at him, appalled.
And Steve had enough.
"That's it!"
Before any of you could stop him, Steve jumped over the metal railing and landed smoothly in the baseball field. He passed the dugout, grabbing a bat along the way.
You thought that Steve had snapped for a minute and he was about to beat the crap out of Avery. But he surprised everyone in that stadium by walking up to home plate. He called out to Avery and made the motion for him to pitch.
Avery scoffed at him but prepared to pitch anyway while Steve got into a batting stance.
Avery threw the ball.
Steve swung.
He hit the ball!
Your breath caught in your throat as you and everyone else in that stadium looked on.
The ball kept going and going.
Then it was gone!!
HOME RUN!
Everyone in that stadium cheered from the elderly women, the two little boys, the team to you and your friends. No one's cheer was the loudest as yours.
The whole world probably could have heard you when you screamed, "YES!!!"
You jumped up and down excitedly watching Steve run the bases, smirking at the shocked Avery.
Clint and Natasha both looked at you with smirks.
When you caught them staring, you stopped and nervously chuckled.
"I mean, yay." You awkwardly said.
Clint laughed while Natasha just smiled.
"Come on, let's go, and congratulate him." Clint suggested, beginning to head down to the field.
You were about to join him when Natasha stopped you.
"Here's your chance, (y/n). Don't waste it." Natasha whispered.
You simply nodded as the two of you headed to Steve.
As you were heading towards Steve, you took notice of a very attractive woman walking in Steve's direction.
Where the hell did she come from?, you thought.
You didn't like the way she was looking at Steve.
Without hesitation, you ran towards him, passing the players that were patting his back for bruising Avery's ego. You took Steve by surprise when you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso. He reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.
"That was awesome, Steve!" you cheered before surprising him with a tender kiss.
He quickly kissed you back. The whole world forgotten as you two enjoyed that sweet moment together.
When the need for oxygen took over, you both pulled apart.
Steve smiled at you as he asked, "Before anyone else tries to flirt with you, would you like to go out with me?"
You giggled.
"I would love to go out with you, Steve." You replied, making him smile wider. This time, he pulled you in for another kiss.
Meanwhile unknown to you and Steve, Natasha and Clint were having a talk with the coach.
"Here's the money that Mr. Stark promised you." Natasha said, handing a check to the coach.
"Thank you, ma'am. Though, I don't understand the fuss over a girl." The coach replied, taking the check.
Clint shrugged.
"Tony thought that Steve needed a little push to get (y/n)'s attention. When all he really needed to do was make a home run."

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