And Then I Wrote Marvel

Intimate Frisbee (Steve Rogers x Reader)

"Heads up, Goal Hawk!" Your toss zinged perfectly into Clint's hand for a touchdown.

"I swear, (Y/N)," Natasha called from the other team, "if we had known you were this good with a frisbee, we would have made you a ref along with Thor and Bruce."

"I forgot that I was a frisbee ninja, otherwise I would have told you."

Tony called his team in for a time out, and Steve took the opportunity to congratulate your team on your overwhelming lead. "High fives all around!" he exclaimed. "I think we have this in the bag."

"Helps when you have (Y/N) here who can land a touchdown from any point in the gym," Sam remarked, punching you softly in the arm.

"And Steve who's weapon is a giant metal frisbee," you tried to direct the attention away from yourself.

"How long have you been so good at this?" Wanda inquired.

"I guess I started playing a lot of Ultimate Frisbee whenever I could as a teenager. My guy friends were super into it, and it looked fun. I haven't played in years, though, but I guess I'm still as good as I used to be."

"Thank goodness you are, because we'd probably be losing if you weren't," Clint reasoned.

"We don't need that negative energy, Clint. Only positivity allowed here," you chided.

"I apologize, Frisbee Queen."

Tony's team broke up with a cheer, and Steve's began to ready yourselves to cheer.

"Apology accepted, Goal Hawk."

You cheered, and as you disbanded, Steve, your boyfriend of a few years now, pulled you in for a side hug and a quick kiss on your cheek.

"You've got this, doll," he assured you quietly.

"PDA!" Tony shouted from across the gym.

"You're just jealous, Stark!" you teased.

The game restarted, and within 10 seconds, Steve had the frisbee in your hand and another you threw in another touchdown. Tony's team began to grumble.

"Hey, hey, (Y/N), I thought we agreed not to use any powers," Rhodey complained jokingly.

The game went on, you scoring point after point, and you got bored. You started showing off, if you didn't consider destroying the competition casually showing off. Fancy spirals down into the end zone, a roundabout curve into Clint's hands, you name the trick, you probably did it. Even bouncing it off of the gym wall.

Time finally ran out, and the game of Ultimate Frisbee ended. Team Stark grumbled sassy remarks and insults at you as you all exited the gym. The new kid, Perry...Percy? no, Peter, congratulated you with a smile, unlike the rest of the sore losers he'd played with.

"That was awesome! You think you could show me how to do that?" he requested.

"Nah, then I'd have a competitor," you retorted, giving your ponytail a flick and falling back to walk out with Steve. Little did you know, your stunning performance had given him a couple of ideas.
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"(Y/N), can you come over here?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, why? You need backup?"

"Of some sort."

"Rogers, this is a mission. We don't have time for distractions."

"This isn't a distraction, well, it kind of is, but--"

"Steve!"

"I just want to test a theory!"

You groaned, and made your way over to Steve as quickly as you could. He handed you his shield.

"See those 10 HYDRAs on the wall over there?"

"Firing at our friends? Yeah."

"Take out as many as you can with a single toss."

"My gosh, Steve. Is this about the frisbee thing?"

"Throw!"

Taking only a split second to calibrate yourself, you dashed out quickly, Steve right behind you for cover. You threw the shield with all you had, and managed to hit 7 out of the 10. The big hunk of metal was too heavy for you to really work with. That was the best you could give.

Steve caught the shield as it arced back towards you, and raised it as you received some attention from the remaining guards. An arrow struck one, and another fell likely due to a gunshot. That left one more.

"What the heck," you said, and took the shield once more. You almost felt kinda bad for the guy. One thing was for sure; you had completely affirmed that Steve's theory was correct.
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"Who's this one from?"

"That would be me," Steve replied. It had been a little over a week since he's had you try out his shield.

"I knew I saved the best for last," you commented. Tony brought his phone out and began to record the scene laying out.

You began to tear the (F/C) wrapping paper off the birthday present. It looked maybe the size of one of those clothing boxes, but it wasn't like Steve to give you clothes for your birthday. That was more of a grandma/pa thing, although he fit the age requirements, technically speaking.

It was one of those clothing boxes, dang it. You glanced at Steve, now unsure.

"Don't look at me like that! It was the only box that was about the right size."

"Whatever you say, Cap."

You opened the box slowly, wary of what could be inside, only to be met with (F/C) tissue paper. You pulled it out cautiously, not quite daring enough to look.

It was a shield. A small replica of Steve's just a little bigger than your average frisbee. Magnetic gauntlets were folded neatly underneath.

"Steve, that is so cute!" Wanda fangirled a little bit. She had been one of your shippers since she first heard you speak to each other.

"What's she supposed to do with a mini-shield? That's not gonna do much damage," Tony commented pessimistically.

"Well," you began to laugh, making your voice much more high-pitched than normal, "Dobby never meant to kill! Just maim, or seriously injure!"

"Noooooo!" Natasha groaned. "That's terrible!"

"I try, Tasha." You turned to Steve. "You really outdid yourself this time, Rogers."

"Well, if you think this is outdone," he started, scratching the back of his head like a nervous teenage boy, "I can't begin imagine what this is." He pulled a box out of his jacket pocket and bent down on one knee.

"Steve!" you gasped.

"Gosh, I had a whole speech prepared, and I forgot it. Way to go, Man with a Plan."

"Sweetheart, you could have nudged my arm on a random Tuesday and just said "Marry me?" and I would have said yes," you comforted him.

"Why Tuesday?" Sam mumbled. Bruce shrugged in response.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make this any less embarrassing. Eh, at least I remember the last line." He took a breath as he prepared himself. You struggled to refrain from giggling.

"Would you make me the happiest man on this whole dang planet and agree to save the world right next to me? Every step of the way? Would you, (Y/F/N), marry me?"

"Eh," you paused, enjoying the frightened look on your soon-to-be fiancé's face. "Why not?"

"'S that a yes?"

You got down on your knees and kissed him full on the lips. "You tell me, buddy."