Imagining Steve

Scandal in Brooklyn P1

So I'm working on part 4 of My Mother Always Said That I'd Fall For an Older Guy(MMASIFFAOG), and I was wondering if I should just make it an entire fic of it's own? Would you guys like that? Let me know.

Anyways this is Sharon X Steve X Reader. It's been a while since I've written something that is like, directly with the reader so I figured that it was time. ANGST. You're welcome. :)

You climbed silently up the building, the brick perfectly rough for your scaling purposes. The night was dark, but you wore a pair of sunglasses that not only blocked out light in the day, but adapted your eyes to the dark. You could see perfectly and every time that you passed a window the dazzling city lights reflected thereupon transfixed you.

You reached the correct window quickly, slipping through it with ease. Your feet touched the wood floor, combat boots clunking softly. You closed the window behind you and it slid down with a small whining noise. You winced, glad that they weren't home.

You surveyed the room with a curious gaze. It was homey, and felt comfortable. You hadn't lived in a real home since a year or so ago. That was back when you secretly worked for the Avengers. Since Sokovia... you'd been on the run.

You let your backpack and gear fall swiftly and silently to the floor, guessing that the group would enter through the door in about 10 seconds. You perched myself on the kitchen counter, entering a comfortable yet controlled pose. You wanted the new members to see you as someone with power, form, structure. You needed to be seen as strong.

The door knob turned, and you watched it intently. Someone opened the door with a kick and the whole group came bursting in. They were on the run and, naturally, wanted to get somewhere safe fast. You kept your non-chalant pose, but shifted infinitesimally when you caught a glimpse of his eyes.

You had longed for this moment. Dreaming of it had pulled you through tortures. Hoping to see him again had gotten you through doing terrible things. His turquoise-blue eyes nearly brought you to your knees, and seeing them after so long... it killed you. It killed you to see the pain and hurt appear immediately in his eyes. Your heart was already broken and not a word had come out of his mouth.

Weapons were drawn almost instantly, but the click of guns loading didn't even make you flinch. You almost sucked in a breath. You had a part to play; you needed to calm down. You forced yourself to smirk at them all, "Relax, kids."

Steve's militarily defensive stance eased up almost instantly once he saw you, but his face looked pained. The strength in his frame seemed to just... fade. You felt guilt crush your heart. You had hurt him, left him, and betrayed him. It was selfish to come back. You should've just let yourself die, be the one person he could depend on, even if that meant that he could just trust in the fact that you were dead. You should've just been reliable. You hated that now, even you, had to hurt him. You were supposed to be the one to never hurt him. Till death do you part.

Natasha Romanov hadn't even drawn a gun at the sight of you. She was the one who had trained you in the Red Room and she knew you well. Too well. Clint Barton dropped his stance too, also recognizing you quickly. He'd spared you once, that time so long ago, along with Tash. You three were family.

The rest of the group weren't original Avengers, they were new members, so they didn't drop their defenses. Even Scott Lang had weapons in his hands, little disks that you hadn't ever seen before. Only one new member didn't have any visible weapons, and though you knew how dangerous she was, she knew you too. She dropped her guard slightly when your eyes met.