The Winged (Avengers x Reader x Supernatural)

Chapter 4

The lines of worry disappeared from your forehead as soon as you saw your apartment building standing right where it's supposed to be, on it's own, completely unharmed.

Evidently, one of the ground rules had been followed and as you made your way towards the door, you hoped the other one had received the same treatment.

"I'm hom-", you were cut off when Dean basically carried you to the couch. " The Human Dorito has got a thing for you. " he said after he set you down. "Come again?" You asked, somehow managing to not choke on your own breath.

"The guy from next door. He came over four times today." Sam began. "It was fine when he asked for sugar and salt, but then he came over for cilantro..." "Whatever that is." Dean muttered but Sam continued "...and then for a pen!" His face scrunched up as he replayed the odd moment in his head.

"Yeah, that's a nice theory you guys got yourselves there," you scoffed, " But the man's Captain America. I'm sure he has got women just laying themselves out for him."

"And you know that how, exactly?" Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You don't follow superhero news at all, unless..." His eyes widened in realization. "You read his mind, didn't you!" He said with an accusatory finger pointed towards you.

"Excuse me for wanting to understand the psyche of my sworn enemy better." irked, you threw your hands in the air.

"Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic?" Sam raised a brow. "Oh I'll show you overdramatic." You stood up but before you could do any potential damage you were cut off by Dean's voice.

"Captain America... Is my neighbor..."

"No, Dean." you ran your fingers through your hair, "Your neighbor is a creepy ass highway that no one ever uses." You received the 'die slowly' look in return and he would have retaliated in words if it hadn't been for the knock at the door. "I got it!" Sam yelled, already out of your sight.

"You have been really helpful through the day, I just wanted to return the favor." Steve was saying as he held out a tray towards Sam. His vision although, was not focused on the younger Winchester, but rather beyond him.

"He's trying to look over Sam's shoulder for you. That's like the ultimate love quest!" Dean whispered to you and ended up getting an elbow to the stomach, making him move away from you and towards the door.

"I mean, yeah, who wouldn't want lasagna á la Captain America" Dean was now staring at the man, enough to make him uncomfortable and you instantly caught his thought which doubted Dean for knowing what he knew.

"Avid news watcher!" You awkwardly yelled, "Good night!" Followed by taking the tray from Steve's hands and shutting the door in his face. Again. The enormous guilt washing over you was way too overwhelming to be pondered upon while you still had food in your hands.

"Okay then,"you sighed, "Dinner is served."

A/N: All suggestions and constructive criticism is always appreciated