The Winged (Avengers x Reader x Supernatural)

Chapter 8

Sam and Dean left first thing in the morning. Something about a banshee case a couple towns over. And cleaning up after them was a nuisance. You loved the boys with all your heart and their casual visits were a delight, but you couldn't even begin to fathom what life would be like if they actually lived with you.

You managed to make it to work alive. After the scheduled broadcast, you got caught up in watching the tech department work. People were pacing about and the only sound that could be heard was the tapping of buttons on the keyboard along with the occasional buzz of the printer.

"They're preparing for your interactive session tomorrow. Are you ready?" You heard your boss' voice behind you.

"I don't know, Desirée." Wiping your palms on your skirt, you managed an ambiguous shrug."I'm just nervous, I guess."

"You should be." She eyed you from top to bottom and then walked off, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

'Why gotta be a bitch Desirée?'

-

You happily jogged towards your microwave upon hearing the familiar 'ding'. You grabbed your bowl,picked up a spoon and were just about to dig in when you heard a knock at the front door. You weren't expecting anyone. Were you?

"Steve? Hi." You greeted post answering the door.

"Hey." Steve returned your greeting. "The guys invited me over for a movie night. So what are we watching?" He asked once he had seated himself on the couch.

"Just....a second." You excused yourself, hastily making your way towards your room.

"This is Sam's voicemail. Leave a message."
"You can't fool me Sam. I can hear you think."
"Get out of my head! What do you want?" Sam was flustered after failing to prank you.
"Why is Rogers in my living room expecting to watch a movie?" You were still mad though.
"We figured you could use a little bonding time given that you're so pissed at him all the time." Finally, an explanation. Still, not a good one.
"You're a dead man Sam Winchester." You told him off.
"I am actually. I've just lost count-" the line went dead before he could finish his sentence.

"They've left, haven't they?" Your not so discreet phone call had given Steve enough time to look around the house and infer the situation.

Your pursed your lips and looked down, unsure of what to say. "I-I should....leave too...yeah." As much as Steve wanted to stay, your silence wasn't appearing to be much of an invitation.

"Steve" you sighed, watching him make his way towards the door, "How do you feel about Star Wars?"

-

The night went pretty well. Although, you had a moment of doubt as to whether Steve would leave on his own after the movie ended or you would have to ask him to - which would be very awkward.

However, things never came to it, as you fell asleep before him, resting your head on his shoulder.

You woke up to the smell of pancakes filling your nostrils. As the hazy memories of last night began to clear, the man at the kitchen counter did not seem as much of a threat after all. You walked to the table top and cleared your throat, catching Steve's attention.

"Hey, (Y/N)! You're up. Here, I made breakfast." He said, advancing a plate towards you. "Excuse me?" You crossed your arms. This was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Pancakes?" Steve took a step back unsure of what he did wrong.

"Ever heard of boundaries? Yeah, apparently they are quite a thing in the future." You couldn't exactly pinpoint where this outburst was from, but here it was.

"You come over expecting to watch a movie. You overhear my phone call and still don't leave, which I get, okay. I asked you to stay. Common courtesy. But do you leave after the movie? No. You stay the whole goddamn night! And then you have the balls to march right into my kitchen like it's yours. Who do you think you are!?" You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down and pushed past a horrified Steve to get your coffee.

(Y/-" He tried but you didn't so much as turn to look in his direction as you spoke.

"You're still here."

Steve waited for a few moments, hoping to receive any stimulus from you but upon receiving none, he did, eventually, leave.

A/N: Any suggestions or constructive criticism is always welcome.