The Winged (Avengers x Reader x Supernatural)

Chapter 9

Steve had paced around his apartment enough for it to be considered a full day's workout. The images of what happened back at your place were flashing through his mind like some kind of a bizarre nightmare.

He wasn't sure whether what he was about to do was the right choice. Heck, he wasn't even sure if he should do it but he found himself standing in your doorway nonetheless.

When you opened the door, Steve pushed right past you inside the house without saying a single word.

"Sure, come right in. It's not like we discussed boundaries twenty minutes ago." You had been beating yourself up about your recent behavior and sarcasm was your coping mechanism.

"Why do you hate me?" Steve's question caught you off guard.

"That's not-"

"At first I thought you're just that kind of a person. But you're not, I've seen it. So tell me, what have I done to make you hate me so much?" The look in his eyes made your heart wrench, as if you hadn't been feeling horrible already.

"Look, Steve, no, I don't hate you." You took his hands in yours in an effort to make your words more effective, "I am certainly not proud of the way I acted. I guess I was still mad at you about the apartment thingie, but that's no excuse. I'm really really sorry."

"What apartment thingie?"

"Well if you must know, I wanted to buy your place ever since the last owner died. But then you ended up buying it and God have I resented you for it." You finished with a quiet, nervous laugh.

"Do you still want it? I mean, I could always move back to the tower."

Was he being serious?

You pulled your hands away and placed them on your waist. "What the hell!? Steven Grant Rogers, you will do no such thing. Besides, I like having you as my neighbor. In fact, as a tribute to this newfound friendship, would you like to join me to a television interview I have today?"

Steve managed to contain himself even though he felt so happy he could've bounced off the walls. "How long do I have?"

"A half hour, tops."

"I'll meet you by your car." You could only hear his voice, he was already gone.

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You tossed your car keys to Steve as soon as you saw him. You had planned to do your makeup in the car since you were already running late.

"You don't wanna drive?" You asked when he tossed the keys right back to you. Your curiosity was at it's peak when Steve didn't give a reasonable answer.

"You don't know how to drive." You gasped. Steve gave you a bewildered look and you tapped the side of your head, indicating that you had read his mind. "How?"

"And you can't get that by reading my mind?" Steve was beginning to get flustered. "I prefer to keep my distance." You shrugged.

"I never asked for help when I was new so everyone assumed I already knew, I guess. Then it was too late to ask." You could tell it was embarrassing him to even talk about it.

You placed your hand on his chest. "What are you doing?" Steve looked up but you didn't reply. You had already zoned out. Gold swirled into your (Y/E/C) orbs which then traveled across your arm and disappeared into his skin.

"Go ahead, give it a try." You pointed towards the steering wheel once your eyes had gone back to normal.

Steve was still fumbling for words and that was when you knew it was time for desperate measures. "MOVE IT, ROGERS! WE'RE GOING TO GET HIT BY THAT TRUCK!!" You yelled, urgency evident in your voice.

Nervous already, Steve instinctively turned the key into the ignition, driving off not stopping once to think how could a truck even approach you two while you were still inside the building and it only occurred to him after the car was outside the parking lot.

Putting his foot down on the break, Steve raised his brows and turned to look at you, a smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You're welcome." You yourself were trying to hold back a laugh.

Within seconds, the two of you burst out in laughter, at what seemed to be nothing, apparently. Steve was the first to stop, quietly admiring your still laughing self. He absolutely loved the angle your lips formed when they smiled and the twinkle in your eyes which was ever present.

To him, this was all new. At least since he woke up from the ice.

"And as my tribute to this newfound friendship" he began, "would you be my plus one to my friend's party this weekend?"

"I'd love to."

A/N: All suggestions and constructive criticism is always welcome.