Electric Blue(Steve Rogers/Avengers Fan Fiction)

This Would End Badly

I woke up to my alarm clock. I looked down, feeling someone on me. Steven had his muscular arm across my chest, his hand resting beside my head. His face was right beside mine. And he was kind of laying half way on me. But it didn't hurt. I smiled, watching his faint smile. My phone rang. But I couldn't reach it from the position I was in with Steve. He was a heavy sleeper too. I managed to slip out of his arms and get to my
Phone the fifth time it rang. I pulled a robe over my body as I went to the kitchen.

"Agent Romero."

"Hey, Brooke? Where are you and Cap?" Sam asked.

"Oh damn. What time is it, Samuel?"

"Samuel? Really? What did you two do- Oh damn. Captain Rogers got laid."

"Cool it, Wilson. What time is it?"

"Almost noon. The trainees are waiting for you two. Leave Cap if he's asleep. You probably wore him out." Sam was laughing.

"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

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I walked into the training room where they all were.

"Where's Captain Rogers?" Bradley asked.

"I stopped by Captain Rogers place. He said he'd be here later on." I replied. "For now, Bradley will work with me and Scott. You three start fighting. Keep your eyes open for any others who might join in." Sam walked over to me while the three trainees started practicing. I had my arms cross, a black short sleeve button up on and a pair of black dress pants.

"So, Agent Romero." Sam enunciated every letter in my name. "How was dinner last night with Cap?"

"It went very well, Agent Wilson."

"How about the after party?" He raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You wore the old guy out-"

"Who're you callin' old, Sam?" Steve asked, suddenly in the doorway of the room. He was in a white tee with a pair of dark jeans.

"Uh. Agent Myers." Sam pointed to his trainee.

"Come on. Wanna see how good this 'old man' can kick your ass?" Steve raised an eyebrow with a grin. The three trainees stopped and they were now watching as Steve and Sam watched each other.

"And this is why, gentlemen, you don't talk about the Captain America behind his back." I ducked as Steve threw a swing to Sam. I took a step foreword as they started wrestling. "Ignore them, gentlemen. Would you all like to go down to the firearms room?" I asked. They all nodded. "Good. Head down to the one on the forth floor. I'll meet up with you right away." After they left, I put my weight on my left leg and crossed my arms, watching Sam and Steve. Eventually, they stopped.

"Where'd the kids go?" Sam asked.

"They went down to the firearms room. Come on." I smiled at Steve before walking down to the firearms room. "Alright. Which one of you would like to demonstrate how to hold a gun?" I asked the trainees, putting my hands behind my back. None of them volunteered. "Captain Rogers? Would you like to demonstrate for them?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Steve saluted me with a grin before picking up a gun and holding it towards one of the targets.

"Good. Take one and try it, gentlemen. You too, Samuel."

"What's the deal with 'Samuel'?" Sam chuckled as he picked up a pistol.

"She was calling me Steven the other day. Sounding like my mother." Steve winked at me. Just as the trainees were holding up their weapons, Fury walked in. Everyone put their gun down and looked his way.