Avengers Imagines pt.1

Sucker for chickflicks *️⃣ Steve.

Song: Hey mama - the sunstroke project.

Imagine: Steve suggesting to watch a movie but he picks the most girly Movie ever.
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'Really Steve?' You say as you let yourself fall next to him on the couch.

'What?, you wanted to watch a movie...'

'Yeah something with action in it...' You reply.

'It has action in it...'

'It's called "clueless", do you seriously think there is any action in that?'

'There isn't?' He asks confused.

'I mean I knew you were a sucker for chick flicks but this.. this is just hilarious...did you even look at the cover...' you respond laughing until you're crying.

'Stark said it was an action movie!, it's not funny y/n' He snaps back at you.

'Well you've learned a lesson today Rogers, never listen to anything Stark says...'

'You always listen to Stark...'

'No I don't... how did you think I ended up here with you?' You reply smiling at him while still wiping your tears away.

'You're just hilarious aren't you?'

'I know I am...and that's why you like me...but let's watch this movie anyway, who knows maybe you'll like it...'

'Did you?'

'I never watched it, I just heard about it from...sources...' you answer mysteriously.

'And what sources do you mean?'

'Natascha...Wanda...' you sigh as you lay down on his chest.

'It's just a movie right?' Steve states sighing and he presses the play button on the remote.

After a while you start to notice someone playing in the movie seems familiar.

'Doesn't that guy seem familiar to you?' You ask Steve.

'Is that?...' it stays silent for a moment.

'No way!, that's Scott Lang!' You gasp out loud.

'Well I'll be damned...' Steve breathes.

'Steve...'

'Sorry I'll watch my language next time...'

'Damn fucking straight you will..' you tease.

'Y/n, y/m/n, y/l/n!' Steve shouts and you quickly get up and stand behind the couch.

'Oh come on you know I can do a lot worse...'

'Oh I know. That's why I need to punish you now before you do it again...' he slowly rises from the couch.

Twinkles in his eyes, just like a little child getting excited about toys or candy.

'What are you gonna do Steve?, tickle me?' You provoke as he comes closer and closer.

'I think a cold shower would be sufficient right now...'

'Well, that's only the case if you catch me!' You start to run through the room with Steve chasing you.

Not thinking about how you're the most flexible woman on earth, you're like a gymnast.

Eventually he catches you of guard and he puts you over his shoulder.

'Put me down!, no!, no!, I'll promise I won't cuss again!, aahhh!' You shout half laughing.

'You promise?' He asks as he stops walking and you nod with a devious smirk on your face.

'I don't believe you...' he replies as he walks on.

He walks into the shower and locks the door from inside. He puts on the shower and the cold water strikes your body. You scream as the cold water runs down your clothes and skin. Steve is laughing like crazy and you decide to return the favour and you quickly grab the shower head. You point it at him and he also lets out a squeak as the cold water hits him.

'You cussed too!, So you deserve this too!' You shout over the noise the water and Steve are making.

'Mine wasn't even that bad!' He replies.

'Neither was mine but you still locked me in here...' you laugh.

After a couple minutes you stop and put the shower head back in it's place. The water still running, but the cold making way for warm water this time.

You both need to catch your breath from all the laughing and you hug Steve.

'Maybe this is a good time to say that I love you...' you giggle and Steve chuckles at your response.

'Love you too, y/n ' he replies and kisses your head.