Marvel Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

The Flirt - Steve Rogers/Captain America

This is for Chanelypop Hope you like it! It was so much fun to write. Thank you for the request!

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You raked a hand through your hair and yawned as you made your way to the kitchen in the tower. You'd been an Avenger for six months and had fallen into your own routine. Part of that routine was that you rose early and went to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee before the hooligans got up. By that you meant specifically Tony and Clint. And Pietro, man could that guy be annoying. No, at this hour you could savor your morning coffee and your breakfast. If anyone joined you it was usually Steve, Bucky or Natasha. All of whom were content to just enjoy the peace of the morning. Sometimes if you were feeling generous you made food for everyone. Usually you weren't that nice.

Your steps stuttered briefly as the kitchen came into view and your mouth curled up in a smile. Steve Rogers was at the stove making breakfast. You took a moment to run your eyes over him while no one was here to catch you. Even before you'd joined the Avengers, you'd had a soft spot for Captain America. But now that you lived with him and interacted with him on a daily basis, you had a whole new appreciation for the star spangled man with a plan.

Truth be told, you had more than a slight crush on your fearless leader. You might even go so far as to say you were in love with him. Not to him of course. You'd never admit that to him. No, instead you flirted and grinned when you made him blush. He was so cute when he did that. You bit back a sigh. And just to make sure that he didn't realize you were flirting with him because you liked him, you teased and taunted and kept it as light as possible. You could take on Hydra without blinking but couldn't tell your crush you loved him. You had issues.

Shaking your head to bring yourself out of your wanton admiration of your favorite super hero, you cleared your throat to get his attention. You grinned at Steve when he glanced up and he smiled back. "Need some help with that, Captain?" The last word left you in a throaty purr out of habit. You weren't certain you could even say it in a normal tone anymore. 

Steve's cheeks flared red and he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "Sure, if you want."

You hummed and moved over to stand behind him. You didn't touch him but you leaned close enough you could feel the heat that radiated from him body. You peeked at the stove to see he was making pancakes. Your gaze darted up to see his face was even more red than it had been. A smirk covered your face as you turned to the fridge. You dug around before glancing over your shoulder taking the opportunity for a quick look at his ass before speaking. 

"Kisses?" you asked. 

He spun, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. "I'm sorry?"

"Kisses," you repeated innocently as you showed him the bag of mini chocolate kisses someone had left in the fridge. 

His eyes darted between your face and the bag in your hand. Finally, he nodded even as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. "Yeah. That sounds good."

Before you could make another flirty response, Bucky walked into view. "Good morning," he muttered as he shuffled to the coffee pot. 

Your eyes stayed locked with Steve's for a moment longer before you turned your attention to his best friend. "Hey, Buck. How'd you sleep?"

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After breakfast, you always headed to the gym. You liked to spend thirty to forty minutes working by yourself before your actual training started. Today you wrapped your hands and set to work on one of the punching bags. When the door opened half an hour later you turned to see Steve. You smiled at him as you stepped away from the bag and grabbed your water.