Avengers One Shots

Hot Stuff (Steve x Reader) - Part 4

This baby's turning into a saga...

I do not own these characters, I just write them as a way to love and care for them.

This story has the Steve Rogers LANGUAGE WARNING.

SummerLove2627

HOT STUFF - PART 4

Three weeks.

Three weeks of patience, longing... waiting.

Three weeks of sneaking occasional kisses in the hallway.

Three weeks since Coulson and Fury had told us to keep it in our pants.

That's not true, at least not in those terms. It's just a hell of a lot funnier to say it that way. They didn't tell us to keep anything in our pants, they just told us it would be a good idea to stay out the public eye. A "strong suggestion," I would say.

They wouldn't have had to tell us to keep it in our pants because everyone at the tower's been doing that since Steve's and my first little make-out session and the surprise newspaper fame we gained from it. Yeah, they all know. The team knows. The press knows. Hell, my dead grandmother knows. My first grade teacher knows. EVERYONE. KNOWS.

There's no not knowing.

After Sadie Sennett's bogus story about Steve and I sleeping together... she might as well have called me "Captain America's New Ho"... anyway, after that, it was everywhere. It spread like wildfire. My mother called, my friends called. Our Avengers Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter pages went nuts with comments. Lots of people actually did call me a ho. There were photographers outside the tower, cars following Steve, cars following me, cars following the other Avengers so they could get a comment from them...

For over a week after it happened, it was exhausting.

It wasn't all completely terrible. Some people were enthused about Steve and I sleeping together.

Too fricken' bad we weren't and HAVEN'T ACTUALLY GOTTEN TO IT YET.

But I digress.

So yeah, some people were nice about it and I even saw a few people interviewed on Inside Edition and they were complimentary towards me. There was that other lady who said Steve could do better and that I wasn't very pretty. I believe "homely" was the key descriptor.

The nasty stuff hurt him. He hurt for me. If people had said any of those things about him, he would have taken it in stride anyway but, no one was actually saying the things about him. I'd hope to not have to chalk it up to me being a woman and to be made to feel shame over a sexual relationship. That old double standard thing...

Again though, that hasn't even happened. But nobody else knows that.

And getting back to it not having happened, do you have any idea how hard it is to workout and spar in the same room with him while he runs around in those tight little workout shirts? With those amazing pecs? - Sorry, I meant "amazing eyes." Those too. They're all amazing... all his body parts. All 12 million amazing, tight, muscular, ripped body parts....

Oh boy, I'm more frustrated than I thought.

"Tony seems to think the paparazzi have gotten bored with us," Steve grinned at me as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. The morning glow of the city was painted behind him as the kitchen window lit him up like an angel. I looked at him curiously, waiting for him to go on as he pushed the glass of orange juice across the countertop to me instead of taking it and walked to the cupboard for another glass.