Chris Evans/Steve Rogers one shots

Towel

50.) can you please put a shirt or pants on, cause you being almost naked is very distracting.
Steve
M-a-t-91
     It was a nice spring day as you pulled up to the compound, you had been working as a maid of sorts for Tony Stark. Trusted with care of keeping the Avengers compound neat and tidy. You stepped out of your car and walked up to the building, thinking about how after you were done maybe you would go take a dip in the pool.
    Tony had told you that while you under his employment you could use any of the facilities there. That included the work out room, kitchen, pool and if so choose to live there as well. You had humored the idea of living there but it seemed like a bit to much, you enjoyed being around the team of the worlds mightiest super hero's, you also needed your own space.
     You started in the kitchen which was a complete disaster, protein powder all over the counters, dirty dishes in the sink. You didn't judge though, these men and women had a lot going on at any given time, so it never bothered you having to clean up behind them. You loaded the dishwasher and as usual there were two bowls already rinse waiting to go through the cycle in there, wiping down the counters as you went.
    "Sorry doll, I tried getting Sam to clean up after himself but it's like talking to a brick wall." Bucky announced behind you, coming up and refilling his water bottle from the faucet.
   "It's all good, Mr Barnes, gives me something to do. Otherwise Tony would be paying me for nothing." You replied, looking through the fridge and cupboards writing down things they were low on. 
    "I know but still he could at least rinse his plate and put it in the dishwasher." He told you, leaning against the counter.
     "I had my suspicions on who always loaded their dishes in there. I guess one was you, and I'm assuming the other would be Mr Rogers." You smiled over at him. "Is there anything you need from the store? I was going to go down after I got laundry started."
     "Hmmm, plums maybe? Sam stole the last set you picked up and hoarded them in his room." Bucky replied, getting ready to leave. "And stop calling me Mr Barnes."
     "Yeah, yeah." You chuckled, leaving the kitchen as well, you went down to the work out room, basket in hand. You started picking up towels from around the room, putting away the weights that you could. You wiped down the benches even though most of the team did that when they were done but it had become a habit either way.
    Once done you walked into the adjoining room and grabbed the few stray towels from there as well. You threw the first load in the wash and then went to retrieve every bodies laundry baskets from their rooms. You knocked before entering, if you didn't get a reply you would knock one more time before letting yourself in. As usual the basket was always set next to the door, well most of the time at least.
    You knew everyone preferences when it came to there laundry, making sure not to mix anyone's clothes. You stopped by Steve's door and knocked crisply, and waited for a response. You knocked one more time calling out, before opening the door. Steve's basket was still on the other side of the room which you didn't think anything of it, even though his was always by the door.
     Just as your hands grasped the edges of the plastic basket you heard the bathroom door open. You tried to think if you heard the shower running or not but you just couldn't remember. You stood up and turned around to a wet Captain with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stood there for a moment and blinked at you.
    "Morning, Mr Rogers." You said shakily trying on you stare at his chest and failing miserably.
     "You're early or I'm running late." He chuckled, walking fully into the room. You surely thought he would of walked back into the bathroom not come into the room.
     "Early, I didn't wipe the mat in the training room down." You responded watching as he walked over to his closet.
    "Hopefully the guys didn't leave you to big of a mess. I left a bit early so I could my shower in before you came for the dirty clothes." He said, keeping his back to you, your eyes roaming down the muscles of his back. God, what were you doing, you should of left the minute he walked out of the bathroom.
    "Uh, um, why?" Your brain failing to make a coherent sentence. Steve looked over his shoulder at you, a small smirk playing across his face. He pulled a shirt and jeans out of the closet before closing the door and turning to you.
     "That way all of my clothes could get washed, even though I've told you a thousand time you don't have to." He smiled over you.
     "Can you please put a shirt or pants on, causing you being almost naked is very distracting." You uttered out with out thinking, your eyes widen at your own statement. You could feel the heat creep up your face suddenly as Steve crossed his massive arms over his muscular chest. A mischievous glint was in his eye and he grinning now, obvious to the fact you had been checking him out.
     You grabbed the basket, deciding that you had made a big enough fool of yourself. Quickly you exited his room, rushing down to the laundry room. You stayed in there a while, trying to calm yourself back down, chiding yourself for being an idiot. The door opened and startled you, you turned around just as Steve walked in. The shirt he wore was tight across his chest just the jeans strained against his thighs.
      "You forgot the towel." He smirked, reaching behind you to place it on the top of his basket. His body was inches from his, and you could feel the warmth coming off of him.
     "Uh, yeah, thanks." You squeaked, he smirked down at you before walking off.
      "I'm going for a swim later tonight, you know if you want to get another look.." he said pausing at the door.