AVENGERS PREFERENCES AND ONE-SHOTS

47 | Steve Rogers : "Happy To Have You Around"

STEVE ROGERS IMAGINE
REQUESTED BY: JayCheshire requested the plotline about the new Avenger, and marvelforever123 requested Steve fluff. hope i delivered !
WORD COUNT: 734

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Steve rounded the corner to stop at your side, back pressed to the same wall you stood at, taking in deep and hurried breaths.

"You okay?" He asked, blue eyes darting over to you as you regarded him with a smile. He couldn't seem to help smiling back.

"Perfect," You replied, astounded by Steve's ability to care about your well-being during something as urgent as a mission. You supposed you were new to the team (although having known them for many months), and this was your first mission, but nevertheless you appreciated his caring sentiment. He was still breathing heavily, face splattered with dirt and marks, his blonde hair disheveled and hanging over his forehead slightly from his fights. You also wondered how he managed to look so handsome - an distracting - in such moments.

You stopped your train of thought, and instead peered around the corner, only to spot the two men that guarded the buildings epicenter. Raising your gun, your peered back at Steve. "Two men, both armed. You ready?" You asked with a grin. Before he could give a proper answer, you bounded forward, able to make it a few feet from the men before they noticed you.

Your first shot just missed the broader man as you menouvered away from his own bullet. The next landed in his chest, and he stumbled down to the ground. No sooner than the other man had pulled his gun out, Steve's shield whacked into his chest, sending him tumbling backwards. Before he could recover, Steve threw a punch, once, twice to the jaw. He wasn't dead, but you didn't think he'd be awakening for at least a good day.

Steve whipped his head back to look at you, tilting it toward the door that was now free. You both entered, and you made quick work downloading the files from the computer onto a flash drive for Tony to examine later.

Steve meandered around, reading whatever was displayed on the flashing screens that filled the room. Soon, he found a place behind your shoulder, watching as your fingers flickered across the keys of the computer. Your face was illuminated by artificial light, and your brows were furrowed in concentration. A quiet breath of admiration escaped from his lips as he simply stared.

Once the download bar appeared, your shoulders dropped and you noticeably relaxed, glancing up at the door that still lacked any commotion. The comms that you and Steve both had didn't seem to have a panicking Avenger on the other end, so you were content to lean back and watch your first mission come to an end.

Finally noticing eyes on you, you peered to the right to see Steve, a quiet smile at the corner of his mouth. The softness of his eyes, and the way he seemed so shaken by you noticing him sent butterflies reeling in your stomach.

He took a seat next to you, clearing his throat as he avoided eye-contact. "You know . . . things work a lot smoother with you around," He admitted, "There's usually a few egos up against each other, but you always seem to know how to figure a situation out."

Your face broke into a smile at the sincerity of his words. "Thanks, Cap," You told him, hand going to rest on his knee.

He looked down at your hand briefly, his face heating up gently. "We're just . . . happy to have you around. I mean - I . . . I'm happy to have you around," He spoke, a sudden coyness to him. A boyish charm that you'd fallen for many times before.

Almost forgetting where you were, and what situation you were in, you were pulled out of you intimate conversation.

"I agree with Capsicle," Clint vouched in the comm, and you met Steve's eyes, both of you looking away out of embarrassment. Steve must've left his receiver on.

"Yeah, me too. But I'd like to remind you two love birds that we have a small, tiny mission to complete. How's the download going?" Tony asked you.

You peered at the screen, seeing that it was on 95%, to your genuine surprise. "Practically finished," You replied, "We're on our way out."

As the file completed its saving, you removed the flash - you and Steve not sharing any other words. You missed the way Steve was smiling to himself at the blush that still coated your cheeks.