Marvel Imagines ;)

steve - rebel (part 2)

(Sorry in advance for the grammar and spelling mistakes, I wrote this at 2:00 am and was too tired to edit it)

Y/N had no idea how she had gotten roped into playing a childish game of Truth or Dare, but, somehow, she had. And to make matters worse, Tony had everybody drink truth serum (courtesy of SHIELD) beforehand, just to ensure no one would lie. On any other day, she would have adamantly refused. But drinks had been involved, and the Captain had given her a look - as though daring her to take the serum. So, it hadn't been her choice, really, when she maintained eye contact with the grinning bastard while she downed it like she would a shot of tequila.

They had been like this since their little pissing contest a few days ago. She had simply gone for a walk, just to clear her head and calm her nerves, and when she returned to the compound, Steve was positively furious. They'd both screamed at each other for a few minutes, vulgar words being thrown from both sides, until Steve grabbed her unexpectedly and kissed her. She'd jumped, not because she didn't like it (in fact, she couldn't get it out of her head: the sensation of his mouth pressed to hers, the noise he made low in his throat), but because he had surprised her. But then Steve pulled back, as though she had burned him, and before she had the chance to explain, he was gone. They'd been avoiding each other ever since.

So Y/N was... shocked, really, when Cap tossed back the serum without blinking. Though, she probably shouldn't have been that surprised. Lying wouldn't exactly be patriotic.

"So," said Tony, clasping his hands together once everyone had taken the serum and settled into their seats. "Who wants to go first?"

"I will," announced Clint, who immediately turned to Natasha. "If you had to fuck someone in this room, who would it be?"

Natasha's full lips turned upwards in that secretive smile of hers. "Definitely Y/N," she answered, taking a long swig of whatever alcoholic drink she had chosen for the night.

"And why is that?" Clint asked, eyes darkening slightly with what Y/N could only assume was arousal.

Natasha tilted her head to the side, a predator assessing prey, then shrugged, bringing her glass back up to her lips as she said, "She's probably the only one of you that could successfully give me an orgasm."

Y/N tilted her head back and laughed. "I'll drink to that."

"Alright, alright. Natasha, you're up."

Natasha's predatory gaze danced around the room, and Y/N could see everyone who fell under it visibly flinch. Everyone except for Steve, who was twiddling his thumbs in his lap, and wearing a small smile. She knew he and Nat were close friends. Perhaps more than friends, given the way he grinned at her when she said his name. Y/N felt a rush of anger, her hands clenching into fists. She had been under the impression that Natasha carried a torch for Banner, but... Maybe she was wrong. Y/N didn't know why the thought bothered her so much, why it felt as though snakes were coiling within her stomach.

"When did you lose your virginity?" Natasha asked with a smirk. The rest of the team leaned forward. They had all, including Y/N, made a secret bet on the question. Most guessed that he lost it after going in the ice. Tony was the only one who assumed Cap was still a virgin.

Steve laughed nervously, cheeks going pink. "Wow, okay. I lost it to Dolly Kauffman." He paused, but continued when everyone was purposefully silent, waiting for a deeper explanation. "She was a friend of Bucky's girl in 1939."