Avengers Imagines

Eyebrows -- Steve Rogers

Warnings: all fluff

Description: pretty short headcanon i had about worried/confused steve

Word count: 679

A/N: totally not inspired by my own eyebrow horror stories, nope not at all

this update is an apology for my bucky imagine getting screwed up :)

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You are so close. You squint your eyes at yourself in the mirror, tweezers in hand as you glare at all of the mini hairs conspiring against you, wanting you to have a unibrow. You furiously tweeze the area between your two eyebrows, pausing every once in awhile to analyze your work. By the time you've done the area around your eyebrows, your eyes are watery with tears.

Just as you're about to finish, you notice one very dark baby hair under your left eyebrow. Okay, you try to blink away the tears so you can focus. Just this one last hair. Right as you begin to pinch the tweezers together, the bathroom door swings open making you jump and pinch some of your skin instead of the hair.

"Y/N have you seen- oh my god," Steve begins, but his eyes widen when he sees you. "Why are you crying? What happened? How can I help?"

Steve's hands are on you instantly, spinning you around so that you're forced to look into his, now worried, ocean blue eyes.

"Stevie, I'm fine," you coo, trying your hardest to conceal your laughter.

"You are absolutely not fine, your eyes are red! Are you bleeding?" He pulls your face closer to his so that he can analyze the spot where you inevitably clipped your skin.

"I was doing my eyebrows." You're a mess of giggles now as you watch your adorable, idiot boyfriend assess your completely nonexistent wounds.

"I don't understand. You were doing what to your eyebrows?" His own eyes crinkle in confusion as he gently runs his fingers over the irritated area of your skin.

"I was plucking them, babe." You hold up the tweezers as your defense, an innocent smile on your lips.

Now he's super confused, eyebrows furrowed and nose crinkling a bit.

"B-But... you're bleeding," he mumbles, staring at the tweezers in your hand like they're some sort of weapon.

"Yeah because you busted in here like some hooligan and scared me half to death which made me pinch my skin!" You try to scold him but you're still laughing at his stare-down with the small, metal object between your fingers.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, huh?" His eyes are no longer worried but amused as he removes the tweezers from your hand and takes a step forward.

"Yes!" You squeak as he picks you up like you're as light as a feather and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you back into your bedroom. All-the-while he watches you with a grin because you can't stop laughing uncontrollably.

"For the record," he starts, laying you down on the bed as he looks down at you. "I liked your eyebrows without all of the 'plucking.'"

"That's probably because I always pluck them without you knowing, you sap," you roll your eyes, pulling him down by his waist so he's practically planking over you on the bed. You lean in to connect your lips but he pulls away making you frown.

"I don't think you should hurt yourself like that anymore," he says, a half-smirk on his perfect lips and despite wanting to kiss him so bad to make him shut up, you push him off of you so he falls down on the bed rather confused. "Wait, where are you going?"

"To go back to the tweezers, they might hurt me but at least they aren't annoying."

He sits up on the bed suddenly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him so that you're standing in between his legs next to the bed. He cups your face gently forcing your eyes to meet and you melt like a damn scoop of ice cream on a hot day. Every. Time.

"You, my dear, aren't going anywhere." Suddenly his hands are on your waist, flipping you onto the bed effortlessly which takes your breath away. "I might just have to kiss all of that pain away."

You chuckle and find yourself swimming in those ocean blue eyes of his, his body gently resting against yours.

"It did hurt pretty badly," you fake-pout, finally catching his intoxicating lips in yours. "We might be here awhile."

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okay but is it just me or would steve be horribly confused about why someone would want to pluck their eyebrows?

let me know if you liked it xx