Avengers [One Shots]

Damn Right [Sam Wilson x Reader]

F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice breaking the peaceful silence of the kitchen to inform you that the coffee was ready brought you back from the trance you had been in for the past minutes.

You stood up lazily, not even bothering to pick your phone from the counter, and poured yourself a cup of the brown liquid your body couldn't function in the morning without, the smell reaching your nostrils and bringing a tired smile to your lips.

You hated to admit it, and you would definitely never say it out loud, but Stark knew his coffee.

Seeing movement from the corner of your eye, you turned your head just in time to see Steve marching into the room, Sam following seconds after.

"Morning," you casually greeted, focusing on opening the carton of milk that you had previously taken out of the fridge and on pouring the right amount in your mug.

"Good morning." Steve flashed you a quick yet sincere smile before descending the short steps into the living area, disappearing from your field of vision.

"Hey." Sam approached you lazily, his hands coming to rest on your hips. Expert digits brought you closer, and he lowered his face so your lips could meet.

You smiled into the kiss, the gesture,simple as it was, still awakening a flutter of butterflies in your stomach, and followed him with your eyes when he stepped to the side to get a hold of the coffee pot.

Steve caught your attention though, the blond reappearing in the kitchen with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his face, and you tapped Sam's arm for him to turn around and observe the scene before you.

"Have you seen my jacket? I thought I left it in here." Steve questioned.

You blinked a couple of times, your tired brain trying to remember if you had indeed seen the piece of clothing, but shook your head barely seconds later. Sam just shrugged.

"I can offer you some coffee though," you offered, motioning with your cup towards the pot Sam had just abandoned on the counter.

Your friend waved a hand in the air as his eyes scanned the kitchen's surfaces. "No, thanks. I'm out as soon as I find my jacket."

You tilted your head curiously, wondering why Steve was suddenly so attached to a piece of clothing when you had seen him survive weeks with just a pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms.

"Where you going, Cap?" Sam tossed an arm over your shoulders, and you looked up at him, the corners of your mouth quirking up softly.

"I found this really nice cafeteria not far from here and I want to go before we head out."