Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

Surprise Me - Pt.1/2

Thanks to your friend, you got a job as a P.A. to a director she often works with. With a little help from lady fortune, you actually ended up on set... where Captain America's PSAs for school kids are being filmed.

So... the chances are that you're gonna screw up, especially when interacting with Captain Rogers himself.

To be fair, it's not your fault the lines are so damn funny.

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My apologies, I only watched all the Captain's PSAs recently. Kudos to Chris Evans for keeping a straight face for at least one shot so they could use it. I think it actually beats his cameo in Thor: Dark World and that means a lot, because adore that one :)

Also, I'm really sorry for the not-so-original title. It was of the are-you-kidding-me-I-have-to-give-this fic-a-title-isn't-it-enough-that-I-wrote-that-damn-thing kind of situations.

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Ch1: A dancing monkey

"Hi, I'm Captain America and I'm here to talk about one of the most important weapons in any soldier's arsenal: math."

You snorted silently, quickly turning away from the source and covering your mouth in order to disguise the noise as a cough.

You hoped with your whole heart that your little outburst went unnoticed, because otherwise, you would be so fired.

You had got the gig of being director Michael Pratt's P.A. thanks to your good friend, who had managed to put a good word about a girl in her last year in college, who was very hardworking and a quick learner – hint: you – and was more than willing to take the insane hours with almost zero breaks. With Abby handling the sound during the filming of something they called 'Rappin with Cap' and the director having good experience with her so far, he had believed her.

So here you were, on set, enslaved by the director, but also seeing the world's first superhero in person, fully in his... costume? and his short sketches they were meant to be perfectly serious, but mostly had your roaring with laugher. You weren't sure whether it was the fact he seemed utterly uncomfortable (and very cute) between the takes, nearly blushing as if he knew exactly how ridiculous the lines were, or the lines themselves.

"As a soldier and an Avenger, I've seen many exciting things. But you know what's really exciting? Reading!" he exclaimed, continuing the take and you muffled the roar of laugher, curling onto yourself and hiding behind the nearest corner as tears sprang from your eyes.

Thinking about it again, maybe the exhaustion was taking its toll on you and you were slowly getting insane with nearly six hours on your feet nonstop, doing the most basic tasks for a guy who was too lazy to get a coffee by himself – you were a bit surprised he was able to take a piss without your help.

You were drying your tears, trying your best to calm down and put on a mask of an obedient modern slave (aka P.A.), when you heard the loud claps.

"Alright, people, let's have a lunch break, an hour and half. I want you everyone back here by half past one," Pratt called out loudly in his favourite bossy tone. You weren't sure if an official break was a good thing – it didn't apply for you. "And I mean every— where the hell is-"

Your heart jumped to your throat and you nearly ran to your boss' side, almost knocking him down with the speed you had to gear up.

"Right here, Mr. Pratt. What can I do for you?"

He slammed few papers to your chest. "I made some modifications. Make copies for everyone and distribute it.... go!"

"Yes, Mr. Pratt," you said dutifully, spinning on your heels and uttered a silent sarcastic 'sir' no one could hear. "I'll get right on it..."