Marvel // GIF Imagines

38.

IMAGINE YOU AND STEVE TRYING TO COOK DINNER TOGETHER BUT IT FAILING HORRIBLY.

You were laughing, curled up on the sofa in the middle of the compound's common room. Stomach clenching, can't breathe, no holding it back cackling when you caught the look on your best friend's face.

"What?" Steve asked, his nose crinkling and his lips tugging a smile.

Feeling your cheeks turn red, you turned your gaze away. "I- I- I - nothing," you stammered, somewhat flustered.

Shaking you, he challenged you. "Well, now you have to tell me."

"Uh...I'm still trying to figure out why you didn't go with the team," you lied, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

And suddenly you couldn't breathe again for an entirely different reason.

Little did you know, he loved you. He was so afraid of losing someone he truly loved again. That's why he had never told someone he adored you. However, he knew someday he would have to tell you how did he feel. But when?

Maybe he would get the chance that night.

Gathering courage, Steve let his hands touch yours from behind, making your stomach skip a few beats. Slowly Steve's chin settled on your shoulder, watching you closely, curiously even. You quickly looked away in panic.

"Come on, let's make dinner," you said, trying to get rid of his grip. "They're probably coming home by now."

You marched over to the kitchen, ready to make dinner for the whole team. Shamelessly, you ogled at Steve, who was still curled up on couch. At least, it was shameless until he turned around and caughtyou staring.

'Dammit', you thought as you closed the fridge doors. Taking all the vegetables to the counter, you took the knife and with a deep sigh began to cut them.

"So, what are you going to cook?" he asked, entering the kitchen.

Feeling his steps behind you, you stopped your doings and looked sideways at him. "Uh...soup? Any other suggestion?" you said, and laughed at your silly statement.

"Want some help? Perhaps–"

"Don't," you stopped him on his tracks. "Don't make this harder, Steve."

"What?" he inquired, frowning. As you swallowed your replies, he took you by your arm and turned you around. "Y/N, look at me. Hey, look at me!" he said searching your eyes. "What's wrong?"

At the verge of breaking down, you replied, "This! This is wrong! We were okay, and then this happened."

As soon as it hit him, he released you. He began to pace a few steps away from you, scratching his neck with his hand.

"What I mean is that you're..." you waved a hand at the general splendour of Steve. "You're my best friend, why would you pick me?"

A soft, if slightly incredulous, smile crossed their friends lips. Steve caught your gesturing hands, bringing them to their lips, drawing them closer. "I want you. I really do. Listen, when I look at you...I'm home. And I've gone so long feeling so alone...you make me feel like I'm not alone. I don't want that to go away."

You managed to nod dumbly, shedding tears that were welling up in your eyes.

Suddenly, Steve jumped in his place and hurried to the hobs. "Y/N!" Turning around to look what was going on, you saw him mixing the soup desperately. You rushed to his side and looked into the pot. The soup was already burnt. "Seems like we shouldn't have had that talk."

"Nonsense. You'd better start preparing a speech for everyone," you said, still looking into the pot