(Steve Rogers X Reader): Warning feelings/fluff/angst
Hey everyone! Happy Fourth of July!!! And happy birthday to our lovely handsome hunk Steven Grant Rogers!
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**(Oof... we love a spiky haired and determined sexy looking Steve Rogers🥵🥵😭🤤❤️)**
I have another chapter that was MEANT to be posted today for this specific holiday because it encompasses Steve's birthday, but hopefully it'll be finished tonight. Thank you all for reading and stay up to date for more! ~~~~~~~~~~~
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"This is Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Bucky. And that's Dr. Strange, Wanda, Vision, and Sam. We are the Avengers. We're sort of like a team. It's what we like to call ourselves."
Tony stood introducing the newest edition into the family. Standing awkwardly because she felt so out of place, her shortness never being able to compare. All the tall and buff bodies surrounding her was intimidating. She couldn't help but to gawk at the well defined bodies before her. It was probably wrong to stare. Was it? Maybe it's not the polite thing to do. Then what can she do other than to stare? Seems like the only logical explanation to have at this far in the game. It wasn't like she was making it that obvious, right?
"Yea, I know who you all are. Not that it's not a pleasure, because really! It-It is! I'm just saying, I-I don't think this is what I deserve.." She spoke softly as to not make her sound like a total retard for being dorky. Nervously she messed with the hem of her shirt and shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of the Avengers. Inferiority, that was strong. Submissiveness, stronger. Intimidation? THE MOST strong. Even the red head was taller than her! That was really saying something. What were these people being fed? Super growth food? Buildings! They were as tall as buildings! There was no way she had to have been the shortest person in the room.
"Y/n, you may have had a rough week. And these might not be the right words, but I assure you. We've all had our fair share of mistakes. Things we can't change and apologies way past overdue for our mishaps. But, you're just as welcome to our home and family as the rest of us..." the blonde stared carefully with his ocean eyes. It seemed so unreal to her that his eyes could tell such a story. So drawn in and yet so far away. That face was unreal! That face was way too perfect to be a soldier, no plausible way. After being put through war after war, there had to be some kind of blemish. Yet not a single mark, scratch, scar or blemish. At the most she could do was only get lost in those blue eyes. Never even taking the story to his lips, it just seemed almost.. nice. Structured to the gods, Steve had to be perfected by the gods. And those broad shoulders!! How is that even humanly possible? Super serum or not, this man had to get jumped 400 times a day by passing cougars. He physically and literally dripped with sex appeal. Who could blame them though, he sure was dreamy.
