Marvel Character Oneshots

Boundaries! ~ steve rogers x reader

{this story is set in the beginning of The Avengers}

You'd lived with the Avengers for a while now. About six months. You and Natasha were very good friends. Clint was great, and always brought you cookies when you needed them. Bruce kept to himself, working alone in his lab or helping Tony with his next gadget or suit. Tony himself acted like your father, which was flattering and annoying at the same time. You were an adult, so it's not like you needed to be babysat!

Steve...
Now he was another story. You and him were an unstoppable team in missions, but back in the Avengers HQ, when life turned normal, you hated each others guts. You were overly competitive and constantly challenged one another. You had been born with super strength and speed, making you his equal. He hated it. Or loved it, you were never sure.

"Rogers," you warned, nostrils flared. "I swear, if you use my cup again, I'm going to snap that fucking shield of yours in half."

His eyebrows arched up his forehead. He sat on the couch lazily, your favourite coffee mug in his hand, filled to the brim with the hot, sweet beverage. "I'd like to see you try!"

Rage flowed through you like lava. You clenched your fists and closed your eyes for a moment. Opening them with a sickly-sweet smile on your face, you waltzed up to him and took the cup, much to his amazement.

You stood right in front of him, your legs between his, and took a long sip from his coffee. You held his gaze, fire storming in your eyes. He smirked at you, his eyes slowly trailing down your body. You were about to leave for the gym in your sports bra and leggings. Suddenly, you felt exposed and uncomfortable.

Draining your mug, you gulped loudly for effect and shoved it back at him.

"Hey, watch the boundaries, (Y/N)!" He laughed at you, making your irritation flare.

You stared pointedly at him with your arms crossed. You couldn't help noticing his muscles tauten as he crossed his arms to mock you. You rolled your eyes and walked off, grabbing your fleece and keys off the table, ignoring his sniggering.

"See you later, douche bag," you called out to him. "Thanks for the coffee!"

You almost crashed into Pepper as she greeted you and slid into the open-plan kitchen-come-living room for breakfast. She eyed you suspiciously as you sped out the door just in time to miss a cushion Steve threw at you.

"HEY - THOSE ARE DECORATIVE SCATTER CUSHIONS, ROGERS! NOT WEAPONS!"

You giggled and met Natasha outside the building, ready to gym your brains out.

*

After a long morning of harsh training, you walked across the empty entrance hall of Avengers HQ to your room. You let your hair out of its tie and shook it out. You reached for your doorknob. Something flickered in your peripheral vision. A red, white and blue suit.

"Steve," you acknowledged, turning to his righteousness, leaning against the wall a few meters away from your door. He smiled at you. Damn that smile, you cursed, biting your lip.

"My dear (Y/N)." He started to walk towards you. You frowned at him. "I was thinking."

He was right in front of you. Your back was against the door. "That's rare," you retorted.

He laughed, placing a hand on the door next to your head. Your breath caught in your throat. He looked down at you, smirking his adorable smirk. You breathed out sharply, annoyed, trying your best to ignore his toned, beefy arm right next to you, and his broad chest so close if you stepped forward an inch, you'd bump straight into him.