Marvel Character Oneshots

Treasure ~ steve rogers x reader

{this story is set after the Battle of New York at a press event for the Avengers}

Cameras flash all around you, Steve and the Avengers. Your smile is bright as you hold onto Steve's arm tightly. You look over at him and almost giggle at his shy grin. He catches your eye and winks. A blush rises to your cheeks as you hear the paparazzi go crazy.

"Over here, Captain!"

"To your right, Rogers!"

"Out the way little lady, we want Cap -"

Steve whips his head around and glares at the cameraman. The man freezes.

"Excuse me? If you want a picture of me, you'll just have to be satisfied to have (Y/N) in it too."

There's cheering from the surrounding fans. You squeeze his arm. You remember your and Steve's first date. You'd met him in a sweet little corner cafe in Manhattan. You had been frightfully nervous, not even sure why a superhero would ask you out. He'd been such a gentleman the entire afternoon; taking your chair out for you, holding your hand when you walked out, and giving you a small kiss on your cheek when you said goodbye.

He drove you crazy. After that first day, you thought of nothing but him. The next time you'd seen each other, he beamed at you, giving you the cuddliest hug you'd ever had. That was one of the main reasons you loved him so much, he gave the absolute best hugs and cuddles.

You remember your next date vividly, it had been one of your favourites. He came to pick you up from your apartment in a suit and tie with a bunch of lilies. You'd especially bought a beautiful corn-blue dress for the occasion. When you'd opened the door to him, he froze, mouth gaping. 

He took you all around New York for the night. A wonderful romance in the nearest cinema had made you feel hopelessly romantic for the remainder of the evening. It had seemed like Steve had been feeling the same as he took you to a stunning rustic restaurant for supper. The music in the restaurant was slow and such a pleasure to listen to. The quiet ambiance made silence almost preferable. 

It was that night that you realised you were completely, utterly, and irrevocably in love with him. It was a memory that you'd cherish forever...

You slide into the booth next to him, giggling softly at his previous joking remark. He shifts close to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. You smell the soft cologne on his neck. You lean your head onto his shoulder, sighing.

"This place is lovely, I'm glad I picked it," he murmurs, glancing down at you. 

"Me too," you reply, looking into his deep blue eyes. You lose your bearings for a moment and don't hear the waitress asking what you'd like to drink. Luckily, Steve looks up at her, tearing his eyes away from yours. Your blush almost shines through your light makeup but you face the waitress confidently, like you hadn't noticed. 

After ordering, you and Steve sit quietly. He intertwines his fingers with yours on the table. You squeeze his hand. He looks at you, a giddy smile on his face. Your heart starts to beat faster. You can feel his too. You sit up straighter and lean in slightly. He breathes out, his warm breath on your face. You place your other hand on his thigh. His gaze flicks to your lips and back up to your eyes. You smile.

He gently places his lips on yours, cupping your face with a hand. You feel a rush of energy surge through your bloodstream as you kiss back. You melt into him, using every ounce of effort you have to press closer to his comfortable warmth. He breaks away for a split second to breath and tilts your face to the other side. He kisses you again. You can't stand the slow tenderness, wanting nothing than to devour him completely.

You grasp onto his tie and put more pressure onto his mouth. He inhales through his nose sharply, taking your hint. He pulls away from your intertwined hands and holds your waist. Your heart races, your fingers tremble. He kisses you more passionately, more deeply, like you'd finally given him permission to.

The doorbell to the restaurant dings in the background, giving you a fright. Steve chuckles as you break apart. You smile widely at him and let go of his tie. He doesn't stop staring at you, like you were the only thing in his whole world. Your heart aches with pleasure. You peck him quickly as the waitress sets your drinks onto the table.

"I think I love you," he whispers into your ear. You freeze. You look up at him. He smiles.

You laugh in disbelief. "I think I love you too," you mutter, ignoring the waitress on the other side of the table.

He kisses your forehead. "You're my treasure."

You grin as you recall him saying that. It was Steve's intimate name for you. He never said it loudly in the company of other people. It's your special name, something he wants to keep between the two of you. You stare up at him as he smiles for the cameras. You reach up and kiss his cheek.

"Yes! More, (Y/N)! More!"

Steve turns his head to speak into your ear. "Well, my treasure, should we give them more?"

Goosebumps erupt on the skin of your neck. You nod excitedly.

Steve holds onto your waist and places a finger under your chin. The crowd is catching on and they start chanting.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

You laugh. Tony rolls his eyes at the two of you, but smiles. Natasha watches you, a suggestive smirk on her face. You look back at Steve. 

"Here goes nothing."

And he kisses you. 

You're glad you closed your eyes, because the bright camera flashes scorch your eyelids. The noise from the paparazzi and fans is deafening. You can hear claps from the Avengers. A loud wolf-whistle from Tony makes you break apart and start laughing.

You look around at your new-found family, happiness settling inside you.

This is where you belong, here with Steve and a team of extraordinary beings who love you for who you are and treat you with respect. 

Perfect, you think.

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{i'm open to any requests for a part two! :3}