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

The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.6/7

6. ...with the A-team

Steve took you to lunch. Natasha had been kind enough to lend you some clothes so you didn't look like Steve's trophy; he might have looked a bit disappointed if you were being honest, but you suspected Natasha had chosen the clothes with great care and intention to keep Steve's eyes on you,, because you actually didn't look half-bad, simple summer dress along with matching shoes more suitable for a walk than the ones you had worn to the party.

And certainly, Steve didn't forget to tell you looked beautiful. You felt like a princess; I seemed Steve had been serious when saying he had plan on spoiling you. Not that you were complaining. There was just that little annoying voice in the back of your head, reminding you that all of this was too perfect to be true, that there must have been something hiding behind a corner, waiting to cast a shadow over your happiness.

You learned more about Steve's life in the past. He appeared to be telling you even slightly embarrassing things. When you called him out on it, teasing, the tips of his ears went pink and he enlightened you. Apparently, he was ninety eight percent sure it would come to Truth or Dare during the game afternoon and he wanted to get things out in private so you weren't too taken aback.

That you understood, deciding to reciprocate the gesture and surprisingly... it wasn't awful.

It actually turned out to be an awfully great idea, because Steve wasn't wrong.

The game afternoon started with highly intellectual Scrabble, interestingly in a version for more players with bigger board, which fascinated you. You weren't necessarily bad at it, but it was hard to compete with a man who had seven PhD.'s. Still, you had fun.

And then it came. Truth or Dare.

"I start!" Tony exclaimed, his eyes immediately falling on you. Oh no. You should have seen this coming. "Truth or dare?"

You eyed Steve warily, hoping for a clue. He just shook his head. "I don't think it really matters, doll. You'll suffer ether way."

You snorted, hoping no one could see how horrified you were at that statement.

"Alright. I honestly dread your dares. I'll go with truth."

"Good. Fuck, Marry, Kill. With the Avengers."

"Boo!" Clint called out. "Boring. Obvious choice for at least one of those things."

You bit your lip. Yeah, it probably was. Just as you opened your mouth to tell who would you marry (not that he wouldn't be your choice for one more and you weren't thinking Kill), Tony interjected.

"Ah-ah! No Cap. Avengers minus Cap!" he ordered, causing you to gape.

How dared he!

You bit your cheek, considering an answer and suddenly, another of the three became obvious.

"Firstly – fuck you, Tony, for such a question," you hissed playfully, drawing a laugh from Natasha and Clint. You smirked in satisfaction, your mind racing.

"Hm... I guess that if can't pick the obvious choice, I'd marry Thor." Steve gasped at your side, pretending to be wounded. You shoved him, grinning. "Come on. From what I saw, Asgardians clearly know how to treat their women. And lastly... huh. Do I have to?"

"Yep. Spill. Unless you want to lose already."

"Ugh, fine. Can I... kill the Hulk, but let Bruce live?" you mumbled, earning a smile from Natasha and the man in question.

"I call bullshit!"

"I call her smart. You did say the Avengers. It's her turn," Bruce opposed Tony, rushing to your rescue since you had been so generous to him.