tom holland/peter parker and steve rogers oneshots

on your left- steve rogers

(a/n: i'm currently in japan so my updates will be infrequent due to the fact that i'm traveling, sorryyy)

It was a quiet, breezy morning, and you were in the middle of a nice, long sleep when someone suddenly burst through your door.

"Whaddayawant," you grumbled, pulling the blankets over your head and covering your ears with your pillow.

"Wake up, Y/N. It's Friday," Steve, your best friend's, voice answered. "Didn't you make a promise that we'd go running together?"

"Just ten more minutes," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm tired."

"I know how much you want to race against me...so we can race..." he bribed you. "You have been waiting a while for one, after all."

"Okay, okay," you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. "But I should probably remind myself not to let you barge in here at 5:30 in the morning."

That was a mistake you were sure to never make again. When someone as motivated and determined as Captain America came bursting into your room at the crack of dawn it didn't exactly put you in the best mood.

Even though you did, maybe sort of, have feelings for him. Because nobody ruined your beauty sleep.

"Fifteen minutes, then meet me at the front door, sleepyhead," he called as he walked out of your room.

To be honest, the only reasons why you willed yourself to get up out of bed were to 1: race against him because you were one of the most competitive people in the compound and 2: see him in a tight T-shirt.

That was all.

You quickly slipped on your sports bra, tank top, and leggings before putting your phone in your pocket and spreading sunscreen across your face.

As promised, Steve was waiting at the front door, in a T-shirt that showed off his well-defined muscles and training sweatpants that showed off his equally muscular legs. It took a lot of self-control for you not to sigh right there upon the sight of him, but somehow, you managed.

A smirk crawled its way onto his face. "You ready to get crushed, Y/L/N?"

"Ah ah ah, don't get over-confident, Captain," you warned, wagging a finger at him. "Let's go."

You two were just about to head out the door when a voice behind you caused you to stop in your tracks.

"And what are you two going out together for this early in the morning?"

Both of you turned around to see Clint standing there in his PJs, arms crossed and tapping his foot with a mischievous look on his face.

"Running," Steve answered plainly.

"That's romantic. Have fun," and with that, he waved you off.

Weird, you thought to yourself, your cheeks still burning from his comment.

Once you got to the park, Steve pulled out his phone to set the stopwatch. "Alright. Let's see who can reach three miles the fastest. On three."

"Three..." you started.

"Two."

"One. Go!"