Chris Evans One Shots and Imagines

The Winter Soldier Effect - Steve Rogers

The bright morning sunshine was gleaming through the window of a partly opened curtain. I groaned loudly into the pillow with an unfamiliar scent. Maybe I changed my shampoo I told myself sitting up, stretching my arms above my head, hearing the crack of my bones.

My eyes partly closed I zombie walked into the nearby bathroom, I splashed the cold water over my face in attempt to wake myself up. I felt a little frustrated I couldn't remember anything from last night, not even getting into bed. I looked down at my body and saw I was currently wearing a larger white shirt. "What the hell?" I furrowed my eyebrows and chuckled to myself before making my way back to the bedroom. Rubbing my eyes continuously, I looked across the room and froze my movements, the other side of the bed my sparring partner and leader Steve Rogers was there sleeping, my heart began racing and my stomach began doing somersaults with a combination of butterflies fluttering.

My heartbeat was beating so hard against my rib cage I could hear it beating unsteadily in my ears. What have I done? What did we do? Why can't I remember any of this? Is this a dream? My thoughts came back when the sleeping body stirred awake. I realized this was Steve's room. Why was I in his room wearing his shirt?

I can feel my body shaking as I'm desperately holding the hem of the shirt down on my legs, I couldn't even tell anyone if I was currently wearing underwear or not. I didn't know. My whole body was numb.

Over the last couple of months, Steve took me under his wing and started training me with other team members. I tagged along in missions, and gradually we grew closer and closer, making his team suspicious if we were a couple. But of course we weren't, Steve made it clear this was professional only. He just wanted to do his job.

Steve popped his head up and smirked. "Good morning Y/N! You look really beautiful in my shirt" he chuckled. I felt my cheeks burn up like a furnace and my emotions ran all over the place. Frozen in place, not daring to move a muscle.

"What... What happened last..night..Steve?" I asked confused, my voice hoarse and my knees threatening to buckle any minute. Steve looked confused, and a bit hurt? "You don't remember what happened?" he asks sitting on the edge of the bed, scratching the top of his blond streaks, again not daring myself to look to see if he's even wearing anything.

"No I don't remember. Did we drink? Was I drugged? What happened?" I look to the floor to see my clothes scattered about, panic rising inside my chest.

"What? Why can't you remember? It was just last night! You must remember Y/N because you're no way gonna label me as anything in front of the team!" Steve raises his voice and quickly stands up to exit the bedroom, "I'll see you down at the gym." He says without looking over his shoulder and shuts the door behind him.

After I make it back to my own room, even more confused and showered thoroughly I stop by the communal kitchen and grabbed two ice cold waters from the refrigerator and a couple of protein bars, whatever happened I must continue as normal and keep to the routine so it doesn't arouse suspicion amongst his team.

I stood silently outside of the training room door, a part of me needed to get the training done, the other part of me just wanting to run and hide from Steve. I began to feel nauseous and my insides were shaking with frustration. No matter how hard I try I can't remember anything from last night, it made me more confused that Steve knew what happened and refused to tell me anything.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doors open slowly and walked inside. Steve was already in the ring sparring with Bucky, oh great I huffed walking over to the bench and taking a seat. "Here's your water, Cap" I said setting the items down beside me. Steve smirked and nodded his head, I rolled my eyes, wrapping the bandages around my wrist and knuckles, gliding myself over in the furthest corner away from the super soldiers, I began to pathetically punch at the punching bag.
"You know Y/N, you were so beautiful beneath my sheets, and of course withering under me." he whispered in my ear, startling me. I turned around with a huff and he smirked.

"Why won't you tell me what happened Steve?" I plead, lowering my voice when I glanced over Steve's shoulder and noticing Bucky was standing by the bench taking a mouthful of water, trying to listen intently to what we were whispering about.
"Why don't you remember?" Steve answers mirroring my lowered voice. A lot of thoughts popped into my mind. I was so shocked about the situation. Steve faced me and his eyes furrowed with frustration. I really didn't know what happened, I don't remember where I was, what I was doing. I sighed in defeat, and walked out of the training room, leaving a confused Steve to his thoughts.

The whole day Steve was teasing me about last night, mimicking the sounds I apparently made, which kinda bought some perceptive back. I couldn't wait for this day to be over.

It wouldn't be so over soon, though. Tony had conveniently organized a movie night for all of the avengers.
"If everyone is here, let's begin" Tony said, playing the movie. I was sat in the middle of Wanda and Nat. Steve, Bucky and Sam sat opposite us, and Clint, Bruce and Thor decided to sit on the floor. I threw quick glances to Steve, he stared in my direction smirking.

It was the middle of the movie when I began to remember more of what did happen. As though my memory suddenly came back to life. My eyes widen with shock and fear, I remember we undressed each other, I can remember him on top of me, I can remember the party we attended, I remember the heated kiss.

My hand covers my mouth, my breathing becomes irregular and my vision is cloudy. "I remember!" I stood up shouting, before I could stop myself the words flew out of my mouth. The whole room stared up at me confused and it became awkwardly silent when Tony pauses the movie momentarily. I looked back to Steve who was surprised by my outburst for a moment and a smirk grew on his lips.

"That's called the winter Soldier effect" he smirks wider, resting his arm on the back of the couch, nodding his head back and forth feeling pleased with himself.

I sunk back down into my seat, covering my face with my hands with embarrassment.

Natasha elbowed me in my ribs gently, I turned to look at her through my fingers, and she was wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen her wear, "so what happened last night?" Whispered loud enough for just me to hear, "I thought Steve was giving you wrestling lessons" she chuckled shaking her head slightly.