Avengers Imagines

1 - Steve Rodgers

Warnings: language ofc
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Throwing pillows around the house in search of my keys, I finally spot them on the hardwood floor next to my tv stand. I snatch them off the floor and grab my purse, double-checking that my resume is tucked safely in it, before slamming the door of my apartment shut.

"Y/N! What have I told you about slamming the doors!" my super yells down from the floor above.

"Sorry! Running late as usual," I yell in response as I beeline down the stairs and to the lobby. I swing the door open and suddenly hear a thud followed by a groan.

"Crap!" I say as I see someone doubled over and clutching their face. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, oh I'm so sorry," I rush out.

"Hey, hey. It's all right. I should've watched where I was going instead of trying to figure out this stupid device" he says as he waves his phone in the air with his free hand. I attempt to stifle a laugh as I grab the small pack of Kleenex from my purse, careful not to drop my papers.

"Here, let me see your nose," I insist as I pull the tissues out and ready to clean up his bloody nose. As he removes his hand from his nose I let out a small gasp as his crystal blue eyes and perfect smile are aimed towards me.

"Is it that bad?" he asks as he crinkles his eyebrows and looks down at his feet.

I giggle, "No, I just didn't expect someone with a bloody and possibly broken nose to still look so good." A blush creeps into his cheeks as he smiles again.

"It's not every day you get smacked in the face by a door and it so happens to be a beautiful doll like yourself who opened it," he responds back and his blush gets even redder. I feel my cheeks start to burn and smirk at him.

"Yea. I'm sorry about that," I say as I reach up and dab at the blood running from his nose. I place some tissue on his nose as I use my other hand to raise his chin up and lean his head back. I squeeze his nose, trying not to hurt him too much but also trying to stop the blood from continuing to run down his face.

"So, is there a reason you slammed a door in my face or were you just bored?" the tall man laughs as he asks the question. I gasp which is quickly followed by a groan as I realize why I was in such a hurry.

"Yea. I had this job interview that would have been a great opportunity because it not only pays really well but also I would've been working side by side with an idol of mine. But it's not important now because no one in their right mind is going it hire a woman who is," I pause to glance at my watch on my wrist, "now 17 minutes late." The man brings his face down to look at me with sympathetic eyes as if he was thinking it was his fault that I was running late.

"Maybe I can walk you to your job interview, now that my nose has stopped bleeding, and put in a good word for you," he says with hope and determination, clearly not going to take no for an answer.

"Your'e way to kind to someone who almost just broke your nose with a door," I giggle and shake my head not believing how much of a gentleman he was being. "I never caught your name," I say as I furrow my eyebrows.

"Rodgers. Steve Rodgers." he says, taking my hand and placing a light, almost non-existent, kiss onto my hand.

"Wow. Your parents must have been big fans of Captain America to name you after him," I joke expecting to see him laugh but I'm only met with a straight and confused face.

He leans down to whisper into my ear, "That's because I am Captain America." He pulls his face away from my ear to see my wide eyes and smile.

"I'm one lucky girl then. The names (L/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." I say as I drag him to my job interview.

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