Marvel And Melanated Imagines (ongoing)

murder on my mind | steve rogers

(a/n: am i being too forward to say that i want chris evans to crush my skull like a watermelon between his thighs? 😣)

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care TCB." Your socked feet glided easily over the tile floor of the kitchen as you belted along to the music into a spatula.

Clint joined in with a chorus of "sock it to me"s in his own microphone, a wooden spoon.

Your mission had gone spectacularly well so both of you were in good moods. After sleeping for most of it, Clint suggested cooking dinner with the fully stocked kitchen Tony had on this jet. You'd enthusiastically agreed: you loved cooking after missions. It was therapeutic.

Together, you'd made the best spaghetti you'd ever had. It may have just seemed that way because you were starving and in a good mood, but you chose to believe you could be a chef if you wanted.

Now you were just clearing and cleaning the dishes. The jet was minutes away from landing.

"Hey, that's cold Legolas!" You exclaimed as Clint flicked some water in your direction. You grabbed the faucet and extended it to spray back at him.

"Stop it." He held out his hands in front of his face, but you could still see a smile. It degraded into a full fledged water fight in a matter of moments.

You sat on the floor, panting, soaking wet, and out of breath from laughing. 

"Jeez, the tile is freezing." You hopped up to your feet. Then you realized why the tile was so cold on your butt - you weren't wearing pants.

There was one itsy bitsy accident during your mission and it involved getting your post-mission bags stolen. This left you and Clint without comfy clothes to change into after your battle with aliens. You were both covered in goop and quickly decided you'd rather be in your underwear than wear your disgusting uniforms for the entire flight.

"Wait? Did we land?"

"You've been at the Avengers Tower for approximately seven minutes already." An automated voice helpfully informed you through the speaker system.

You smiled. You were excited to see your boyfriend again.

Speak of the devil.

You grabbed your dirty uniform off the table and spun around to see your boyfriend just entering the room. You didn't even notice Clint's eyes widen and his face pale.

"Stevie!" You rushed up to him and leapt into his arms. You planted a kiss on his lips. "I missed you so much!" You kissed him again. "Also, it's Clint's fault you're wet now."

Steve chuckled. "I missed you too muffin. Any particular reason you decided to just hang out in the jet after landing?"

Clint gulped. Captain America has caught him panting and soaking wet in his underwear with his girlfriend. He silently prayed that the impact of the punch wouldn't shatter his jaw.

"I didn't realize we had landed." Steve had a fond look in his eyes as he gazed into yours. He put you down to let you gather the rest of your things. Then he stepped toward Clint.

Clint flinched, But Steve had just extended a hand to help the archer off the floor. He was still in a good mood. Clint was confused. "Do I even want to know?" Steve gestures over Clint's form.

"We definitely followed all mission protocols, Captain." You cut in and winked. You were back with stuff in hand. You pulled at Steve's shirt and flashed your best pleading look. He let you pull it off and put it on yourself. It was large enough to cover all of your torso.

"I need a shower." You stated and raised an eyebrow suggestively, grabbing Steve's hand in the process.

"Are you okay man?" Steve turned a concerned face toward Clint. "Usually you'd be making cracks about flirting in public by now."

You considered that and nodded. Clint looking uncomfortable.

"We aren't wearing clothes because the aliens took them and we were out of breath because of a water fight and singing while doing the dishes. I wasn't hitting on anyone." Clint blurted out so fast the words strung together. He rose his hand in surrender.

"Does that mean you're uninjured?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

"Alright. Take care of yourself." Steve nodded at Clint before letting himself be pulled off for a shower.

Clint just stared in awe. Steve trusted you so completely. It was amazing. He hadn't even felt the need to interrogate you about what happened, despite being in a clearly compromising situation. 

He'd never really seen many healthy relationships: his parents hadn't set a good example and fellow spies weren't exactly known for their abilities in long term relationships. The only thing that came close was Pepper and Tony, and they still had big fights about Ironman.

A smile crept across his face. My family is happy.