Steve Rogers / Reader (2)
- Hi…
You turned around to face the person who was talking to you. You had been hired to be the PR-trainee at Stark-industries just a few months ago and this was the first time you had the chance to meet everyone; the Avengers, that was. You had met Tony Stark and Pepper Potts briefly but since they were always busy, you had been hired by some suit from the army of other suits. The nameless and faceless legion of suits that kept the wheels rolling so the genius, Stark himself, could focus on more important matters.
Now Tony Stark was hosting a party and you of course were also invited. You were wearing a simple dress with a jacket, very official and clean, since you had not known if this was a social gathering or in fact a company event. You turned around and smiled when you noticed that it was Steve Rogers aka Captain America standing there.
- Hello. you answered and nodded as a sign of respect.
- I believe we have not been introduced yet… I am Steve. he said and offered his hand for a handshake.
- I am a new office-rat here at Stark Industries, at your service. you said and shook his hand.
- Office-rat? Like coffee and copies… Steve asked curiously.
- Something like that. you answered because you didn't want to embarrass anyone.
- I’ll take mine with milk and two sugars. Steve replied... or more like joked but he realized that the comment sounded a little belittling. He was about to correct himself but you managed to reply before he had time to do anything.
- Copy that. you said and smiled. You knew that making coffee wasn’t really in your job description but hey, if Captain America himself asks… who are you to say “no”. You knew that you were supposed to become the head of PR after the training was over and that made you a rather important person in the company, but you were not there yet. Not even close. Now you were just a bystander, an outsider looking in, master in hiding ones feelings and personal opinions.
- Have you met everyone yet? he asked after a small silent moment.
- Uhm… no I have not. you answered with a slightly shy smile on your face.
- Come on, let me introduce you to everybody. he said and you followed him to the sofas where the rest of the Avengers were sitting. Steve cleared his throat and stated.
- Listen guys, this is our new coffee-slash-copy-maker… be nice and say hello…
- Hi everyone! you said and raised your hand shyly for a greeting. Tony looked at you, your courage flew out from the window. He was your boss and you had no idea whether you were supposed to be washing dishes or something. But there you were, standing among the heroes.
- I see Rogers, you have met our new head of PR. Tony said and motioned you to sit down. Steve looked embarrassed.
- More like trainee at the moment. you added to prevent any further embarrassments. Steve sat down opposite from you. You were clearly avoiding looking at him, or that was what he thought. You were embarrassed for making Steve embarrassed.
- Shots! Tony shouted and you stood up.
- I’ll go and get them. you said and smiled. You really were an outsider, a nobody among the greatest superstars, you had seen them in the TV when they had been fighting against the alien army… awww shit. You walked to the bar counter and poured shots into small glasses. You lifted the glasses on a tray and took it to the table. Thors hammer was taking all the free space on the table that was in the middle of a round sofa. You, without thinking about it any further, grabbed the handle with one hand, as you balanced the tray in your other hand. You lifted the hammer to the floor and placed the tray on the table. The avengers went silent.
- What? I-I’m sorry… uhm… it was on the way… I’m sorry… you mumbled and looked very apologetically at Thor, who was staring at you. You did not know what to say. It was obvious that you had screwed up, judging by the stares, you had screwed up big time.
- How did you… Thor asked with a surprised tone.
- I’m so sorry… you said and tried to keep your nerves in check. You had forgotten how to breathe and excused yourself. You walked away and took your jacket. Then you glanced at the people over your shoulder as you waited for the lift to arrive. The doors opened finally and drunken suits came out. You went to the elevator and pushed the button to go down. You had no idea what had happened. You had just lifted the hammer off the table. You had been very careful not to hurt anyone, or do any damage to neither the hammer nor the table. The lift stopped. You walked out to the entrance hall, swept your ID-badge so you had officially left the building.
- Have a good night, miss (Y/N). Jarvis said.
- Thank you, likewise. you answered.
The cool night air greeted you as you kept playing the past ten minutes over and over. You closed your jacket and hurried down the street. There were no cabs in sight so you just decided to walk.
In the meantime Tony had ignited a full background check; who were you exactly.
- Shouldn’t you have done this check before you hired her? Clint Barton aka Hawkeye asked.
- Yeah… I did, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about her… not even a speeding ticket. Tony answered with a frustrated groan.
Tony got a message on his screen; (Y/N) has logged off the building.
- Should someone go after her? Thor asked.
- You suspect that she is an enemy? Natasha Romanova aka Black widow asked.
- No… she lifted the hammer, it is not possible that she is an enemy. Thor stated.
- Why then? Tony asked.
- Did you not notice that she looked rather shocked. Thor asked and stood up.
- Stark, can you track her? the God of Thunder asked.
- I have her phone tracked just now… aaa-and now I know where she is. Who goes? Stark asked with a smirk.
- I will. I think it should be me who talks with her. Thor stated, took his hammer from the floor, checked your location from the computer screen and left.
You walked forward. It was late and normally you would had never in million years dared to walk alone downtown New York. Or maybe in the down town yes, but not further away where the silent, dark alleys were. It was windy and you were walking against the wind making you bow your head down. That made it impossible for you to notice a tall blonde Norse demigod who was standing in the street corner.
- My lady… he said. You lifted your head and tried to cover your surprise.
- Sir. you said, stopped and bowed deeply. He walked to you, trying to sense any sign of dishonesty. You looked straight into his eyes, although you did not know if you should or not. You had seen him on TV too and knew that he was a soon-to-be-king.
- I am deeply sorry, I truly am. I hope I did not cause any damage… uhm… you mumbled and turned your gaze elsewhere because you were embarrassed for A)
touching his stuff without permission and B) staring at him so openly, which most likely was very rude in his opinion.
- No-no-no, my lady. How did you do it? Thor asked with a confused, yet curious tone.
- What? you asked immediately.
- How did you lift the hammer? he asked. The question made no sense to you so you did not know what to answer.
- What do you mean “how”? I just… you stammered and sighed because you felt the words getting stuck into your throat.
- Could you do it again? Thor asked.
- I guess… I mean it was heavy… but… you muttered. It was all so confusing and you didn't understand anything!
- Do you mind…? Thor asked as he handed the hammer to you. He was seemingly just checking his pockets out but the truth was that he just wanted to see whether you could lift his hammer again. You held the hammer and gave it back when he reached out his hand. He looked at you doubtfully.
- I-I don’t understand why you’re looking at me like that. you stated with a confused and deeply worried tone.
- Nothing to worry about, my lady. Captain Rogers was just disappointed that you left so suddenly. he lied, he just wanted to change the subject.
- I highly doubt that. you mumbled barely audibly which amused Thor.
- Look, I’m tired. I think it’s going to rain soon and I’m not having my umbrella with me. If you don’t mind… I would like to go home. you said with as polite tone as possible.
- I will walk you there, so you’ll get there safely. Thor said and bowed a little.
- It’s not necessary, sir. It is only a couple of blocks. you stated, although it was a lie. You lived more like a couple of kilometers from the place where you now were.
- Very well. Good night, my lady. Thor said and smiled as he bowed again.
- Good night, sir. you said and continued walking along the silent street. When you got home, you noticed that the door was slightly open.
You had definitely locked it when you had left to the party. You checked the apartment but it was empty. You locked the door and returned to stare at the apartment that had been torn apart. Someone had been there looking for something. You took your work phone and called all the contacts through. No one answered. You fetched a knife from the kitchen, sat down and started to cry.
Suddenly your phone rang. It was Rogers. He was returning your call now that he noticed that you had tried to call him.
- (Y/N). you said as you answered the phone.
- Hi, it’s Steve… You have called.
- I’m sorry to call like this, outside office hours. you said and tried not to sob.
- What is wrong? he asked and sounded worried.
- Nothing… it’s just… I’m sorry… you said and put the knife on the table.
- I’ll come there. Steve stated firmly.
- No… it’s not necessary. I’m sorry… you said and hung up. You did not really want Steve there. You didn’t really want anyone there. You just wanted to clean the place and forget everything since nothing had been even stolen. Thirty minutes passed. There was some broken glass on the floor and as you were trying to collect it, the doorbell rang. You jumped a little and cut yourself. The doorbell rang again.
- It’s Steve… please open the door. he said.
You put the glass pieces away and took a kitchen towel to hide the cut. You walked to the door and opened it. It was Steve Rogers indeed.
- May I come in? he asked.
- Rather not… you answered but he came in anyway.
- Oh shit… he said when he saw the chaos. He never cursed, only when the situation was drastic enough.
- Believe or not… the apartment did not look like this when I left. you stated with a silent, sad tone.
Steve called Tony and asked if he had ordered a full sweep. “Yes” Tony answered. Steve said something about the place being a mess and sending the invoice to him for everything that had been broken. Then he finished the call. He noticed that you were quite shaken and trying to look anything was stolen.
- I’m sorry… but this was Tony Stark. Steve said with an apologetic tone.
- What? you asked and stopped what you were doing. You turned to stare at Steve with a puzzled look on your face.
- He ordered a full sweep and it seems that his employees were not exactly gentle. he explained.
- Oh, no shit? But why? Why would he? you wondered with a puzzled tone.
- It is because of the hammer… Steve commented.
- I don’t understand. you said because nothing what Steve was saying was making any sense in your shocked mind.
- The thing, (Y/N), is that no one, except Thor, can lift the hammer. Steve explained.
- O-okay… you commented, but the truth was that you did not really understand what that meant. It was not making any sense to you.
- But you did… Steve said because you sounded confused.
- Is that some kind of… rule? you asked.
- Yes… kind of. he commented.
- But I did… did I offend him? I assure I did not cause any damage to it… you said and mumbled something about “offending a Norse god, way to go!”
Steve noticed the kitchen towel that had turned slightly red.
- Are you hurt? he asked with a deeply concerned voice.
- What? No… you answered and put the hand behind your back.
- Let me see. he said and walked to you. He offered his hand and looked into your eyes reassuring. You reluctantly showed him your hand. He took carefully the towel away and saw the cut. It wasn’t a large cut, but there were still some small pieces of glass in it. He walked you to the sink in the kitchen and turned on the tap. He held your hand on his palm when he took it under the cold water. You let out a small cry when the water hit the wound. Luckily the glass pieces were washed away with the water. Then he asked you where you kept the antiseptics. He took care of the wound surprisingly gently. Steve was a large, strong guy but he was cautious and kind. He could be dangerous and lethal when he was fighting against the bad guys but he could also be gentle.
- Thank you. you said and smiled. You got back organizing your things when you suddenly burst into tears.
- Why?! I can’t… it’s too much… It’s all ruined. I am no one… Why did this happen? you sobbed. You used plenty of money to make the apartment look like your home and now it was all ruined... well, maybe not all but very much so.
Steve did not know what to say. He could only imagine how bad you felt at the moment. You calmed down for a moment.
- Can you please go? I am sorry that I called you. you said silently. You sounded like you had lost a great battle and just given up, which, considering the circumstances, did not surprise Steve at all.
- You want me to leave? Steve asked. He was surprised that you were asking him to go away... On the other hand he understood that you needed some time alone, but then again, he didn't actually like the idea of leaving you in that mental state.
- Yes. I would appreciate it a lot. I’m okay. you sighed.
You were lying of course. You were not okay, nothing was okay. Steve knew it but he knew also that there was nothing he could do.
- Thank you… you said as you walked him out.
- Are you sure you’re o- he said but you shut the door before he could ask. He heard you breaking down behind the closed door. He knocked a couple of times but you did not answer. He was angry at Tony.
On Monday you went to work normally. You had managed to clean your apartment but some things were broken and you had wept as you had thrown them away. You looked tired, which wasn’t a surprise since you had not been able to sleep.
You took the elevator to the floor where you were working. Same suits were buzzing like busy bees, there were no Avengers in sight. That was good. You had thought about resigning and if you bumped into Tony… Mister Stark, you would resign for sure. And on top of everything; your hand hurt. The cut had been deeper than you or Steve had thought and it had not started to heal yet, although it was only two days old.
You opened the computer. Jarvis greeted you as always. You opened the email program and checked the inbox. There were some new info letters that were supposed to be turned into a press release. There was also an invitation to a formal dinner, where you were supposed to have a presentation about the environmental responsibility of the Stark Industries.
You started to work on the press release and the presentation and you had finished them both by the lunch break. You leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes for a moment.
- So you’re sleeping at work? you heard Tony Stark asking from the door of your office.
- No, Mr. Stark. I was just resting my eyes for a moment. I finished the press release as well as the presentation. If you do not mind, sir, I will spend my lunch break here. you replied very formally.
- Oh… I was hoping to grab a bite with you before the meeting. Stark commented.
- Aww shit, the meeting! you said and started to work on a memo. It was ready but you needed to check it out still.
- You know and I know… we both know that it is perfect as it is. No one here works as hard as you. Tony stated and rolled his eyes.
- Thank you, sir… but I’d like to be sure. you answered and nodded at Tony.
- Jarvis! Tony called.
- Yes, Mr. Stark? Jarvis answered almost instantly.
- Please lock miss (Y/N)’s computer. Tony commanded.
- Certainly. the AI answered and instantly your computer was locked.
- Jarvis… you said.
- Yes, miss (Y/N)? Jarvis asked.
- Please unlock the computer. you ordered.
- I am afraid I cannot do that. the AI answered.
You stood up and avoided looking at Tony. You inhaled deeply and began
- I am sorry, sir, but I am currently unable to print out my resigning letter so you must accept a verbal-
- Are you quitting? Tony asked with a puzzled and surprised tone.
- Yes, sir, I am. I’ve come to a conclusion that I am unfit to work here and it would be best for everybody if I just quit… resign. I am sure you agree. you explained.
- No I do not agree. Actually I couldn’t disagree more. Tony stated.
- I am willing to work until the weekend but that is it. I will send you my resigning letter via email. you continued with a firm, yet polite tone.
- I will block you as a sender. Case closed. Tony stated and folded his arms,
- Right… you mumbled and immediately realized that you had prepared yourself for this situation.
- Oh, by the way, I received an email that you should see. you stated casually,
almost like you had already moved on from the resigning-matter.
- What is it about? Tony asked with a suspicious tone.
- It is about the meeting today, urgent. Jarvis? you said.
- Yes? the AI asked.
- Please print an email titled “urgent”, received this morning, please. you stated with a calm voice.
- What is the letter about? Jarvis asked.
- It’s urgent and highly important. you answered.
- Very well. Jarvis replied and did a quick search from your work email. Then the printer started to print a message titled “urgent”. You took the paper, glanced it through and handed it to Tony.
- My letter of resigning, Mr. Stark. Do you want to me to go now or shall I work till the end of this week? Jarvis, please make a mark to the log-file that the letter has been handed to Mr. Stark personally at 11:59 am, 21st of October 2015. you spoke with a overly polite tone.
- Certainly. Jarvis stated.
- Shit! Tony Stark said and leaned to the edge of your desk.
- Fine… How about I’ll offer you a new job, starting now? he suggested suddenly.
- Excuse me? you asked.
- Just hear me out. You’ll work for the Avengers directly, double… triple salary… I’ll compensate every bit of damage that the sweep caused to your apartment and you’ll get your own assistant… an army of assistants. Tony listed.
- Wow… that is tempting… you commented, although you didn't quite know whether you wanted to deal with a person like Tony Stark, now that he had ordered such havoc at your apartment... but then on the other hand, working for the Avengers would look good on your CV.
- And you will be the head of PR of the Avengers, not Stark Industries, and you will get a security clearance high enough to even date Cap. Tony continued hoping that you would find his offer appealing,
- Why is everyone assuming that I want to… never mind… I will think about it. you answered. Tony nodded and asked about the lunch once more. You kindly declined the offer and were left alone in the office… a booth, more like. You leaned back and closed your eyes.
- Jarvis… you said.
- Yes? the AI asked.
- Please unlock the computer. you commanded.
- Unfortunately Mr. Starks instructions were quite clear. Jarvis answered.
- Fine… can you please dim the lights? you asked.
- Sure. Jarvis said and dimmed the lights. Your booth did not have any windows so it became rather dark.
- Thank you. you said.
You managed to be alone for less than ten minutes when a familiar voice said
- Jarvis, lights on.
It was Steve. He had come to check out your hand and you.
- Skipping lunch? he asked.
- I would but Jarvis locked my computer. you answered and sighed.
- I see… How is your hand doing? Steve asked.
- It’s okay. It has been better, could be worse… you commented and rolled your eyes.
- Let me see. he said and this time you did not resist. He checked the bandage and the wound.
- I suspect that there is still some glass because it has not started to heal. I will take you to the nurse now. Steve stated with an assertive tone.
- I am sure it’s not necessary… you chuckled.
- Either you will come with me or I will carry you. Your call. he answered and folded his arms.
- Fine… lead the way. you said and stood up from your chair. You both walked along the long corridors and suddenly he said
- So you decided to quit.
- Uhf… Yes… wait… how do you know about it? you asked.
- Well… Stark came upstairs and did not seem happy at all. We knew that he had gone to ask you for a lunch so it was obvious that it was something you had said… or done. he explained. You inhaled deeply and after sighing you replied.
- Yeah… and then he offered me another job-
- Are you going to take it? Steve asked curiously, maybe a little but hopefully even.
- I am not sure yet. Working for the Avengers would look good in my CV, but I don’t think I’m actually qualified. To be honest… I don’t think I’m even qualified to be a trainee. I don’t drink coffee so I cannot even make a pot of good-tasting coffee. you answered and sighed.
- Yeah… sorry about that. Steve apologized with an embarrassed voice.
- What? you asked and stepped in to the medical ward.
- For… that… Steve said.
- Milk and two sugars? you asked.
- Yeah… that. he mumbled, which was very unlikely to such strong character like Captain America.
- Nah, it’s okay. you said and listened to Steve explaining the situation to the nurse. She took the bandage away and put your hand under a bright light and a magnification glass. She said something about glass and took small tweezers. She pulled out three small glass pieces, washed the hand and then put a new bandage to it. She told you to come and show it again in few days so she could monitor whether it had started to heal or not. You thanked her and then returned to the office area with Steve.
You were hungry but the lunch break was over. When you got to your booth you asked Jarvis to finally open the computer and print a copy of the memo for you. This time he actually did what you asked him to do. Him… or it… Jarvis after all wasn’t a human but an artificial intelligence, an operating system.
You took sent the memo to the cloud where everyone attending to the meeting could either download or print it. Then you headed to the meeting. Usually you were silent during these meetings. The suits did the talking and you just observed and took notes. This time however you had a feeling that you had to talk as well. The meeting had started already when you walked to the room.
- What are you doing here? a suit asked.
- Uhm… the meeting was supposed to begin half past twelve… you have started early. you stated with a confused tone.
- Yes, but your meeting is upstairs. the suit answered.
- I’m sure there is a mistake… I never go upstairs. you commented.
- I guess, now you do (Y/N). the suit said and closed the door. You were left standing in the corridor. You checked the time from your phone and hurried to the elevator. The times that you had been upstairs were countable with fingers of one hand and it was every time very unnerving to push the button of the top floor. The doors closed and opened after a moment. You stepped out from the elevator. The top floor looked different and the same than during the party. You saw the Avengers sitting at the sofa and you walked there. You were there a few minutes too early and were relieved that you had not gotten late.
- So… Tony begun.
- Maybe some beverages… he continued. You nodded but before you even turned, he motioned you to sit down.
- Right… you mumbled.
- Okay… first, we need to know whether you’ll accept my offer or not. Tony said. Everyone looked at you.
The waitress brought a tray of beverages to the table and asked someone to move the hammer. Everyone looked at you. You leaned backwards and crossed your hands.
- I’m not going to touch Thors hammer! you exclaimed and made everyone laugh.
- I’ve offended the Norse god and I’m not going to do it anymore. you continued just barely aloud. Thor looked at you and smiled. He nodded.
- No… Still not going to do it. you stated and shook your head. Thor sighed and lifted the hammer off the table.
- So… will you accept or not? Tony asked again.
You stayed quiet for a moment and then said
- Yes. But I need to get a proper training for this job. I need to be able to feel that I am capable and qualified to do it.
- Heck, you can lift Thor's hammer… I’m sure you can do anything. Clint Barton chuckled.
- Mr. Barton, I’ve apologized for that many times, and I’ve been informed that it is something that one can’t do… so… you stated and took a deep breath. You didn't like it when people rubbed your mistakes into your face after apologizing for them.
- Wait… can’t… like “be allowed to”? Natasha asked.
- Yes… I would like to emphasize that I meant no offense. you stated.
- None taken… Thor said.
- But… it’s not about “being allowed to”. It’s about “being physically able to”. she continued. Natasha continued.
- What do you mean? you asked confused.
- I see that my fellow Avengers have not explained to you, my lady, that it is impossible because the hammer is only for the one who is worthy of its might. It means that even my brother Loki, being immortal and a prince of Asgard, is unable to lift it. Thor explained.
- Oh… you said and looked down.
- So that is the real reason why you want to keep me here, Mr. Stark, isn’t it? you asked. You were disappointed to find out the real reason... to find out that it had nothing to do with your skills or personality... or even your potential.
- Well… if anyone finds out about your “gift”, our enemies could find it interesting. Tony admitted. You groaned and stated with a frustrated tone
- But I do not understand why I have “it”. Or what that “it” even is… Are you going to lock me up and-
- No, of course not… the only thing is that you need to accept a bodyguard, I am sure that Captain Stars-and-Stripes will volunteer, until you’ll be able to defend yourself. You do not need to worry. We will train you well. Tony answered.
- We take a good care of our fellow Avengers. Steve added.
- But… I’m not an Avenger. you commented and shifted your gaze elsewhere from the heroes.
- From now on, you are… You will soon see that fighting the battles in the meetings and dinners are actually no different from fighting them in the field. Steve continued. His comment made you feel better, although you knew that he was most likely just saying it to make you feel less different... but... it worked.
The rest of the meeting you listened the guys talking about new weapons and such. When the meeting was over, Thor walked to you.
- What do you think it means? you asked.
- I do not know, my lady, but I am quite sure that it has something to do with your good heart. I see kindness in your eyes when I look at you. You have high moral standards and keen mind. the Norse Demigod answered.
- And so does Captain Rogers… It’s not an explanation. I hope you do not feel threatened. you commented with a polite and friendly tone.
- No, my lady… I know that you do not wish to rule Asgard or possess the power of thunder and lightning. Thor said.
- I-I… indeed don’t. you answered and shook your head. Steve walked to you.
- I will have the first watch. he said and smiled at you slightly.
- Uhm… it’s not necessary. Really… you stated and flashed a reassuring smile.
- You keep saying that and I keep disagreeing with you. Steve stated firmly.
- Everyone who are aware of it, were in the party. Don’t you trust the people of your own, Captain Rogers? you asked.
- (Y/N), recently S.H.I.E.L.D had to be shut down because the Nazi organization HYDRA had their spies even in the highest positions and many people almost got killed. If we have learned anything from it, is to trust no one and keep your friends safe. he answered.
- How do I know that I can or should trust you? you asked. Steve made a silent "hm" -sound and then answered playfully
- Well… I am Captain America… I am incapable of lying-
- Oh… I should trust your word for trusting you! you exclaimed and laughed a little. Steve laughed with you a little which was a relief since you didn't want to offend him.
- No… trust yourself. Do you think you can trust me? he asked. You took a deep breath and stated
- Yes… I do trust you, but I still must protest-
- Fine… think about it as a friendly get-together. he suggested.
- You’re not giving up, are you? you asked and smiled a little.
- No. Steve stated.
- Okay… You know where I live… so I’ll meet you there. you suggested before leaving. You had to clean your desk anyway because you were going to change the floor where you were working at.
- Alright. See you soon. Steve said and smiled a little.
Steve came to your place like he had promised. You laughed and talked a lot and then you made him a bed in your living room. The next day he brought you to work and this same happened over and over again and with time he and you became quite close friends. He escorted you to the PR-events when it was possible.
About the hammer-thing… no one came up with an explanation that had actually made any sense. You did not touch the hammer anymore. Thor had told you many times that it was “cool” and he did not see it as a problem, but you thought it was better if you just did not do it.
You had a crush on Steve. It was getting harder to ignore now that you had been working closely together for six months. Tony was teasing you about your friendship and Natasha was teasing Steve for the same thing.
- You know Rogers… she began and rolled her eyes.
- …sometimes you have to almost lose the person closest to you before you realize that the person is actually closest to you. Natasha continued.
- What are you talking about? Steve asked with a confused tone.
- But Rogers, maybe you don’t have to take it that far. Maybe you should try to realize it before anything happens… in our profession, something always happens. Natasha explained, although in Steve's opinion she was speaking in riddles.
- I do not understand. Steve stated with a baffled tone.
- You and (Y/N). It is quite obvious. Natasha stated and shook her head. She couldn't believe that Steve, being a highly intelligent super soldier and everything, could be so blind and ignorant.
- We are close friends, I don’t see the need for a fuss- Steve answered. Natasha groaned and began
- Are you completely blind? The way she looks at you, Rogers, first it was different but now it’s something else-
You interrupted the conversation by accident when you came to tell Steve that Tony was looking for him.
- I’m sorry to interrupt, but Tony is looking for you, Steve. you said.
- Thank you… and Natasha, I’ll get back to you about... that. Steve stated.
- Sure… she answered.
- I interrupted something important, didn’t I? you asked with an apologetic tone. Natasha cleared her throat and commeted
- We were just talking about you-
- Me? you exclaimed with deep confusion in your voice.
- You like Rogers, don’t you? Natasha asked.
- He is a close friend, yes. you answered and smiled a little.
- And nothing more? she asked curiously.
- Uhm… No…? you asked with a confused tone.
- Are you sure? I mean… I’ve seen how you have been looking at him lately. How you’re careful all the time not to flirt with him or get close to him. Natasha listed. She didn't believe for a second that you didn't have deeper feelings for Steve... Maybe you didn't realize that fact yourself but she was sure about it.
- That doesn’t make any sense… If… IF I was indeed attracted to him… wouldn’t I try to act in a quite opposite manner? you asked with an amused tone.
- No… because I believe that you’re trying to keep your feelings hidden. Natasha commented and smirked.
- Hmm. Well… that is a good thing then that I do not have any feelings for him, besides friendly. you said and left the conversation.
- You may fool him… hell, you may even fool yourself, but you cannot fool me! she exclaimed and laughed. You were annoyed. You knew that Natasha was a genius at reading people, but you did not like to be so easily read. You waved at Steve who was still having a meeting with Tony. Steve noticed that something was bothering you, because you were basically running out. Then he looked at Natasha who was cleaning her weapon. She made a “what?” –gesture and focused on the gun again. She knew that it was only a matter of time when you both had to stop denying what was obvious to everyone else already.