HOW CAN STEVE ROGERS MAKE YOU FEEL BESIDES JEALOUS AND ANGRY? SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED (BUT WE DON'T MENTION THAT IN THIS CHAPTER)
Your alarm woke you up at 5:30 o clock, like every morning. You stretched in bed like a cat for a few minutes and immediately headed to the bathroom to splash some cold water in your face to wake you up completely. You have your daily training at 6:00.
After your long phone conversation with Clint last night you were feeling more at ease, knowing they made it out alive and that they were coming back soon. Talking with Clint also helped you forget (a little bit) the awkward feeling your dinner with Steve left you.
Clint hadn’t mentioned when they were going to arrive, but if they left India yesterday night you expect them to be at the HQ not much past midnight. So, you plan on training hard, until your bones ache, and have a chill day inside, waiting for your two best friends to arrive. Training always helped you clear your mind and relax; and that’s exactly what you needed right now.
You changed into a pair of leggings and a sports bra and a loose t-shirt on top, grabbed your water bottle and a towel and headed out. You silently opened the door, you didn’t want to bother the other people from your floor probably still sleeping.
Also, you were not in the mood to face, much less talk to Steve. You couldn’t ignore him forever, but one day to clear your head and sort your feelings out is probably what you need. Thankfully you made it to the elevator without meeting anyone on the way.
When you arrived to the gym room, though, your breath caught in your throat when you opened the door and saw Steve’s back as he was punching that sack of sand just like the first time you met him. It was just as mesmerizing as that day. You blinked rapidly and tried to get out of that trance in time to get out of there without Steve noting your presence, but it was too late.
“Good morning, agent.” He said in between breaths.
“Morning” you forced a smile. There was no way of leaving now, so you simply walked to the bench to leave your bottle, towel and you took off your t-shirt and left it on the bench too.
You felt Steve’s gaze on you all along and it made your skin warm up. You tried to ignore it and quickly got to the treadmill to start off your training.
“Wasn’t expecting anyone to be up this early” he said casually, moving from the punching bag to the treadmill next to the one you’re in.
“Everybody’s training is scheduled to begin at 7. Only Barton, Romanoff and I start training this early. What about you?” you asked without looking his way, eyes still fixed on the wall in front of you
“I don’t know. It’s like my body automatically starts functioning at 6” he breathes a laugh as he starts walking on the treadmill. You turn your head to see him and the sheepish smile he has is too contagious to keep a straight face and you hate him for the smile you instantly give him.
You hate how you couldn’t stay mad at Steve, even though he didn’t know you were mad at him in the first place, but still, you were mad and he ruined it.
You both kept on doing your thing on the treadmill for about 40 minutes and you decided that was enough cardio for the day. So, you lowered the speed to a walking speed and started breathing deep, in and out, to keep your pulsations and heartbeats on a steady rhythm.
After you managed to even your breathing you headed to one of the mats and started stretching out. Steve then got off the treadmill too and joined you in the mat. Having him so close made you nervous.
There was no other world, no other explanation to why your skin was covered in goosebumps, no other reason for your heartbeats to buzz in your ears at the speed of light; you were nervous. He made you nervous. His mere presence made you nervous. Not to the point of stuttering every two words, nor to the point of blushing every time he breathed, but being less than two feet away while he was stretching out, with a tight t-shirt, with his biceps threatening to break the soft cotton material covering his upper body.
That is definitely a valid reason to get nervous.
“(Y/N)?” you snapped out of it and looked at him questioningly. “I was wondering if you’d like to practice some hand to hand combat with me?”
Oh well, shit.
“Really, Captain? I’m not one to go easy on my opponents” you got on your feet and crossed your arms in front of you, challenging him.
“Neither am I, Agent” He grinned.
He asked for it.
You run towards him, making him step back in surprise, but you take that chance to jump on his back and wrap your legs around his torso while your right arm firmly closes around his neck, but not too hard! You don’t want to kill him (not now).
“That- was not- fair- “he said in between short breaths and while you laughed victoriously he took the chance to grab your legs and push you off balance, making you fall back straight into the mat. You grimaced, not in pain but in annoyance that you got distracted.
When you opened your eyes, Steve was standing up in front of you with a devious grin and his chest was bouncing up and down.
And you kept throwing yourselves to one another, kicking, punching, making cheeky remarks and sweating like pigs for about 40 more minutes.
You were both currently laying on the floor, absolutely exhausted after your previous practice and all you could think about is taking a long warm bath and lock yourself in your room to read something and watch some movies. Yes, agents have the right to relax occasionally, too!
“That was brutal” He said
“Yes, it was” you barely whispered, too tired to make a sassy smarty reply.
“Uhm, (Y/N), remember the favor I asked you yesterday?”
“Yes, sure. I’ll ask Mariah to search in all the registers. You will see Peggy sooner than you think” you turned your head his way and gave him a reassuring smile. You hoped it didn’t look as forced as it actually was.
“Thank you. Really” But the smile he gave you at that moment was worth all the jealousy and anger he inspired you.
“No proble-“
“Agent (Y/L/N), Director Fury sent me to inform you of Barton, Romanoff and Dr. Banner’s arrival” Bobby Rem, a level 4 agent opened the door and gave you the news
“Oh my God!” you exclaimed while standing up “where are they?”
“Fury’s office. Please get your ass up there, Barton and Romanoff have been asking for you since they arrived 5 minutes ago” he said rolling his eyes and turned around to leave
“Thanks Bobby!” you giggled. He gave you a smile and left. Once you grabbed your stuff from the bench you ran to the door and stopped there
“Thanks for training with me today, Steve. We work well together” you smiled and left without waiting for a reply.