Afire Love (Steve/Reader)

Natasha had given her an address. She threw her hoodie over her head and made her way to the small apartment. Her eyes flickered to everyone she passed, wary of her steps. She trusted no one and she kept her head down. She neared the apartment and climbed the steps. Once (y/n) found the door she wished she was with her sister on the flight to Russia. She paced for a moment before giving it a quiet knock. She could hear voices on the other side. A girl and two guys, probably Nat's friends from the Memorial. A second later the door flew open. It was a blonde woman. She looked up at the (h/c) haired girl with suspicion. (y/n) fidgeted in her spot. Her gaze was sharp and seemed to be staring right through her. (y/n) put her hood down and ran a hand through her hair. She was uncomfortable to say the least. Her eyes dared past the agent and over to the two men. They were in a deep conversation. The woman stepped to the side and allowed (y/n) to enter. She walked in and looked around.

"Guys, she's here." The woman's voice was monotone and (y/n) was already bored of her. Steve and Sam looked over to the two and stopped talking. (y/n) had her hands in her pockets and Steve could see a red light emitting from them. He watched as she rocked back and forth lightly on her feet. He smiled to himself, Natasha told him how much of a child she could be.

"Are you always this uptight?" (y/n) looked back at the woman.

"Only when there's an assassin in my apartment." Sharon spit back. (y/n) made an exaggerated notion to look around the room and then point to herself mouthing 'me?'. She heard a snicker and turned to see a tall man standing by Steve. She recognized him from the news. Falcon. "Steve, I need to talk to you. Now." She pulled the tall blonde into the kitchen leaving Sam and (y/n) standing there.

"You know, I think she likes me" (y/n) smiled causing Sam to laugh.

"The names Sam Wilson."

"(y/n) Romanov."

"Yeah, I've heard." He crossed his arms and looked her up and down with his head tilted. "Is it true? The-uh-the fire thing?" He brought a hand up, waving his fingers around. She raised an eye brow and brought her hand up, mimicking his. She didn't take her eyes off him when a flame sprouted from her palm. She played with it, interweaving it with her fingers. His eyes widened and he had a look of awe on his face. "That's awesome."

"please don't burn down my apartment." Sharon was back and she did not look happy. (y/n) looked around again at the small space.

"Would it really be a shame if I did?" She let the flame die as she watched the woman's face contort into anger. She kept her face stoic, but inside she was cracking up. The same thing could not be said for Sam. He was snickering into his hand. Steve also had on a small smile, but it disappeared when he noticed Sharon's eyes on him. He cleared his throat.

"Romanov, you're with me-"

"Goody" She winked and he looked to Sam for help. Sam just shook his head in a smile. He liked this girl.

"And Sharon and Sam, you guys are together." Sharon tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.

"This is a bad idea Steve. Hydra's still active, they are looking for HER and you want to go around town with her on your arm? I'm telling you leave her with Sam that way if they get caught it won't freak Bucky out. He doesn't know them, he won't know they were actually looking for him." Sharon glared at (y/n) who rolled her eyes,

"As much as I don't want to what if I promise to not lay my hands on pretty boy over here? Will that subside your jealousy?" (y/n) eyed the girl who growled. Steve blushed a little. Sam patted (y/n) on the back.

"Sharon, come on. We all know why we are here. So, let's find Bucky." He smiled and opened the door. He waited for Sharon to walk out first followed by Steve and finally (y/n) She smiled at him and he gave her a small fist bump. Sharon wasn't fond of him either so anybody who could get on her nerves was good in his book. They all walked down the stairs and out into the open air. "Alright (y/n), Natasha said you knew where he might be."

"The files said he liked quiet places, anywhere he could jog his memory. There was something about some museum, and the park on 5th." (y/n) looked up to the sky remembering.

"Ok, Sharon, Sam, you take the park." Sharon made a move to speak, but Steve put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked him in the eyes before slowly nodding. "Me and Romanov will take on the museum. Call if anything happens, got it?" Sam nodded and Sharon slowly went to the car. Steve looked over to (y/n). She was studying him. She knew he was good looking from the books, but seeing the real thing. He was tall and muscular. His hair was a light blonde and it was short. He had beautiful blue eyes that were staring at her. He would look better if he smiled. She took a quick peek at his butt and giggled.

"Are we walking or what?" She tilted her head.

"Come on." He walked beside her as they made their way around the back. He gestured to an old motorcycle and she scoffed.

"You can't be serious." She stared at it and he found himself chuckling as he got on.

"You can..uhm...you can hold onto me...if you want." He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. He really was awkward. She complied and got on. he lifted his arms a little so she could maneuver hers around his waits. She could feel how stiff he was. He started the engine and began to drive. She watched the world wiz past her. She smiled as the wind swept through her hair. They came to a stop in front of some white building. She hopped of and he followed. She threw her hood up and looked around.

"Are you sure this is the right museum?" She looked up at the tall building. He laughed a little and looked at her. She was hiding most of her face, but what he could see was beautiful. Sure Natasha was stunning, but her sister was gorgeous. She had a free air around her, it was different from everyone else that worked at SHIELD. She wasn't as uptight, in fact she was like a grown-up child. Dang it. He should keep his mind focused on the mission. Find Bucky.

"I'm sure." He stepped up the stairs followed closely, by (y/n). He walked in and walked directly to his left. She looked around for a moment before following him.

"Why here? Why would your pal come he-" She stood in front of the entrance to the 'Captain America' exhibit. "Are you shitting me?"

"Hey language! and no I am not...kidding...you. Let's just go, okay?" He walked in. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised that he yelled at her for saying 'shit' or the fact that he had his own fucking exhibit (wops, sorry Steve). But non the less she followed him in. They took it slow, looking for anyone that could be Bucky. He would catch her staring at him a couple of times before she finally spoke.

"Hey Rogers, what rhymes with 'duck'?" She was going to get this man to cuss. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised

"Muck?" She 'tsk'ed and looked back over to the plaque on the wall. He smiled a little and looked around again. He walked over to the stand that held information about James. He just stared at it.

"You didn't tell me your friend was a looker." She bounded over and gave him a friendly punch on the arm. He looked at her for a moment,

"He would have liked you. Pretty, strong, feisty. He probably would have used every pick up line in the book to get you to dance with him." He gave a sad smile.

"Wouldn't have worked, the pick up lines."

"What?"

"He's not really my type."

"Not your type?"

"Yeah, I like blondes." His eyes darted to hers. her face was serious but there was a twinkle in her eye. He felt the heat once again rise up in his cheeks. Something about her made him flustered. "Wait, did you call me 'pretty'?" Her face lit up and she nudged his arm.

"No-what I meant was-I-you're-uhm-HE would have thought you were pretty-I-uhm" He coughed and cleared his throat. This was going bad. She just laughed and patted his back.

"Calm down, it was a joke, Rogers." She rolled her eyes. Her eye caught on a certain wall and she walked over to it. He followed out of curiosity.

"Whoa, Rogers. Was this you?" She was staring at a much shorter, scrawny Steve. He felt a lump in his throat. For some reason he felt embarrassed.

"Yeah...Before the serum." He looked at himself, or what he use to be.

"I thought you were handsome now, but damn. I think you were cuter short." She smiled up at him and he felt his face flush red.

"uh.. wa-wh-huh-what?" This was going to be one of her favorite games. Make Steve blush. Not that she was lying, no she really did like small Steve Rogers. She laughed at him. "You're very forward." She shrugged her shoulders.

"At least that way people know what I'm thinking." He looked at her with amusement causing her to smile. He watched her smile fall and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

"(y/n)! Wha-" She could feel his muscles tense up, but she was too scared to care.

"Put your arm around me, act like I'm your girlfriend." He looked in the direction she was. There was a man in black looking around the room. He looked back down at (y/n). She had pulled the hood over her head more and she was gripping onto him for dear life. Her eyes were screaming and her breath was shaky.

"Hydra?" He did as told and pulled her closer. She shook her head.

"KGB" He nodded and glanced back over. The man was looking at them now. He took a step closer and Steve did the only thing he could think of. He looked at (y/n), placed his hand around her waist, the other tangled into her hair under her hood. He picked her up to make up for the height difference and placed his soft lips on hers. She was confused for a moment, but quickly cupped his face in her hands. They stood there for a moment before he slowly pulled back. He glanced to the side and saw the man walking out of the room. He sighed in relief and awkwardly looked at (y/n).

"Uhm...Natasha taught me that." He rubbed the back of his neck

"PDA makes people uncomfortable, I'm familiar. Smart." She looked at the door way the man had gone. "Can we go the opposite way?" he nodded and she walked into the next room like nothing had happened. He followed and saw it was a video. (y/n) had already taken a seat and was waiting for him. He reluctantly sat down and the video started over again. He watched as they went on about his past and what he did before he got 'beefed up' as (y/n) would say. He leaned against the back wall. (y/n) was watching with interest. He laughed as he watched Howard talk about making him into Captain America. Then, Peggy showed up. he sat up and watched as she talked about him as a Captain and his team. (y/n) watched out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were sad and he barely moved his eyes from the screen. After it was over he sat there, silent. She nudged him. "So, you've got a thing for Carters I see." She smiled, but he just stood up and didn't say anything. "Sorry..."

"No it's...It's not your fault. I just..."

"You missed out on your whole life Rogers, It's fine." She stood up too and put a gentle hand on his arm. He smiled and they walked down the steps. They walked out of the room and he was going to continue when she stopped.

"(y/n)?" He looked in the direction her gaze was set on. The man in black was staring at them smiling. "Dang it." He looked around for an exit, he grabbed her arm and looked down at her. She was staring at him with an irritated look. "What?"

" 'Dang it'? Really Rogers?" He rolled his eyes, but couldn't hold back the smile.

"Not now Romanov." he shook his head. There was no easy way out. She looked over to the main desk, noticing a stack of papers neatly stacked. She flicked her wrist and they were up in flames. It took a second but it worked. The fire detectors went off and the sprinklers went crazy. Everyone in the room began to scream and run for the exit. She grabbed Steve's hand and ran with them. She stripped herself of the hoodie and ran onto the street. "Good job." Steve ran a hand through his wet hair and looked around to make sure the KGB agent hadn't spotted them. (y/n) looked around to. She scanned the crowd only for her (e/c) eyes to catch on icy blue ones. He was staring right at her. The man had a beard and long dirty hair. He had on an old trucker hat and some loose fitting clothes. His eyes darted from (y/n) to Steve. He furrowed his brow as if remembering. She racked her brain trying to place his face. Holy Shit. He took his left hand out of his jacket pocket for a minute only, but it assured her suspicion. James Barnes. She turned to grab Steve.

"Rogers-" She tugged at his coat and turned back around. He was gone. He was fast and quiet as his file said. "Uh...nevermind." She shook her head and turned to him. He was still looking around.

"We need to go." He grabbed her arm and started fast-walking (which was kind of running for her).

"No motorcycle?" She sounded hopeful.

"Sorry" He gave her an apologetic look as he hopped on. She followed with a sigh.

"Ah, it's ok. It's not the worst first date I've ever been on." She saw his ears go red. She was really good at this. "So where are we going?" Her eyes were still darting, looking for some sign of the assassin.

"We are going to meet up with Sharon and Sam" He revved up the engine and they were soon driving to the Park on 5th.