Chapter 1
“Miss America is my partner?!”
You never got along well with Steve, hence your reaction when you found out he’ll be your partner on the upcoming mission. What you did get along with was staring at his rock-hard abs during training and those light, cobalt-blue eyes of his.
“That’s MR. America to you, Achilles.” He always came back with witty remarks like that, never offensive, though.
“Maybe it will be a good experience for you both!” Wanda proposed, but was quickly shot down by a simultaneous glare from the both of you.
“No matter your pining against each other, together you make a highly-skilled team, which is just what we need for this mission.” Fury’s voice boomed through the room.
I can’t believe, you thought, that my first mission in two months is with him. Steve Rogers. His stupid face and stupid eyes and stupid..stupidly good looking torso. Why did you think that? He was attractive, sure, but unlike anyone that you’ve dated before.
Rolling your eyes, you headed out the doors of Avengers Tower, wanting to go anywhere but back inside. The crisp air of New York February felt good on your face. The streets were quiet, a big contrast to December, when it felt like a mob trying to go to the grocery store. Your headphones blasted in your ears, music helping with the diagnosis that was Steve being your partner. You hated him with a burning passion. But you also hated how much you hated him, because you loved him as well. But that was deeper in your heart than the Grand Canyon, that you would even admit it to yourself. Little did you know, he loved you just the same.
Others on the street were bundled up in jackets, mittens, and hats, but you were in a tank top and yoga pants. You didn’t have super strength, telekinesis, or the power of flight. You could never be hurt, except in the nape of your neck. That was your power, they said, but you knew that it was really a curse. Some heroes went down fighting, you never could. It didn’t make you a winner, simply someone who had a higher chance of outlasting the enemy. You still cherished this power, as it had made you an Avenger, and changed your life for the better.
But it also introduced you to Steve. You never got along with him from the get-go, but your chemistry in combat was undeniably good. And you hated that. Out of combat, it seemed you were polar opposites to each other. He was a golden retriever, you more so a black cat. “Opposites attract!” Wanda would always say, but you never quite did believe her. You were jolted back to reality when a certain blondie walked up next to you. “So, what new book are we buying today? Or are you getting vinyl instead?”
“Shut it, Rogers. How are you so certain as to where I’m going?”
“You’re pretty predictable, Y/N.” That was true. And so was the book part. God, he really did know a lot about you. And you knew a lot about him. His favorite pizza spot, where his old apartment in the 40s used to be, his jogging route. Wanda’s voice played again in your mind. “Opposites attract!” Which may be true for some, but definitely not for us, right? You thought to yourself as you browsed the racks and racks of vinyls. Steve tried to seem engulfed by the vinyls as well, but every so often you would catch him staring at you..
“Just this.” You put your vinyl on the counter.
“Alright, your total is 43.18. Cash or card?”
“Cash.” Steve puts his money on the counter.
“Steve! No, I'm not letting you pay.” But try as you might, you could not take the money out from under his hand.
Oh, and the vinyl you bought? American Pie, by Don McLean.
We were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie..