Steve Rogers Oneshots

Avoiding Steve was easier than you thought it would be. He worked day shift and you worked night shift so you basically never saw each other. But you missed him. Alot. You just wanted to know he was still around, but it was as if he had disappeared forever.

And it was fine, it was what you wanted. You didn’t love him back.

Three weeks after your last conversation with Steve, you saw him with Sharon. They were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing heartily. You couldn’t control yourself, your hands curled into fists. When you noticed how your body reacted to what seemed like a romantic lunch date, you hurried back to your room and stayed under the covers until your shift started.

“It’s weird. I mean she’s related to Peggy.” You told Natasha as you walked to the training room.

She sighed out loud. “You’ve been talking about Sharon and Steve for days now.”

“But it’s weird, Nat!” You pushed open the door and walked in.

“Listen,” She set her bag on the bench. “Don’t take what I’m going to say personally, okay.”

“Uhm.”

“Get your head out of your ass.”

You sighed forcefully and turned around, signalling the end of the conversation. You knew she had a point, but you were too stubborn to admit it. Natasha climbed inside the boxing ring and stood in front of you.

“You are like a sister to me, but I won’t let you hurt him again. Do you love him?”

“No.”

“Then leave him alone.”

Despite your assertion, you were upset. You imagined them going on a date, knowing it could have been you. You imagined him on top of her, touching her the way he had touched you.

And then you finally realized that you had made a huge mistake.

You looked down at the coffee maker without seeing it. A high-pitched noise filled the meeting room, but you didn’t pay attention to it. Bucky entered and eyed you with raised eyebrows as he turned off the coffee maker. He put a hand on your shoulder, startling you.

“You okay, kid?”

You nodded after a slight hesitation, sat down and leaned back in your chair. Bucky poured coffee into two mugs and handed you one as he sat next to you.

“What happened between you and Steve?” You brought the cup to your lips and didn’t reply. “Ever since you came back from that mission, you guys haven’t spoken two words to each other.”

Clint entered the room with a pile of documents. The night shift was tedious and those who worked there only did it for the peace and quiet.

“Steve act like everything is fine, he won’t tell me anything so I’m asking you. What happe-”

“She popped his cherry.” Clint answered without looking up from the file.

“Clint!” You chastised.

“Is it true?” Bucky’s head snapped in your direction. You gave him an almost imperceptible nod and he took a minute to process the information. “Why did you stop talking after that?”

“Stop prying, Buck.”

“She doesn’t love him back.” Clint answered for you.

You glared at him from the other end of the table, but he still wasn’t looking at you. “Let me guess… Natasha?”

“Hey, she was my friend before she was yours.” Clint pointed out. “We gossip, so what?”

Did you know Steve was in love with you before you, um,… slept with him?” You shook your head, a rush of hot tears filling your eyes. “You know, he may look strong but under all those serum boosted muscles there’s a skinny guy looking for his best girl.”

“Looks like he found her.” You mumbled harshly. When Bucky frowned you sighed out Sharon’s name.

“Sharon’s not with Steve.” Bucky flinched, the crease between his brows deepening.

“Then why is she here?”

“Tony needs someone to fill your spot on the dayshift, but she’s engaged to some German guy. She came here to decline the offer in person.”

“Oh…” You said and kept your eyes focused on the table.

Bucky watched you for a long moment, trying to understand your reaction. There was only on reason that would explained your weird behaviour. “Are you in love with Steve?”

“No!” You nearly shouted. You met his gaze and your façade crumbled down. “Maybe.” Bucky gave you another pointed look and you gave up. “Yes. I love him.”

“Go tell him that.” Bucky gave you a small smile and nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen where you could see the hallway and all the bedroom doors.

“Yeah?” You breathed out, already rising up from your seat. “Yeah, I’ll tell him. Can you guys cover for me?”

“GO!” They both shouted.

When you got to his door, you knocked twice and waited. You didn’t hear any sound of footsteps so you started knocking frantically. It was past three in the morning and he was probably sleeping, but you couldn’t wait. The door opened, revealing a sleepy and confused Steve Rogers.

You opened and closed your mouth several times like a fish out of water. Now that he was in front of you, you had no idea what to say. You mumbled sounds that vaguely resembled the words ‘I’ and ‘well.’

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine.” You breathed out in a whisper.

“Okay,” He drawled out the word, his frown deepening. “W-Why are you here then?”

Trying to appear casual, he leaned against the door frame. He lost his balance and started falling to the ground. Instinctively, you reached out a hand to help him and felt his heart beating fast under your palm.

“I love you.” You blurted out. The words escaped your lips before you could stop them.

Steve’s mouth fell open in surprise, his baby-blue eyes roamed your face. You quickly looked away, your blood was boiling in your veins.

“Excuse-me?” Steve blinked slowly, wondering if he had heard you right.

He was so flabbergasted that he let you enter his room. If you were going to pour your heart out, it was better to do it in private and not in the middle of the corridor. You stood in the middle of his bedroom and looked around. Only one side of his bed was unmade, the other side was tucked and flat. He stayed by the door, his face and grey pyjamas visible in the light of the moon.

“I can’t think of anything that would mend what I said.” You said truthfully. “If it were the other way around, I don’t know if I’d forgive you. So I’m just going to tell you the truth and hope for the best.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on the carpet at the foot of his bed. His body language spoke for itself. You took a deep breath and gathered your strength.

“Commitment scares the hell out of me. Being somebody’s girlfriend sounds like a lot of work and I was afraid of the way you made me feel. I did what I always do, I withdrew into myself and broke your heart to protect mine.”

You let out a dry laugh, because obviously your brilliant plan didn’t work that well. Steve didn’t move a muscle.

“You’re more than my best friend,” Your voice cracked as you spoke and you had to pause to collect yourself. Steve threw a cautious glance at you. “It took me a while to realize that.”

“And what I really missed was you. Your warmth when we watch a movie, your forehead kisses after every missions or the comfortable silence between us when you draw and I read.”

“The night we spent together was the best night of my life. With you it felt right, I felt important and loved. No one has ever touched me the way you did. When I saw you with Sharon-”

“I’m not dating Sharon.” He cut you off, whipping his head to look at you.

“I know,” You allowed a smile to spread across your lips and took a step closer to him. “And I thought it was my chance to clear things up. Because, to put it simply, I’m in love with my best friend and now that I said it out loud it doesn’t sound that scary.”

You were standing in front of Steve, your blood pumping hard through your veins. He looked torn between kissing you and screaming.

“You broke my heart.” His quivering voice made tears spilled down your cheeks.

“I know,” You replied through your sobs. “I’d spend my whole life trying to mend it if you give me a second chance.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his watery blue eyes shone in the dim light. You could see the dried lines of tears on his cheeks.

“It’s very hard to be angry at you right now.” He let out a sound that was half-laugh half-sob.

You chuckled softly, sniffing a bit as you wiped your tears with your sleeve. For a moment, you simply stared at each other in silence before you closed the distance with a single step.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” You asked, cupping one side of his face with your hand.

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t pull back so you slowly leaned in, giving him the chance to say no. He put his hands on your hips, his warm breath fanning across your lips.

You brushed your lips against his so gently that he wondered if it really happened. He closed his eyes and unconsciously licked his lips. You took this as your cue and pressed a kiss to his lips. He released a shaky breath and his fingers dug into your waist, holding you still.

The kiss started slow, shy and cautious. After you felt a positive response, you licked his bottom lip, seeking entrance. When his lips parted, you slid your tongue against his. Feeling definitely more confident, you wrapped your tongue around his and sucked hard. He moaned against your lips, his body turning into jelly.

Your lungs begged for air, but you couldn’t break the kiss. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself tighter against him. Steve closed his eyes shut as he tasted the salt of your tears –and his- on your lips. He held you tight, afraid that you might disappear if he broke the kiss.

Your head started to spin from lack of oxygen, but you would have rather die than break the kiss. Without really knowing how it happened, you ended up with your face buried against his warm chest. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed.

“Tell me this wasn’t a goodbye kiss.” You looked up at him.

“It wasn’t.” Steve replied, holding you tighter.

“As long as you always tell me what’s on your mind. I heard what you said, I’m glad you came to talk to me. I know it wasn’t easy. I, too, have a few things I’d like you to know. We’ll have to talk about this again… when I’m not in my pajamas.” He laughed. “We could have dinner tomorrow night.”

“I’ll cook you your favourite meal.” You nodded with a growing smile.

“Do you want to stay for a while?” His eyes softened, his smile mirroring yours.

“I’d love to, but I have to go back to work.” You nodded towards the door, but made no move to pull away from him.

“I think you can switch back to day shift.” Steve kissed your forehead.

“What did he say?”

“I dunno, I’m practically deaf.”

You both turned to the door when you heard two voices coming from the hallway. They were whispering loudly which made Steve rolled his eyes. He kept his hand in yours as he moved over to the door. Bucky and Clint almost fell when Steve opened the door. It was clear they had been trying to listen to your conversation.

“What are you two doing here?”

“We… we were…” Bucky tried to come up with an excuse.

“We… were, argh, we were listening to you,” Clint admitted, straightening up. “You’re together, it’s great! And it’s a bit thanks to me. If you ever have kids, I think Clint is a great name for a baby.”

“Yeah, we’re not there yet.”

“Hey, James is much better.” Bucky whined, facing Clint. “It has tons of nicknames and it makes the ladies swoon. Sounds way better than Clint.”

“What’s wrong with Clint?”

The two Avengers were facing each other with their arms crossed. You turned to look at Steve who was pinching the bridge of his nose. He opened his eyes and saw you looking at him. You chuckled quietly when you saw the look in his eyes something close to ‘God give me the strength not to punch them in the face.’

“Drop the ‘n’ and it’s a clit.”

“Fuck you, Jimmy.”

“Do not call me Jimmy.” Bucky hissed through clenched teeth.

“Why? I thought there were lots of nicknames, Jimbo.” Clint taunted with a toothy smirk.

“Fuck off!”

Steve closed the door in their faces, but you were pretty sure they didn’t even notice. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“I think they can finish the night without you,” Steve grinned, linking his fingers with yours. “Come lay down with me for a while?”

He made it sound like a question and you couldn’t help but grin as he kissed your knuckles. That night, you fell asleep in his arms, the two of you smiling for the first times in weeks.