Monday: The Meeting
Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: Something significant in your relationship with Steve Rogers happens on different days of the week.
Warnings: some sparring, swear words, impure thoughts
A/N: This is the first installment of a series I’m calling Days of the Week. Basically, something special happens on different days of the week in a relationship, and because of this they won’t be in order. But they should make sense. Thanks for reading! ~J
Steve curses himself for being so kind sometimes. Like right now when he’s sore from training most of the day with Bucky, mind blank from filling out paperwork till 3 AM the night before, and slightly irritated after a meeting with Fury. He wants nothing more than to go back to his apartment, order take-out for one and pass out in his bed with the TV in the background. A string tugs at his heart as he thinks of going home to an empty and cold apartment. But, he curses himself again, he had promised Fury that he would stay later and help train the new SHIELD recruits today.
He walks into the training center with his shoulders slumped in fatigue. His eyes skim over the recruits as he searches for his co-trainer. “Captain Rogers” a silky voice says behind him. He turns towards the voice and wishes that someone had warned him about you.
He can’t seem to swallow or make a sound, he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He takes in your long, shiny hair pulled into a braid. Would it be wrong to reach out and see if it’s as soft as it looks? Stopping at your wide eyes, they’re full of mischief. He definitely wants to get in trouble with you, he would do anything with you. He takes in the slight blush of your cheeks and full lips that had just uttered his name. He wants to hear them fall from your rosy lips again and again. It takes all of his self control not to press his own against what he swears must be made from rose petals.
He quickly roams over your body and has to look back up before the urge to pull you to him is too much to fight. “I… I a-assume you’re my co-trainer?” he coughs out. You look at his face and your cheeks turn slightly rosier, you hope he doesn’t notice. You’re mouth works before you’re mind does “Yes. I’m Agent (Y/L/N)” and you reach out to shake his hand. You cringe internally at how rough your voice sounds and how your hands are slightly shaky. But, when you’re looking at someone who looks like they stepped down from Mt. Olympus it seems like a normal response.
Steve is too busy staring at you and cursing himself for sounding so inept that he doesn’t notice. “I look forward to working with you Agent. Should we start?” He says as he starts walking to the middle of the training floor, still turned around, eyes trained on you.
“Steve” you try but it’s too late, he’s tripped over the edge of the mat. He lays on his back, wind actually knocked out of him, and looks up in wide-eyed shock. You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips, after trying so hard to stiffen it. His eyes turn from shock to awe at the sound of your laugh, his new favorite sound. Realizing that you were just staring down at him, you reach out a hand to help him up. He grasps your hand and you both have to stop yourselves from shivering at the jolt that runs through you.
“Thanks” he sheepishly mutters and works his hand through his hair. Your eyes follow the movement and wish it was your own. “Let’s get started” you grin and lead the way to the center.
After 2 hours of working with the trainees, Steve thinks he has lost his mind. Everytime he hears your laugh or even catches a glimpse of you, he freezes. His brain short circuits and all he can do is try and discreetly stare at you. He’s never seen fighting look so elegant, almost as if you were in a well rehearsed ballet with your opponent.
“Stop standing around Rogers and help.” you laugh. That brings him out of his reverie and a new blush to his face, he doesn’t think it’ll ever go away. “Do you wanna spar?” he quickly questions, not really sure why he had asked. Actually he does know, he wants to be close to you again, anything to be close to you. You gawk at him for a while and he thinks he may have said the wrong thing. But, before he could apologize you coquettishly answer “You’re on Rogers”.
“Alright rookies. Carefully watch Captain Rogers and me spar. You’ll learn a lot from him, a lot of what not to do” you tease and his heart skips a beat, or several. A smile tugs at his perfect lips as he walks away.
You both face each other on opposite sides of the mat. He thinks to himself that this is the only way to redeem himself. He has to impress you or he might jump back into the ocean and freeze himself for another 70 years out of embarrassment. For the first few moments, you both get into fighting stances and simply look at one another.
You try to assess where you think his weak spots will be, but you’re pretty sure that someone built like Steve Rogers has no weak spots. Every time you look him over you just want to pin him to the mat and kiss him You shake those thoughts out of your head. Pull it together, it’s just a boy you think not worth the heartache. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. You wanted to know what he looked like under his uniform, to see if his skin really felt like the marble it seemed to be. Before you know it, he steps towards you and swings. You easily duck out of the way and back away further from him. He comes at you again and again. Every time, you easily block. The familiarity of the dance comes back to you and it’s almost like you could see his next move.
As you were watching him, he was judging you. He knew not to underestimate you. You may be smaller than him, but were for sure more agile and fast. Thoughts of how he wanted to know all the ways you could move filled his mind and he chastised himself for it. Now was not the time he thought. From his view he swears you look like a siren, and he would gladly walk to his death towards you. So he steps forward, plants his foot and swings, trying to catch you off guard.
The trainees watched mesmerized as you matched each other blow for blow. Both beautiful in motion with fluid and strong swings. He is strong and good at hand to hand, but you were more buoyant on your feet. After what seems like hours, he finally manages to land a swift kick to your leg, but you bounce up fast. You could see that he wasn’t expecting you to be up so quickly, so you take your chance. He sees the glint in your eye and knows he’s in trouble.
Quickly, you land a kick to his unguarded side and he moves left. Without missing a beat, you use your momentum and swing your legs up and catch his chest. He wasn’t expecting you’re weight and tumbles onto his back. You were perched on his chest with a wolfish grin.
You’re both panting from effort and tension that seemed to arise from the spar. He looks up at you with such a prideful look you almost throw yourself at him on the spot.
Steve doesn’t know for sure, but he thinks he may be in love with you. You were so graceful and beautiful, but powerful and lethal. He can’t stop just looking at you with admiration and with a huge smile on his face. It’s another few moments of staring at each other before someone coughs. You feel your face getting red and move off of Steve, offering him a hand up. The same jolt is felt again as he stands up and grins down at you. “Alright, class dismissed” he booms at the rookies but still looking down at you.
You move away from him slightly so you can breath, his presence seems to suffocate you. You reach up to put the strand of hair that has fallen back in place and glance up at Steve again. “I’ll see you later Captain” and with that you give him a show stopping smile and walk past him to the locker rooms. Smile turning into frown as you felt your heart’s erratic beat as you walk away from him.
He stands there longer, just watching you leave. He can’t stop tracking you as you walk away and his heart seems to break a little as he watches you step away. Somewhere deep down inside he knows that you’ll be important to him. He now lauds himself for agreeing to help today.