All Tangled Up
Original request from my darling rose @formyfandoms: Good Evening, Miss Erin! I was here, wondering if I could get a request? I’m thinking maybe a Steve thing, where your super close to Tony, Bruce and Vision, until one night, you’re having a super tough time, and the three are busy with one thing or another, and Stevie, who let’s say has been ‘crushing’ invites himself into your room to watch Netflix, and have cuddles, and then falls asleep with you, and wakes up cuddling you, and lil kisses? If you can do this, thank thank you so much! Love you!
A/N: Okay, it might not be 100000% true to the prompt, but it’s damn near close and I’m pretty proud of it. I really hope you like it!!!!
Word Count: 1615
“Bruce, where are you guys?”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but Tony and I were asked to bring Vision to the New York sanctum. You know that Strange has been trying to study all of the infinity stones he has access to.”
“We don’t know what his magic can do, and we don’t want to piss him off. You know what happened last time we underestimated someone with manipulative powers.”’
“Yeah, I know.”
“I know it’s tough, but I promise we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can.”
I nod, regardless of whether or not he can see. “Okay. Alright, I can work with that.”
“What?” Bruce’s voice sounds distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “It’s (Y/N). What? Tony, you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. Tony-Tony, please, I’m trying to talk to- what?” I hear him sigh in exasperation. “He wants to know if he can talk to you.”
“Of course he can.”
The other end is silent as Bruce hands off the phone to Tony. “Hey, kid, how’s it going?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not a kid, Tony.”
“Whatever,” He laughs. “What’s up? You doing okay?”
“I’m having a rough day. I miss you guys.”
“We should be home soon, don’t worry. We could be done faster if Mr. Mysterious would let go of Vision’s head and let him show the good doctor what he can do!” From the volume of his voice I can only assume he’s leaning away from the phone and yelling at the sorcerer, trying to get him to do what he wants.
“It’s okay, Tony. I can figure out how to deal until you get back.”
“Yeah, just don’t get yourself killed while you’re there.” My brow furrows. “Sounds like you’re already picking a fight.”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The guy has some pretty fantastic facial hair. We’ll bond. Soon we’ll be awesome facial hair bros. It’s going to happen. Just you wait and see.”
I laugh. “Don’t forget to trademark that one.”
“Don’t worry, I’m already contacting a paralegal to make sure it happens. I-what?” Tony’s voice fades away as he pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Sorry, looks like I have to let you go.”
“We’ll see you as soon as we get back.”
“Alright, see you soon.”
The line goes dead and I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?”
I turn my head towards the source of the voice and find Steve in the doorway of my room. I shrug and turn back to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve. I’m not really having the best day.”
“Yup. I’m having a less than great day and my support system is probably somewhere in Manhattan, yucking it up with the sorcerer supreme.”
“Tony, Bruce and Viz are at the New York sanctum so Doctor Strange can study the infinity stone stuck in Vision’s head and I miss them. A Lot.”
“Oh,” Steve’s tone indicates that he may have finally understood. “Is there anything I could do to help?”
I shrug again. “I don’t know. Unless you want to lay in bed with me all day and binge watch Glee, then the answer is probably gonna be ‘no’.”
He shrugs and saunters over to my bed, plopping down beside me and propping his socked feet up on the mattress. “What season are you on right now?” He asks, scooting up towards the headboard.
“Five,” I answer, heaving myself up into a sitting position and grabbing my laptop from beside my bed. He groans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a quiet thud. I look at him with my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What?”
“Are you just starting the season?”
“I’m gonna cry.”
“Why?” I open up my laptop and select the first episode of the season. “Is Captain America a big fat softie?”
“I’ll have you know I am very in touch with my emotions.”
“Yeah, sure,” I snort and roll my eyes.
“Shh, watch the show.”
“What the fuck!?” I yell, slamming the laptop shut and rubbing tears away with the butt of my hand. “What the hell!”
“I told you!” Steve says, wiping away his own tears.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” I grouse. “Fucking Glee, messing with my emotions. Shit.”
“Do you need a hug?”
“Fuck you,” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. We sit silently for a moment before I turn to Steve and wrap my arms around his middle. “Yes.”
Steve laughs shakily and wraps his arms around my shoulders, shuffling us down the bed and pulling a blanket up and over us before opening my laptop again and starting the next episode. “It’ll get better.”
“Lies,” I growl into his chest. “Lies and slander.”
“Well, you’re just going to have to keep watching, now aren’t you?”
“Fine,” I grumble. “But I’m kicking your ass if it ends badly.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” He murmurs. I feel him smile against my hair as the next episode starts.
Somewhere around the middle of the Christmas special, I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I can’t stay awake any longer.
I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally hearing the dialogue from the show in the background.
“Hey, doll, you still with me?” Steve asks quietly.
I shake my head no and press my face more firmly into his side, chasing after the warmth his body radiates.
I feel a laugh rumble through his chest and his body shifts a little before he pulls the covers up to my shoulders. He rolls onto his side and rests his arm over my waist, his warmth seeping through the blankets.
I hum contentedly and cuddle into him before drifting off completely.
If (Y/N) could see the stupid smile plastered on Steve’s face, she would probably laugh. He fondly remembers her teasing over him crying over Glee and shakes his head.
She looks so incredibly peaceful and the way she’s pressed against his body makes his heart pound so hard that he’s certain (Y/N) can hear it.
He runs the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before gently combing through her hair. She makes a quiet needy sound at the back of her throat and takes a fistful of his shirt to pull herself closer to him.
Steve swears his heart stops and he can’t help wrapping his arms around her. He doubts she would let him do this if she were anywhere close to lucid, but he’s glad that he gets to hold her while he can.
(Y/N) buries her face in his chest and Steve’s eyes shutter closed.
He falls asleep to the sound of (Y/N)’s gentle, even breathing.
“Steve?” His name is out of my mouth before I’m even fully awake.
“Hmm?” He hums sleepily, one of his hands gently combing through my hair.
“Did I fall asleep on you?”
I feel more than hear the chuckle that jolts through his chest. “Yeah, kind of.”
“Sorry,” I mumble, hiding my face against his chest. “Wait, are we cuddling?”
I feel Steve tense up and slowly move his arms away from my body. “Sorry…”
“I’m not saying that was an invitation to stop.” I say hastily, pulling his arms back around me. “Why would you be sorry?”
“Well, I mean… you were asleep and I just…” He looks away from me, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. I carefully reach up and push his hair away from his forehead.
“Steve, just tell me.”
“You have to promise not to laugh.”
“You know I can’t promise that.” I lift my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue.
He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath and answering my question.
“I’ve had a crush on you for so long and you just looked so content, I couldn’t help it.” He finally meets my eyes and I can’t help the smile that finds its way onto my face. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because your an adorable, bashful, dumb dork.” I shake my head. “I’ve probably had a crush on you since I joined the team.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t notice!”
“How could I have?!”
“How could you not, Cap?” Tony’s voice sounds from the doorway. “What with her constant mooning over you always saying things like, “Oh, Steve is so handsome! He’s so strong and capable!” He says in a mocking falsetto, his hands clasped together and fluttering his eyelashes. “I wish he’d let me show him what I’m capable of.”
“Okay, that’s quite enough from you!” I declare, grabbing one of my throw pillows and chucking it at Tony’s head.
“Hey!” Tony protests, batting the pillow out of the air.
“Get outta here!” I say, holding up another pillow.
“Okay, okay! I’ll leave you two to your gross shenanigans.” Tony says, running away from the second throw pillow as it sails through the air towards him.
I settle back into Steve and he chuckles softly.
“So you like me, huh?” Steve murmurs.
“Oh shut up,” I mutter, pulling his face down to mine and pressing my lips against his. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his body before deepening the kiss.
He breaks away and peppers kisses across my cheeks and around my lips before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll do anything you say, doll.”
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