A/N: Hey guys, so sorry this took so long to get out! Life has a habit of getting in the way… So like I said before, this was six pages handwritten, four pages typed. Maybe my longest thing on here so far. This was requested by a-girl-who-loves-disney, hope you like it dearie! Enjoy!
You stumble out of the Quinjet, clutching your side. The blood had stopped dripping a long time ago, but the pain was still there. You and the new Avengers team had just returned to Avenger HQ after fighting a rogue band of Ultron robots that had somehow escaped the events of Sokovia.
Everything had turned out fine, the robots now disabled and disposed of. But not without some injuries. Natasha ended up with a giant gash on her leg that needed stitches, and Sam had lost a wing on his suit, much to his dismay. And you had a healing hole in your side.
“(Y/N), you need to get your side looked at.” You glance behind you to Steve, as he limps out of the jet.
“I’ll be fine, Steve. Nothing to worry about.” You wince at the pain, but smile through it. “It’ll be completely healed in the morning. You know that.” You turn back around, wanting to get back to your quarters for a nice long bath.
“I know, but I would feel better if you at least got it looked at. You got that because of me. Please? Just stop by the infirmary?” you stop walking, only to swivel on the heels of your feet.
“Steve, I never have an injury last more than 24 hours. That’s why I’m part of this team. This isn’t that big of a deal. I’m fine.” You tried to reassure the Captain, but Steve still had a look of concern on his face. His blue eyes were locked with yours. He takes a deep breath and nods.
“Okay. Ultimately it’s up to you. I’m sorry if I seamed pushy. Go and rest. I’ll see you later.” You smile and pat Steve on the shoulder.
“You too.” You turn your back on Steve, ready for a bath and some sleep. Behind you, Steve sighs.
*Two Weeks Later*
You walk into the kitchen rubbing the last bits of sleep from your eyes. Wanda and Natasha were sitting at the table, eating their breakfast and sipping on coffee.
“Morning.” You yawn, grabbing a mug and pouring the last of the orange juice into it. Wanda and Natasha give a chorus of ‘mornings’ back to you.
“So what do we have on the agenda today?” you ask, scooping scrambled eyes onto a plate.
“Just a normal day. Unless we’re called in.” Steve says as he walks through the door. You force yourself not to groan. Instead you nod.
“Sounds good to me.” you comment. Your about to grab your mug of juice and sit down to eat your breakfast when Steve sidles up next to you.
“Hey, (Y/N). I just want to thank you again. For saving me. I really don’t know how I’m going to repay yo-.” You cut Steve off with the groan you had tried to suppress a minute ago. You set your plate down on the counter and turn to face the Captain.
“Steve, that happened weeks ago. There’s no need for you to keep thanking me. I know you would have done the same for me. you would have done the same thing for everyone on the team. That’s what being a team is all about. So please, just let it go.” After you finish your mini speech, you walk out of the kitchen, your breakfast completely forgotten.
Back in the kitchen, Steve is sighing yet again as he leans against the counter.
“What’s going on Cap? Why do you keep thanking her?” Natasha asks him. He only sighs and shakes his head.
“He likes her. And he thinks he only has the courage to talk to her is if it’s about work. But he’s wrong.” The accented voice of Wanda had both Steve and Natasha looking at the Witch.
“How do you know that? My liking her, I mean.” He asked her, a bit shocked. Nobody knows that he liked (Y/N). Until now. Wanda smiles and taps her temple.
“You are still easy to read.” Steve gives one of his cheeky smiles in reply. He moves away from the counter and sits across from the two women.
“What should I do?” he asks them. Natasha snorts.
“Talk to her. Simple as that.” Steve shakes his head.
“I can’t do that. Every time I try to talk to her about something other than work, I get all tongue tied. I haven’t been like this since Peggy. I just can’t do it.” Steve leans his head against the table and groans.
“Sure you can. You just need a bit of courage.” Wanda motivates and Steve sits up.
“You know what? You’re totally right, Wanda. Thank you.” And Natasha watches with a raised eyebrow as Steve stands up and leaves.
“Did you just-?” she asks.
“Yes. Yes I did.” Wanda smirks. Natasha beams.
Steve walked with such purpose he was reminded of when he had first joined the army. At least he walked that way up until he stood before your door. Without even realizing just what was going on, he raised his hand and knocked on your door.
As soon as his hand was back at his side, all of the courage drained out of his body. He was going to have to have a talk with Wanda later. Steve was just about to walk away when the door open.
You groan when you see him standing there.
“Just hear me out! Please.” He says before you can close the door on him. You like Steve, maybe more than you were willing to admit, but this was getting ridiculous. But you step aside and let him enter anyway.
“Thank you.” You role your eyes as you close the door behind him. You don’t say a word as you sit down on your bed. You look at him, face blank and waiting. Steve shuffles his feet, hands behind his back. He was nervous. And that fact made you sit up straighter and really listen.
“I guess I’ll start off by apologizing. For annoying you, or for anything else I may have done. I know you can be a very independent person, and I know you’re used to being that way, and I think that’s a part of why this is so hard for me. I really like you, and I don’t want to spook or startle you with any romantic advancements on my part. It really is hard for me to talk to women that I really like, and I really like you. The only way I was able to talk to you was if it was about work. Or if I was thanking you. And I am thankful. I probably wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t stepped in like you did. And I really don’t know how to make it up to you. Saying ‘thank you’ just isn’t enough for something like that.” Steve falls silent and suddenly your thoughts sound like gunshots in your head. You take a deep breath and stand up. As you walk over to Steve, you smile.
“you can thank me by taking me out for breakfast tomorrow. How does that sound?” you ask. Steve’s face transforms to the happy, smiley one that always makes your heart stutter.
“That sounds perfect.”