I had so much fun writing this one. Like seriously. Oh my gods. I
was worried at first that I would find it difficult to get the right
amount of teasing in this story but after re-reading and a little
editing, I think it turned out alright. Thank you so much to mattandbenedict for this wonderful, wonderful request. Also, azul23blue, I believe you were looking forward to this one too.
Request: Can you do a oneshot where Nat and the other avengers tease you about
your crush on Steve,but he doesn’t get that the obvious comments are
about him. Somehow(maybe they tell him,idk) he finds out and can’t
believe it and you two kiss. Lots of fluff❤
“Well, well, well,” Tony smirked as you walked into the room, “Isn’t someone looking a little patriotic today?”
Without realising it, you had indeed co-ordinated your outfit with the red, white and blue of both the American flag… and Steve’s shield. A pair of navy blue jeans, a white shirt and a red leather jacket were the main components to your apparel for the day. You also were wearing a necklace that had a star as the pendant – it had been a gift from Steve last Christmas so you never took it off – but again, it was all coincidental.
Shooting daggers at Tony, you took a sip from the hot mug of coffee in your hands. You weren’t officially an Avenger (Fury hadn’t said the magic words including “Avengers” and “Initiative”) but everybody acted like you were. You’d saved Natasha’s life in the streets of New York without realising who it was. She had been deep in a conversation over her earpiece with Tony. It didn’t really matter what he was talking about – just the fact that it was Tony speaking meant that somebody was going to get offended and this time it was Natasha. Whilst heavily involved in her conversation, the red-headed agent hadn’t noticed the speed at which a drunk driver was barrelling around the corner.
Thanks to you hurling yourself at her, she wasn’t hit – although she did get a bruised hip and a stonking headache. In return, she offered you dinner and the pair of you hit it off. After that point, you’d been invited back to the Avengers Tower multiple times and you’d met the others. Though you hated to admit it – so you never did – the first time you saw Steve, you thought he was perhaps one of the most beautiful men you had ever met. His smile, his goofy laugh, and the way he ran his hands through his hair were adorable. When combined with his brave, chivalrous personality and his heart of gold, you could see why every woman you knew fawned over Captain America.
And that was the problem.
Every woman you knew fawned over Captain America. There were literally fan clubs across the US that had gathered solely with the intention of appreciating his chiselled abs or his cute butt (you could’ve sworn you saw something on the internet regarding a fan club called “Captain Ass-merica Appreciation Society”). Either way, you refused to let yourself become one of those people and so denied the feelings that were stirring within you.
However, what you couldn’t help was everybody else noticing how you wouldn’t shut up about him, how you complimented him regularly when he wore blue because it matched his eyes, how you smiled every time someone mentioned his name – it was pathetic how easily your body betrayed you. Pretty quickly, every single one of the Avengers had cottoned on to how you felt about him. Except two people – Steve and yourself.
“Speaking of which, where is the star-spangled stud today?” Tony said, taking a sip of his own drink. You had walked into the kitchen where everybody except for Steve had ‘assembled’. A pot of coffee had recently been made and most had a cup of it. Bruce was the only one without: “Caffeine and I don’t really… mix well.” He’d said the first time you’d made the mistake of offering him some.
“Apparently, he’s having a lazy day. I wouldn’t expect him to move from his room for some time.” Natasha said nonchalantly. If you didn’t think so highly of the assassin, you’d be a little disconcerted about how she seemed to know everything about everyone at any one time. “So that gives us the day to talk about him behind his-”