Stevie [Part 1]
Prompt : Based on @shittyaus : where a superhero has to deal with a supervillain who thinks they’re their best friend
Pairing : Steve Rogers x OC
Genre : Good ol’ crack and fluff | Warning : none
Author’s Note : IT’S BEEN SO LONG AND I’M FINALLY HERE AGAIN AND I MISSED YOU GUYS SO I hope you guys will like this! <3 let me know what you think! this is going to be a 2/3 chaptered fix so yay!
“He’s not moving.” Bucky mumbled and nudged Natasha’s arm, lips twisted into an amused smile.
“I know.” Natasha hisses back, hands on her waist while she watched her friend’s jaw dropped in shock.
Once they realized this will take lot longer than they expected, they started to look around the destroyed park and took a seat on the only standing bench near them, eyes still trained on Steve and the woman standing in front of him.
“She’s cute.” Bucky commented after a while.
“For a supervillain.” Natasha nodded, lightly chuckling at the slight twitch of Steve’s eyes when the woman’s face brightened.
* * *
“HELLO, STEVIE!” She pranced towards him. Pranced. Steve could hear Bucky laughing behind him and it took every willpower in him not to throw his shield at his best friend.
Steve let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail today and she was wearing a different shade of dark blue denim jacket. God. He hated this and he hated himself more for paying attention to these kind of details. She stopped short in front of him, eyes twinkling with glee, which was never a good thing. God knows what else she had done aside from almost leveling the park to the ground and he didn’t want to think about that at all.
“You know I have to arrest you, right?”
“But I got us a table at the new restaurant around the block!” She gawked at him as if he was the evil one. God help him. Steve’s eyes twitched a little at her shocked expression. He’d tell her she was an adorable if it weren’t for the fact that she is a supervillain.
“And who did you threaten to get that reservation?”
“I did not threaten anyone.” She gasped in mock hurt, clutching her hand to her chest and Steve let out another sigh.
“Look! Here’s the ticket.” She took it out of her jacket pocket and showed it to him, smiling sheepishly when he noticed the names and the tiny red stain on the corner. “They’re not going to miss it.”
“Please tell me you didn’t kill them.” Steve groaned.
“I didn’t! They’re already dead, okay! I found this in the morgue when I was snooping around. And it’s a nice restaurant!”
Steve squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and took a few deep breaths. He could still hear Natasha and Bucky laughing at him from across the park. Another sigh escaped his lips before he turned to face her again. She was still staring at him with her hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks and goddammit he wasn’t supposed to think she was cute. He wasn’t supposed to think about her at all. He snatched the ticket from her. Her face broke into a huge smile and he cursed himself when his heart did that stupid pit-a-pat thing. She destroyed a park. She just destroyed a park. Get a hold of yourself.
“So, are you going to pick me up at six? We could go to a little ice cream shop afterwards. The weather’s a bit chilly but we’re both kinda immune to that, right? We could bond and be friends. I even let you have a sleepover at my pl–HEY!”
“You’re coming with us, [Y/N].” Steve grumbled, sensing an oncoming headache while he cuffed her hands.
“I guess that’s a no on the dinner and ice cream?”
* * *
In retrospect, he probably should have seen it coming. Why else would they ask him to come to stop a robbery. Tony invented a fucking state-of-the-art stun gun that could help the bankers put down the robbers discreetly. The man even went down to the bank himself to teach them how to use it. Maria Hill only shook her head when he mentioned this and forced him to go and stop the robbery. She literally pushed him into the car, not giving him time to change, shove the shield inside, and slammed the car door shut before he could say anything. So much for a weekend, Steve thought,
“STEVIE!” Steve (along with Bucky and Sam who wanted to tag along) turned his head towards the building and gawked at her. She was standing by the window, flailing her arms around to get his attention. And she beamed. She fucking beamed when he finally caught her eyes.
“Your girlfriend’s real cute.” Sam snickered.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Keep telling yourself that, pal.” Bucky smacked Steve’s shoulder before he and Sam jogged away from him. Steve flipped them off and muttered a string of curse words as he made his way inside the bank.
She had rounded all civilians in a corner and was busy emptying the vault when he walked inside. Blue swirls of her power floated past him as she put the money inside another duffel bag.
“What the fuck is this, [Y/N].” Steve said before he could even stop himself. She pushed the plate of cookies towards him with her power and moved away from the empty vault. Steve fleetingly wondered what these civilians were thinking as they watched the interaction between [Y/N] and him.
“Cookies! Chocolate chip cookies! Fresh from the oven!” She grinned, taking a piece of the cookie. “I even bought you coffee,” she added as she took out a cup of starbucks coffee from under the table and for a moment, he was touched. The warm feeling quickly replaced with mild indignation when he read the name on the cup.
“Mr. Stan.” He looked up from the cup and narrowed his eyes at her. “You stole this.”
“He was nowhere to be seen.” She shrugged. She casually took a sip from the cup before munching on her cookie.
“Come sit here, Steve.” She pat the chair next to her and gestured her other hand towards the frightened group of people. “I promise I’ll let them go.”
“…..fine.” He begrudgingly sat next to her, eyes fixed on her as she opened the door with a flick of her hand.
Her lips curled into a smile and she motioned at the opened door, voice light and cheerful as she spoke, “You’re free to go.”
“So…. How are you, Steve? You look good in leather jacket. I like it.” She was so bubbly and cheerful it threw him off for a good minute. She was wearing a similar brown leather jacket paired with a turtleneck and black skinny jeans. She even braided her hair today, he noticed.
“Why are so quiet? Are you pissed that I didn’t go to your thanksgiving dinner?” She asked again. “You know i was in jail, right?”
“I know. I PUT YOU THERE.” Steve groaned, slamming his head against the cold table.
She laid her head on the table and gave him a little smile when he opened his eyes. “Look at us, being friends and shit. We’d make a lovely couple too.”
“We’re not friends. You’re a villain, [Y/N].”
“Labels are not my thing.” She shrugged and rested her hand on his shoulder. Steve’s heart definitely did not skip a beat when she didn’t break eye contact with him and gave him the most adorable smile he has ever seen.
She hummed a little christmas tune and started to tell him about her days, oblivious to Steve’s inner turmoil.
“I saw your fat dog the other day. Kept it in my place while you were gone.”
“Such a nice dog. I love him. I named him Eggtart.”
Steve buried his face in his arms and groaned. “So that’s why he never responded when I call his name.”
“ANYWAY… I think I want to borrow Eggtart again next week. I found a nice dog beach not far from here and I want to take him there. You’re free to join us if you want.”
“Eggtart is a ridiculous name.” Steve finally said after a while.
“So… you’re coming with me and Eggtart next week?”
Steve wished he could go into cryostasis and sleep for another century.