IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates.
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She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”
Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”
(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”