What’s That Supposed To Mean? (Steve Rogers x Reader)
sorry for lack of posting, i’ve been given two speaking assessments for german and spanish and my brain has mushed them together to form one super language
Request; Could u do an imagine about a scene in the Winter Solider? Like the one scene where Steve and Nat r kissing @ the mall to make Rumlow feel uncomfortable but u see Steve and like ur heart breaks a little because u and Steve are ‘flirting’ w/ eachother
Other characters featured; black widow/natasha, brock rumlow/the dick that tried to kill my fave sam
Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
Word count; 736
(this was written from memory of what what I remember from TWS, i’ve seen it so many times so hopefully this is sort of correct, and also if you get the how i met your mother reference then ily)
‘I’m on the top level, guys.’ You murmured, ducking behind a bench. ‘Three STRIKE’s are on the North part, right outside Target.’
You could see Steve and Natasha on the level below, quickly walking, disguised by clothes they stole from lost property. You were relying on old, dodgy earpieces you found in your jacket pocket. The sound was scratchy, but SHIELD (more likely, HYDRA) were tracking your texts and calls, and you had little means of other communication. Shouting ‘Rogers, STRIKE on your left!’ across a public mall wasn’t generally considered discreet.
‘Think you can escape?’ Steve replied.
‘Are you doubting me, Rogers?’ You scoffed in reply. ‘Gimme five minutes. I’ll meet you by the top of the escalators on the west side. Have you got the memory stick?’
‘Affirmative.’ Natasha replied.
You pulled your hood up and stalked off from the bench, joining a crowd of architecture students from the nearby college. Their professor was pointing out all the different features of the mall, so you feigned an interested look and pretended to be part of the group.
Rumlow was now circling your area, and you glanced to the side, noticing that his eye were dancing between your group and a picture, presumably one of you, on his phone.
Your breath caught in your throat as he moved closer to the group, and you jumped even more when the students burst out laughing at a cheesy architecure joke, one you didn’t understand, that the professor had just told.
Seeing it as your only option, you burst out into fake laughter. ‘Oh, professor, you’re so funny!’ You pretended to clutch your sides. ‘Oh you crack me up..’ You squinted closer at his name tag. ‘You crack me up, Professor Mosby! Wow!’
‘10/10 on subtlety, Y/N.’ Steve muttered through the earpiece.
‘Oh hush, I have to be convincing. Rumlow’s off my back now, anyways, thank you very much.’ You murmured back, beginning to walk away from the crowd of confused, mildly started students.
‘Probably because you scared him off.’
‘Shut it, Rogers!’ You hissed, but smiled to yourself. You and Steve had a strange, love-hate relationship. He was undoubtedly one of your closest friends, but you were always flirting on and off with one another.
‘Meet us by the escalators now, we’re our way up.’ Natasha interjected.
You speed-walked towards the top of the stairs, spotting the ginger hair poking out Nat’s hoodie. Panic rose in your chest upon seeing Rumlow on the other side of the escalator. Natasha saw him too, and gave you a sort of ‘don’t worry, I’ve got this’ look.
She then murmured something to Steve and within seconds, she leaned in to kiss him. It took you offguard, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed with about six emotions at once. Anger, jealousy, confusion-
You turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving a confused assassin and a slightly uncomfortable soldier to follow you and work out what was going through the ever-understanble Y/N’s mind.
Taking a left to avoid some STRIKE agents, you pulled open the door that lead to the multi-story parking lot and began storming up the stairs. You heard the door open after you and two pairs of footsteps echo after yours.
‘Y/N!’ Natasha called. ‘What’s up with you?’
You ignored her, kicking open the door onto the second parking level. You spotted an older guy climb out his car, forgetting to lock it behind him as he wandered towards the lift. You mentally noted to make sure that would be your getaway vehicle.
‘Natasha, go and get that car. You see that blue truck over? It’s unlocked. I need to discuss a, uh, plan with Cap.’
Natasha nodded and made her way over to the car, casually opening the door and sliding in as if she owned it.
‘What plan?’ Steve frowned.
You ignored his question, asking your own. ‘So, you and Nat, huh?’ You raised your eyebrows, trying to seem playful, but failing miserably.
‘What? Oh, no! I mean, Natasha’ great and all. Very badass, still very helpful. She kissed me to distract Rumlow. Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.’
‘Oh, so you’re still…independent?’
‘If you mean single, then I am very much so.’
You smiled to yourself, nodding. ‘Oh good.’ You turned on your heel, having heard the engine of the truck spring to life.
‘Good?’ Steve called after you. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’