this was originally for someone else, and then i wasn’t gonna post it, but here it is so thats that.
WARNINGS are limited to catcalling, making men uncomfortable, sudden kisses and embarrassing flirting.
Wanda elbows you, hard, and you jerk upright, nearly tripping over your own feet.
“Huh?” You grunt, glancing at her from where she’d been running beside you. She shoots you a dark look and you shrink some. “What?”
“Stop staring and make a move.” She whispers, her voice sharp and you glance back over to where you’d been drooling over Bruce as he went through laboured push ups.
“Damn, hot stuff, you come here often!” You shout across the gym, startling Bruce enough that he lands face first onto the floor and Wanda loses her stride on the treadmill. Hurriedly pressing buttons, she turns off her machine, wheezing around giggles and squeaks of laughter. Bruce sits up, glancing over at the two of you curiously before smiling. “You look hot!”
“Thanks.” He laughs, moving back into position and starting back up with the workout. Wandas hand slams on the buttons of your treadmill as she pulls you from the room, still laughing.
“What the hell was that?” She squawks, shaking your hand hard in her laughter and you blush, glancing back at the gym doors. What is Bruce hears whatever this is?
“Shh.” You hiss, dragging her further down the hall until you came across the cinema and dragged her in. “What?”
“Oh. Oh my. Yes.” She gasps, still laughing and you want to stomp your foot in frustration. “Don’t worry, his face was just hilarious. His expression. Don’t worry.”
You nod slowly, still frowning. But what else could it be? Sure, you’re bad at flirting but it can’t be that bad.
“You’re staring.” Sam prods and you groan softly, glaring at him, but your eyes are inevitably drawn back to Bruce where he struggles to cut a tomato. You beam as the fruit tumbles from his grip, the knife coming down haphazardly, cutting all wrong and barely missing his finger. Bruce swears softly and you mind instantly conjures other imagines. For a moment, he stands there completely still, unable to fiddle with his glasses with juice covered hands before grabbing another from the basket and trying again.
“So?” You mutter, watching him mangle another fruit, his expression drawn into a sour mask.
“Why don’t you just say something?” Sam encourages and you sigh, frowning at the dark haired man across the room. You shouldn’t, he really looks stressed and adding to that stress would just be rude.
“I don’t want to annoy him or something.” You mumble and Sam rolls his eyes, giving you a look.
“If it were me, and a pretty girl like you came onto me, I could never be annoyed.” Sam promises, patting your knee gently and rising to his feet. Inhaling a steadying breath, you licked your lips and hesitated.
“You lookin’ fine as f*ck today, sweet thang!” You call to Bruce, watching him mangle another tomato in surprise, while Sam gapes at you. Bruce stares at you for a moment before shaking his head and grinning, picking up another tomato. Sam stares at you with an open mouth before he carefully moves to your side.
“What the hell was that?” He asks softly while you gaze at a now smiling Bruce, watching him manage to actually cut a whole tomato. Averting your eyes when he looks up, you quickly glance back to watch his tiny victory dance before he settles on another tomato. “Y/N, honey, look at me.”
“Hm? What?” You mumble, meeting Sams eyes with a wrinkle of confusion.
“What’d you just do?” He asks softly and you warily glance sideways at Bruce.
“Flirted?” You ask hesitantly and Sam groans softly, palms covering his face.
“Y/N? Please, tell me this is a prank.” He glances around seriously before frowning at you. “Have you started a Youtube channel? Is that what this is?”
“No?” You whisper, your face getting hotter by the second and your panic rising. “Am I doing it wrong? The guys on the street always do it like that and you know I was stuck in that cell.”
Sam sighs tiredly before glancing over at Bruce who’s smirking at the tomatos, even if every so often one still ends up bruised or on the floor.
“Kid, you just catcalled the Hulk.” He groans softly, and you blink at him, cringing.
“Is that bad?” You whisper, horrified and he has the audacity to snort. “Sam!”
“He’s taking it really well, it’s probably nothing. Just- Just refrain from it as much as you can. I’m free… Hell, uh, Wednesday. We’ll watch a couple of movies and I’ll help you out, okay?”
“Okay?” You croak, nodding nervously and he shakes his head, grinning at you.
“You’re really strange.” He smirks and you scowl. Wordlessly, you shove to your feet and cross to where Bruce is still cutting the tomatos and shoot Sam a glare that he laughs at.
“What’re you doing?”
“Hello everybody.” Sam greets, pacing before the television with a superior tilt to his lips. “This is Flirting 101.”
You grin at the grandeur he imbues into the words, without thinking, you nudge Bruce beside you. When he glances at you, he’s dead eyed, and you can’t help giggling.
“Have fun.” You mouth to him and he rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch.
“Here I have my assistant teacher, Miss Romanov. So, welcome students. How about we introduce ourselves?” Sam teases and you snicker, but sit up all the same.
“This is stupid.” Bruce mutters and you poke your tongue at him.
“I’m Y/N.” You greet and Thor laughs delightedly.
“Quite nice to see you here, my friend. I am Thor, of Asgard.” Thor pipes up, grinning at you around Bruce and you grin right back. Across the room, Natasha hides her smile under a palm and Sam beams at you.
“First on the agenda, we will watch some pivotal and teaching scenes from these four movies. Then Natasha will illustrate a correct technique, before we pair you off and get you to test it on one another.” He smiles and your smile dies. Sam smirks at your expression, nodding subtly.
“I have something to do!” You shout, jerking to your feet and Natasha snorts. Sam frowns at you playfully, eyes narrowed with sadistic glee.
“I’m sure you don’t.”
“What exactly, have you got to do?”
“You want me to explain?” You hiss, clearing your throat nervously and glancing at the others. Bruce has a worried expression on his face, his eyes almost pleading for you while Thor looks mildly interested. Meeting Sams eyes with your own, you narrow your gaze and try not to smile. “I just got my period.”
“Now- Y/N, you can’t-” Sam starts, only for Bruce to cut in.
“Dude, what the hell?” He snaps and Sam quiets, eyeing him nervously. “If she’s got to go, she’s gotta go. Why would you make her reveal that?”
“Come on, Y/N, he’s a dick.” Bruce snaps, gently catching your arm in his and guiding you from the room with a furious look in his eye. As you clear the door, he grins at you and you can’t help brightening with him. “Run, run, run.”
You yelp as he takes off, his hand catching yours and pulling you along with him, your laughter echoing down the hall behind you.
“Damn it!” Sam shouts and Bruce laughs, pulling you around a corner and pulling you into the bathroom, both your chests heaving as he slams the door shut and locks it. Brushing your hair back, you can’t help but grin at him as he presses a finger to his lips and presses an ear to the door.
“I can’t hear him.” He whispers and you snicker, hopping up onto the sink to watch him. “But we should stay here for a little while. Just in case.”
You eye him with a delighted curiosity, picking up on the hesitant note in his voice. “That’s what we should do, you think?”
He shrugs uncomfortably, his cheeks a little red and you grin. Wait. Are you flirting?
“What’ll we do?” You ask, glancing around the sparingly furnished bathroom with a disappointed frown. Bruce scratches his head, glancing around unsurely as well.
“Uh-” He hums, and you refocus on him, just in time to watch him cross the bathroom in a single stride and capture your jaw in his palm. For a moment, his lips hesitate over yours and you ache with a sudden intensity you can’t name, your hand coming up and tugging on his hair, pressing your lips to his.
He groans softly as your lips touch, his hand catching on your waist and clutching it as your thighs close around his waist, holding him close. Tugging on his hair, you swallow his moan, licking into his mouth and earning another groan. Tongue sliding against yours, Bruces head tilts, the angle moving him closer and you moan softly as he curls his tongue against yours.
“Baby, what that mouth do?” He gasps as you part and you can’t help snorting, your head falling to his shoulder as he chuckles. “Were they serious? Were you really being serious there?”
“I can’t flirt!” You protest shyly, holding your face hidden against his shoulder and he laughs again, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.
“They were so bad.” He teases and you pull back, glaring at him and punching his shoulder.
“Well how bad could they be? Or weren’t we just making out?” You counter, raising your eyebrows and smirking smugly. He laughs, rolling his eyes and pulling you off the sink to slide slowly down his body.
“I liked you before you started yelling weirdly sexual things at me, doofus.” He retorts, grinning when you tug lightly on his hair, before tucking it behind his ear.
“But would you have locked yourself in a bathroom with me to kiss me if I hadn’t made yelled said weirdly sexual things?”
He groans, head rolling before he smiles at you softly. “You win.”
You laugh, palms capturing his face and pulling him toward you for another kiss.