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Steve calls himself "bougie" and the Avengers freak out

Natasha walks past where Steve’s sitting on the common-area couch on her way to the kitchen. She quickly glances his way before taking three more steps forward, immediately halting in her tracks and then turning around and backing up to stand in front of him. She tilts her head to the side, examining him.

After a moment, Steve says, “Can I help you?”

“Did you buy that shirt for yourself?” She asks.

Steve glances down to remember what exactly he’s wearing. It’s his new dark blue polo shirt he got at the mall last week. Sam needed a few new shirts and had dragged Steve along for the trip. Steve had commented on the soft material of the shirt and tried it on when Sam suggested he do so. It was just too soft not to. The best part about his new shirt, however, is the way Sam’s face looked after he saw it. The purchase was a no brainer.


“That’s a Ralph Lauren shirt, Steve. Did you get it on sale? I never knew you to spend more than seven dollars tops on a shirt.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky says from where he’s seated on the couch across the room next to Sam. “One time he bought a flannel shirt for eleven whole dollars.”

Natasha snorts. “Big spender.”

“That is my favorite shirt,” Steve tells Bucky. “It’s so warm I don’t have to wear a jacket if it’s a little chilly.” Steve’s pretty sure Sam’s shoulders are shaking with laughter he’s almost managing to stifle.

“So how do you go from ‘eleven whole dollars’ to thirty.” She pauses suddenly. “Wait is Macy’s having a sale?”

“No, and the shirt was $28.95 for your information. I was just feeling a little bougie, that’s all.”

Steve hears Bucky sigh loudly just as Sam’s head pokes up from where he was pretending not to laugh into his lap. “What?”

“I was feeling bougie.”

“Who taught you that word?” Sam asks. Then, “Was it Bucky? Who taught Bucky that word?”

“I heard some kids saying it one day and googled it. I don’t know, it sounded neat.”

“Bougie sounded neat,” Natasha repeats, deadpan.


Sam gives Steve the sternest, most serious look Steve’s ever seen. He lifts up his finger and points it at him. Steve’s pretty sure he looks about three years old right now. Bucky’s still sighing, somehow, maybe never stopped. Sam finally says, “No.” He repeats it again like Steve’s a puppy. “No.”

“Uh, okay?” Steve manages.

Natasha shakes her head before continuing to walk into the kitchen. “Bougie sounded neat,” she repeats to herself. Then she starts laughing.

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Bucky smiled as he bumped his shoulder with Steve’s as they stood in the locker rooms, grinning wider as Steve bumped him back. Though he was technically a rookie, Steve had made it quite clear that he wasn’t required by the weird hockey team bylaws to stay with, or be treated like, the actual first years.

“There’s a hazing thing,” He’d said, voice warm in Bucky’s ear in the way that the cold phone couldn’t destroy. “Which you kinda have to do, but the rest of it, don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?” Bucky had asked, looking at the desk critically before dropping to his knees, crawling under it to plug in his multiboard. “I ain’t gonna fuck with it if it’s one of those weird team traditions, Steve.”

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How Would You Feel?

Post fight and the team were all sprawled on the couch, the previous battle and exhaustion washing over them as JARVIS had put on some random tv show that was playing. Every fight, they usually were too tired to go towards their room so now here they were.

Steve and Tony were on the couch, fingers linked even though they were not pressed together. Once in a while, Steve would squeeze his hand and Tony would return the favour.

Natasha was staring blankly at the TV while gently caressing her fingers through Bruce’s hair, his head in her lap. Thor had disappeared into the kitchen with Sam for some food because battles can make norse gods really hungry apparently.

“I swear to god Barton, the next time you jump down from a god damn building, I won’t let Stark save you!” And Cue Bucky and Clint coming into the living room, a dangerous glare on Bucky’s face as Clint pulled a face at him.

“He was just below me, Buck! How should i know it was going to swerve to the right at the last minute” Clint mumbled the last part and winced when his arm hit the couch.

Bucky glared at Clint’s arm like it was responsible for every reckless thing that Clint has been doing.

“Can’t you just love your life, Barton?” Bucky sighed, taking Clint’s good arm and dragging him onto the unoccupied couch.

“Well, why should i? I have you for that” Clint grinned, following Bucky without a fight.

Natasha’s lips curved into a small smile at Clint’s statement.

“He’s got a point there, Barnes”

Bucky didn’t reply, only wordlessly took the first aid kit that Sam gave, two big bags of cheetos in the other hand.

“Ooo, gimme one!!” Clint reached out for one bag but Bucky made an indignant sound and pulled Clint’s outstretched hand and put it on his lap with a look that said ‘move and i’ll make sure you don’t have that arm’ which made Clint pout and sigh.

Sam shrugged and took a seat at the couch that Steve and Tony occupied which made Steve scootch closer to Tony, resting his head on Tony’s chest.

“Man, i am single as hell” Sam mumbled miserably, ripping one bag of cheetos with too much vigour.

“Fear not, friend sam! For my jane is not here tonight, we can be together!” Thor exclaimed as he sat next to Sam.

Sam’s eyes widened when Thor winked at him and the team burst into laughter. Instead of Bucky of course, who was still glaring at the now bandaged arm.

“Hey” Clint called out, voice soft and quiet as the volume of the tv increased.

Bucky looked up into his eyes, mouth pressed into a frown. Clint didn’t like that, he liked it better when Bucky was smiling, when his eyes were - as cliche as it sounds- sparkled with happiness and joy.

Clint’s fingers fleetingly touched the side of Bucky’s face.

“Buck, i’m fine” Clint insisted, voice earnest as his eyss locked onto Bucky’s stormy grey ones.

“You could have died, Clint” Bucky said and Clint was taken aback at the raw vulnerability in those words.

Man, Bucky really does love Clint’s life more than Clint loves his own.

He felt like he had reached another level with Bucky. Being friends with him for 2 years now has been like a never ending up and down ride with achievements unlocked and higher level.

Bucky took his hand that was resting on the side of his face. He was shocked, not realising his hand was still there and tried to ignore the motion that his tummy was doing. It was swooping down and up and all around and it was only them holding hands.

“Well, Tony and I are heading to bed.” Steve suddenly announced and was shocked back into reality.

Oh right, they weren’t alone.

Instead of letting go, Bucky held on as he brought their hands to his lap.

“Yeah, us too” Natasha stood up, giving Bucky a look that Clint could not decipher, Avenger and Shield Agent or no, no one could really decipher whatever Natasha Romanov was trying to tell you with her eyes if it wasn’t meant for you but Bucky clearly did because he shrugged at her. Bruce followed Natasha wordlessly and Clint waved to them.

Thor and Sam left two seconds after, something about milkshakes and burgers and then there were two.

Still holding hands.

“I’m sorry” Clint said suddenly and Bucky squeezed his hand, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine before letting go.

Clint frowned at the empitness he felt.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Clint” Bucky mumbled before leaving Clint alone with his thoughts and god forbid, feelings.

Bucky was still mad. Obviously. Because he handed Clint his normal morning coffee without a cute smile or a smart comment about his bird’s nest hair.

And Clint was in a bad mood because Bucky was mad at him which meant that he was playing video games with Thor and Sam without any good natured threats and complaints.

“Lovebirds still not talking?” Natasha asked as she watched Clint wordlessly play video games and Bucky talking to Steve at the other side of the room.

“Looks like it, if not they would have been squished together on the couch already” Tony shrugged, sipping his coffee.

“You know they’re not actually together right?” Bruce walked in next and Natasha leaned into him as a greeting.

“They might as well be, they’re practically married” Natasha shrugged.

Tony perked up at that, looking like he had the brightest idea ever which made Bruce shake his head immediately.

“Tony” Bruce said in warning but it was too late because Natasha was catching on because she too had a little smirk on her face.

“God help us” Bruce muttered as he left the two of them to their devices.


“So how long can you actually keep this up?” Steve had asked that evening in the middle of a spar with Bucky.

Bucky was sweating, droplets of it dripping down his face but he still wouldn’t give up. He needed the distraction anyway. His feet were sore and his arms needed a rest but he wasn’t going to give up until he won.

“It’s like you just met me Stevie” Bucky grinned, going in for another kick but missing Steve by an inch which made Steve chuckle under his breath.

“Not this, Buck. I meant with Clint”

Bucky kept quiet, going in for a punch but Steve caught his arm and twisted so Bucky was kneeling down, mouth agape as he stared up at his childhood best friend.

“Okay Stevie, you can let go now” Bucky huffed, tugging at his arm but Steve was giving him an amused smile.

“Talk to Clint” He said in that no nonsense Captain America voice.

Bucky rolled his eyes and Steve pulled at his arm a little.

“Okay okay, I’ll talk to Clint! Dear god, let me go” Bucky mumbled frustratingly.

Steve let him go as Bucky mock saluted him and left him there to regain back his energy.

“Young love ” Steve sighed, shaking his head.

“Captain, Sir would like me to tell you that you should and i quote 'get your sweaty ass down here, Rogers’ preferably now”

Steve grinned. “Speaking of love right?” he mumbled to himself as he picked himself up from the training mat to make his way down to Tony’s workshop.

Clint was testing out new arrows. Feeling that sense of satisfaction and joy every time it hit the bull’s eyes but never getting enough even if he tried different positions.

He hates fighting with Bucky. Hates it down to his core because his whole day just turns upside down and downside up and even video games and new arrows couldn’t bring his good mood back.

Its a wonder how he survived life without Bucky before he came into his life. He groaned and took another arrow. He pulled the bow and aimed.

“Tony made you those?”

Clint missed. He turned around to watch Bucky nonchalantly walk in the training room with freshly showered hair and his t-shirt clinging to his god damn toned body.

Clint swallowed and averted his gaze.

stupidly attractive super soldier, he thought bitterly.

Bucky ran a hand through his wet hair, recently cut short because Clint commented about how his hair was getting longer again.

Clint felt his heart beat faster when Bucky came closer so he turned around to grab some more arrows.

“Clint” Bucky called but Clint was too busy adjusting his arrows to even look at Bucky.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Clint’s usual stuborness and waited for the blond to shoot the arrow before reaching out to grab at Clint’s arm.

Clint didn’t flinch from the sudden contact so that was a good sign and Bucky softened his hold, hand lingering down Clint’s until he reached his fingers.

Clint was looking at their linked fingers confusingly, eyebrows furrowed together. He pursed his lips, trying to ignore the tingling feeling he felt from his fingertips all the way to his arm where Bucky’s hold was on him.

“Steve wanted me to talk to you” Bucky said, tightening his grip on Clint’s hand.

“So talk” Clint mumbled.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
“I tried to think of what to say in the shower and came up with so many things
but when i saw you, i came up blank”

Clint’s lips quirked into a small smirk. “Speechless by my good looks i guess”

Instead of Bucky’s usual insult and shove, he looked into Clint’s eyes and Clint was frozen as his own eyes bored into Bucky’s.

“Definitely” Bucky nodded.

Clint’s eyes went wide as he laughed nervously.

“I- i was just kidding Buck” Clint laughed, trying to untangle his fingers but Bucky was stronger so he pulled Clint closer to him so he was pressed up against Bucky’s body. Bucky smelled like lavender soap and citrus shampoo, it was intoxicating.

Bucky usually did this, he pulled Clint close and he would hug him so tight until Clint all but melted into his embrace. But then, that was it. He would let Clint go and it left Clint confused about well, everything.

But Bucky wasn’t making a move to hug him, he was just staring into his eyes and holding him really really close. Clint was trying to figure out what he was thinking but he came up blank.

“I’m not Clint, you’re extremely good looking. And i look at you every day and i become speechless at how attractive you are. And you make me laugh with your stupid puns and somehow it makes you even more attractive that i sometimes question my own sanity” Bucky said, his breath ghosting over Clint’s face through the little gap that they have between their faces.

Clint was shocked, mouth agape and eyes wide as he took in what Bucky was saying.


“How would you feel… if i told you..” Bucky cut him off, a hand going up to rest on Clint’s cheek.

Clint gulped nervously as Bucky leaned in, lips brushing his ear and Clint closed his eyes.

“- that i loved you” Bucky’s voice was close and Clint’s heart rate picked up.

“Do you mean it” Clint whispered and Bucky pulled back to smile at his best friend, his partner before he pressed his lips with Clint’s.

Clint melted into him easily, responding to the kiss quickly as a sigh escaped him. It was slow and gentle and so unlike Bucky that it made Clint cling to him tighter, arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck. His fingers gripping Bucky’s hair when his tongue started tangling with his, exploring his mouth slowly until Clint felt his knees going weak.

He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t because he’s been imagining this for so long it was a bit unreal.

When they pulled away, they were both flushed and their lips were swollen.

“It took a near death experience for that?” Clint asked, laughing as he buried his head in Bucky’s neck.

Bucky’s hand tightened on Clint’s waist when Clint started kissing his neck, teeth scraping the skin as he bit lightly.

“Quite a few, actually-” Bucky let a groan escape him when Clint started working on a real hicky on his neck.

Once Clint was satisfied with his hickey and Bucky was a groaning mess, gripping Clint’s hips so tight it made Clint press his hard on Bucky’s thigh, he pulled away to kiss Bucky hard.

“I love you, Bucky” Clint took the opportunity to mumble in the middle of the kiss.

Bucky smiled and Clint felt his heart bloom like god damn flowers in spring.

“Yeah, i definitely love you” He said before kissing Bucky again.

been thinking about LISA the PAINFUL nonstop since the ending and don’t want to start the JOYFUL so i can prolong the feeling
what i mean to say is, (commercial man voice) TRY LISA THE PAINFUL !

Queen Roger is a party member (his ingame sprite [not by me] is on his bat) and I’m proud to finally reveal my first full cg of 2016.  (´ v `ʃƪ)

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how to entertain yourself as the worlds beefiest and smallest angriest cinnamon roll in 1943: stare at your bf until he kisses you,, if this fails try again in seventy yrs

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“(Y/N), he is not a dream boat!” Tony groaned, shaking his head.

She smirked over at her brother, shaking her head. “Aww but Tony I think I love him!” (Y/N) gushed jokingly, knowing how much it bugged him.

“You know, I think she’s right, Tony. Steve really is a great guy.” Pepper laughed, leaning her head back against the couch.

“You too, Pepper?!” Tony cried exasperatedly. “I absolutely forbid you to flirt with him or date him or even look at him!” He yelled, pointing at his younger sister. 

(Y/N) and Pepper exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

“Who are we forbidding (Y/N) from being with?” 

All eyes turned and (Y/N) cheeks flushed as she saw Steve Rogers, sweaty and panting a little, a water bottle in his hand. Clearly he had just gotten back from his run.

Tony scoffed as he watched (Y/N) and Pepper both smiled at the Avenger. “Honestly. They’re all animals.” He exaggerated his eye roll, making a face a disgust.. “(Y/N) is under the impression that you, Capsicle, are her dream boy.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Steve raised an eyebrow and looked over at the young Stark, who’s eyes were now looking anywhere but at him. “You know? I think there’s some um reading I’ve got to do so uh I’ll be…not here.” She said quickly, cheeks bright red before she rushed past Steve and up the tower to her room.

“You realize by outing her secret, you could’ve just made it that much easier for them to admit how they feel about each other right?” Pepper laughed, shaking her head.

Tony’s eyes widened and then stared at Steve who’s flustered face was turning redder. “You….You like my sister?” Tony grumbled, glaring.

“I…” Steve mumbled, trying to figure out what to say.

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Dedicated to the C&S Poly Stripper Squad (aka Space Nerds) and as always, the Sad Confetti Squad where this idea was born.  I give you, what was so apatly named: ‘titty fucking motha fuckas’ on my google docs. 

It’s truly a blessing for Bucky to get to watch Steve in his natural state, just casually drawing or lifting weights, hell even watching Steve fold laundry or channel surf makes Bucky happy. It’s nice to know that his guy is here, living life, generally happy, doing things other than getting into fights or saving the world. It’s sappy as hell, but Bucky can’t make himself stop hiding in the shadows, just to watch Steve be.  

Of course, ever once and awhile there is a bonus to watching his partner like a total creep, hidden out of sight, standing completely motionless. Getting to watch a shirtless, sweaty Steve Rogers lifting weights in their living room, beams of light streaming in from the windows hitting him just right, making him glow, is one such gift.  

Jesus Christ, but Steve is beautiful. Sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat dripping down his toned chest, grunting while he curls the special 150 pound dumbbells Stark had made for him. Steve Rogers is a fucking work of art.

Bucky sends a begrudging, silent thank you to Tony for wanting to test out a new air conditioning unit and therefore making them suffer from the heat, because it means Bucky gets to watch Steve workout in just itty-bitty shorts. Steve’s magnificent ass practically hangs out them. Bucky has never like Stark more.

Bucky licks his lips, watching shamelessly as Steve’s pecs flex as he curls, the way they bounce when Steve sets a weight down or switches grips. He tracks the beads of sweat that drip down into his, there’s really no other word for it, cleavage. He’s a man obsessed. He just can’t fucking help himself. His baby doll has the very best of everything, chest included.

If there’s one thing he misses about being with the ladies, and really, being with Steve more than makes up for anything he might be missing, it’s the tits.

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Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

(Gif not mine)

Steve x reader

word count; 2118

A.n: I hope you enjoyed it, sorry it took me forever to post this and that it’s super long.


You heard a knock on your door so you went to get, which not much to your surprise it was Steve

“Hey Y/n, sorry to disturb you but I need some help with this thing.It bran new and I don’t know how to use it. ”Steve pointed to his laptop but he was still not looking up.

“Yeah sure, come on in.” You invited him.

“Thank you so much.” He walked in and sat on your bed still not looking at you.

“No problem, want anything to drink?” You asked.

“No thank you-” He finally looked up.

“What?” You asked.

“It’s just that I’ve just rarely see you with glasses.” He smiled.

“Is that good or bad?” You sat next to him and took his laptop.

“Good, you look really pretty. You should wear them more often.” He complimented you.

“Thank you, so what do you need help with?” You asked.

“It just doesn’t work I’ve tried to use the internet but it wont let me, it says its unavailable.” He sighed in frustration.

You chuckled as you looked at the screen “Steve you need Wifi for it to work.” You put password in for him.

“Oh.” Steve turned red “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” You assured him”Do you want anything else?”You handed him his laptop back.

“No,thank you.” Steve stood up and walked over to the door.

“Alright,if you do you know where to find me.”You opened up the door for him.

“Good night.” He walked out,as he walked away he turned around “Oh and Y/n, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You blushed.

You continued your night doing some reading and watching Once Upon a Time on netflix, you had always teased Bucky that Jefferson look awfully alike him but he always denied it, he always told that he himself was better looking.

You finally decided to call it a night around four in the morning, you knew you were going to regret it since you had to be up in a couple hours. That morning you were woken up by Jarvis.

“Ms Y/l/n, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky are all waiting on you for your morning run, they would like to know what is taking so long”

You rubbed your eyes and saw the time ‘6:20’ “Shit.’ You threw your covers off and ran to the bathroom to wash your face and teeth, you came back running to your room to put some sunscreen on and a tshirt and short and your running shoes. You tried to look for your eye contacts but your eye contacts were nowhere to be found. You didn’t bother to look for them so you just threw on your glasses grabbed a hair tie and ran out the door.

“Sorry I’m late.” You told them as you stepped into the kitchen.

“Took you long enough.” Sam told you and got up from the stool and walked to the stair well.

“Well I usually have a annoying bird singing early in the morning which wakes me up, but I guess he got the memo that no one likes his signing so he stopped.” You smirked and passed him as you were going down the stairs and trying to get you hair out of your face.

You heard Steve and Bucky laugh and started to tease him, this was your everyday morning routine besides you being late you guys would start by taking the stairs and then going on a mile or two run.

The boys and you decided on going for a two mile run today and as of right now you had stopped to take a small break.Sam and Bucky were in front of you and Steve bickering with each other when Steve turned to you.

“I like your new look.” He teased, but in a good way.

You glared at him and then smiled “Thanks.”

He chuckled and continued the conversation “Why Aren’t you wearing your eye contacts? Not that I’m complaining, you look very beautiful.”

This time you blushed and look away “Thank you Steve.” You finally looked at him again “I actually couldn’t find my eye contacts which is weird since I usually have some more laying around in my room, but this time I couldn’t find any.”

“Wow that’s weird.” Steve stuffed his hands in pockets and looking away from you.

You eyed him for a second but then continued to speak “Hey Steve do you know where my eye contacts are?”

“What?No!” He threw his hands up in the air.

“Steve you’re such a horrible liar.” You stood in front of him as you crossed your arms.

“I’m not a horrible liar.” Steve micked action.

“Yes you are, everytime you lie you never look the person the eyes and you scrunch your nose.” You smirked since you knew you won.

“Well I have no idea what you’re talking about, plus how was I supposed to get them?”

“By sneaking in my room.” You stated.

“That’s crazy, I would never do that. I mean you do look incredible breath taking with your glasses and I noticed you do this cute thing every time you push your glasses up.” Steve started to get off track once.

“Steve?” You snapped him out of trace.

“Right, sorry. But anyways I do not steal, so you have to accuse someone else.” He moved to the side and continued to jog.

“Liar!” You chased after him.

“What are you fighting about?” Bucky and Sam catched up.

“He stole my eye contacts.”

“She’s a liar.” You both spoke at the same time.

“Oh yeah I saw some eye contacts on your dresser this morning.” Sam spoke up “Is your old age getting to you?” He laughed at his own joke.

“HA I knew it.” You pointed to him.

“No,WAIT!” He yelled after you but you were gone just like you weren’t even there.

You popped into Steve’s room and tried to look for your eye contacts which you quickly found in Steve’s night stand.

“Ha! Found you.” You mumbled to yourself. You were walking towards the door when it suddenly burst open causing you to jump, there stood a very out of breath and sweaty Steve Rogers.

“Wait I can explain.” Steve held his hands up.

“That you stole them? No thanks.” You finally managed to walk out.

“How to get rid of a body? What the hell is that?” Sam asked.

The boys had wanted to borrow your laptop since theres either didn’t work or it was dead. You thought it was the perfect opportunity for you to get your revenge on them for taking your eye contact.

“Is it a weird Tv show that on tv now and days?’ Bucky asked.

“No it’s not.” Sam continued to look thru your recent history search “‘Were to get a gun without a serial number?’ ‘How long could you go to jail for killing someone?’ ‘What the hell is this girl doing?” Sam questioned  

“Maybe she has a paper due.” Steve tried to convince the other, more him than them.

“Steve she doesn’t go to school anymore nor does she work at the moment.” Bucky pointed out.

“Right, right.” He nodded and paid more attention to the screen “Wait look at that one, ‘How to get rid of blood on clothes?’ You don’t think that she’s killing people do you?” Steve worriedly asked.

“No, have you seen that girl? She’s harmless.” Sam tried to calm them down.

“You know when sometimes at night I can hear her leaving pretty late and returning early in the morning.” Bucky spoke up

There was an awkward singles for a couple seconds until they all got up and ran towards your room.

“We have half an hour before she comes back with the food so we have to hurry.” Bucky told them once they reached your room.

They started to dig thru your stuff,which you made sure to keep them kinda visible but still slightly hidden. They did a quick search but kept everything in place so it wouldn’t look like someone was in there. Once they found a gun taped under the table, a bloody t shirt along with jeans and pants at the bottom of your laundry basket ,a knife hidden in the air shaft they gathered around your table.

“What has she done?” Steve panicked.

“Calm down Steve.” Bucky tried to calm him down.

“Calm down?! She could’ve murdered someone for crying out loud Buck, she could go to jail or worse she could get executed.”

“Wow man, she could be hiding them for someone.” Sam tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“She can still go jail for helping!” Steve yelled.

“I’m sure if we have a nice long conversation with her we will figure out what is going o-”

You walked into your room to be greeted by three very tall large man standing around your table with there backs faced to you.

“Hey guys can I help you with something?” You asked taking of your shoes and jacket.

They all quickly turned around covering the table.

“We thought you were coming back till later?” Bucky asked.

“Well the food was done earlier than I though.” You shrugged trying to see what they were hiding.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell us?” Steve spoke up.

“Uh no?” You told them but it sounded more like a question.

“Oh really than what is this?” He pulled a banana from behind him without even looking.

“A banana, are you okay Steve?”

“What this isn’t a banana-” But stopped when he realized it wasn’t the gun he wanted “What? No.”  this time he actually turned around and got the gun “What is this Y/n? Why do you have a gun? This is a very weapons, especially if you don’t know how to use it.”

“I know Steve.” You took the gun out of his hand.

“Why do you have it?” Bucky crossed his arms.

“Because I wanted to protect myself.” You shrugged like it was nothing.

“Bullshit Y/n you live in a tower filled with Avengers we could protect you plus we saw you history search.” Sam added.

“W-what are you talking about.” You tried so hard to smirk.

“You know what he’s talking about, ‘How to get blood out of clothes?’ ‘How to get a gun without a serial number?’ What are you doing-” But Steve quickly stopped once he got closer to you and saw you had some blood on your hair “Y/n what is this?” He picked up a strand of your hair.

You quickly snached it and tiried to hide it “It’s nothing.” You smiled at him.

“Y/n Y/l/n you better tell what’s going on before I get Wanda here and make her go in your head!”Steve yelled.

You looked at them and they had so much confusion,pain, hurt in there face you couldn’t help but bust out laughing.

“Oh my god she’s a psychopath as well.” Sam told them.

That made you laugh even harder which caused you to laugh.

“I’m going to get Wanda.” Bucky told them.

“No!” You managed to choke out “Wait.” You tried to calm yourself down “Do you think I’m actually capable of murdering people? It was all fake, I’m the one that made sure your computers didn’t work so you’d ask for mine and I know that you’re nosy and check my stuff.”

“What about the blood?” Sam asked.

“It’s just corn starch with red food coloring and corn syrup.” You smiled at them.

“And why did you do it?” Steve asked as he sat on your bed.

“You stole my glasses.” You smiled as you sat on his lap.

“We’re going to go now.” Sam bushed Bucky out of the room.

“Y/n what are you doing?” Steve started to get flustered.

“I’m just talking to a friend.”

“Well we can talk with you sitting next to me.” He picked you up and placed you next to him and he grabbed a pillow to cover your crotch which caused you to chuckle.

“C'mon Steve let’s go eat.” You stood up and grabbed his hand but he pulled away.

“I’ll be right there.” His face got all red.

“Alright.” You smiled at him and walked to the kitchen.

A couple minutes later Steve finally came down stairs now with a slightly less red face.

“All good?” You handed him his plate.

He just nodded and took his seat.

“Wait, what was wrong?” Tony asked.

“Nothing.” Steve quickly answered and looked down at his plate.