((A/N: Ah, Captain my Captain. Another oneshot, hopefully not too gooey and sappy for ya’ll. I wrote most at work, too, so if it’s disjointed I’m sorry.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Language (teehee) ))
Your jaw was agape. You stared at the man before you as though he were an alien. Had he really just said that? Was he quite serious right now? A flush had crossed his features and it was obvious he felt suddenly on display, “What’s so bad about that?”