Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots, etc.

Steve Rogers- Cosplay (c)

You and your friends had all gone to Comic Con, and seen as there were six of you, and you were huge fans you had all dressed up as the Avengers. They were real life heroes and you all loved them. To quit the bickering between the five females of the group, your male friend was Black Widow whilst the five of you were the five men.

You had chosen to be Captain America aka Steve Rogers. Your friends and you had made your costumes. So rather than attempting to look male, you were a female version of him. You had a skin tight dress on, it wasn't the most comfortable thing but as, Captain America wore a costume that left nothing to the imagination your friends decided it was best for you to have something similar.

It wasn't the most comfortable thing but people there seemed to like your costume. You walked around with your friends before wanting to go to one of the stalls, so you separated from them.

You were going to buy something but didn't in the end. As you turned around to go find your friends you collided with a firm chest.

The person steadied you. You looked up at the persons face and your jaw dropped.

"Shitting hell," you exclaimed.

A brunette head popped up over the man's shoulder.

"Language," he grinned before disappearing again.

"Frick," you stated as an alternative.

"Are you alright ma'am?" The blond man asked.

"You are Steve Rogers. Captain America," you said still with a shocked expression on his face.

He chuckled at your expression. He looked you up and down before his smile grew.

"You dressed up as me," he smiled.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. This is weird, my friends and I think you guys are really cool and what you've done is really inspirational. I'm sorry if this is awkward," you sighed giving him a lopsided smile.

"It's fine. You make a very beautiful Captain America."

Your smile grew. He was probably only being polite, seen as that was his thing, and he wasn't going to tell you how weird it was to have some strange girl dressed up as a female version of him.

"What is your name? Or shall I just call you Captain?" he smiled.

"I'm Y/N," you stated, "but I'm sure if we get to know each other a little better, you can call me Captain."

He let out a laugh as his cheeks became red.

"I'm sorry that was weird."

"No. I'd love to get to know you better," he smiled.

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Written by Charlotte.