Avengers Imagines

Steve Rogers #4

"I'm sorry Steve I've got to go back home to England." I sighed.
"Sometimes I wish you didn't live so far away." He smiled.
"I cant help being British, I still have strings attached back home." I sighed.
"You don't have to it makes you even hotter." Tony winked, walking past.
"Tony!" I complained.
"Stark." Steve snapped, squaring up to him.
"Sorry Capsicle but its so very true." He smirked.
"Steve, Tony! Stop it." I groaned, walking to my bedroom.
"How long will you be gone?" Steve asked, jogging up to me.
"A few weeks leisure, a few weeks classified information." I said.
"Fury sending you on some errands?" He asked.
"Just a few missions." I smiled.
"When are you leaving?" He asked.
"I need to go shopping to the... Mall... Sorry still not used to American terminology." I blushed.
"Tell me about it." He smiled.
"My plane is booked for this weekend." I said.
"That gives only a few days." He sighed.
"What's the matter?" I asked my best friend.
"I wont see you for ages." He said.
"You could always come to the mall?" I suggested.
A smile spread across his lips.
"Never known a grown man be so excited about going to the mall." I laughed.
"I'm excited to be spending time with you." He smiled.
"We leave in an hour." I said, closing my bedroom door in his face...
- - - -
We had just about finished my shopping and Steve being a typical gentleman took most of my bags out of my hold.
I was scanning window displays when I caught sight of my ex a few metres ahead of us.
"Oh god!" I exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Steve asked.
We couldn't turn around because that would be to obvious.
We couldn't keep walking because he would see us.
"Steve kiss me!" I pleaded.
"What?!" He asked, shocked.
"My ex. Please kiss me." I begged.
He caught sight of my ex and his knuckles turned white.
He nodded.
At first it was a gentle kiss. Soon I was pushed into the wall beside us and the bags were dropped on the floor.
Electricity was shooting through my veins.
When we pulled apart there was no sight of my ex.
"Thanks Steve." I smiled, pecking his cheek and picking up my bags.
He let out a deep, uncomfortable sigh before picking up his share of bags as we headed for the exit...
(Hope this is ok?)