Imagine If You Assembled the Avengers: Volume 1

Chicken (Steve Rogers x reader)

"If I may," Thor began, "if you have feelings for (Y/N), you should speak of them to her. It is clear, even to me, that there is something you are not saying. Do not be afraid."

Steve popped one of the ice cubes into his mouth, chewing on it as he contemplated what Thor had said. "Nah, we're just friends. I don't want to ruin that if she doesn't feel the same." He looked back at you and Bucky, still full of energy, now taking control of the floor with Tony and Natasha. "I just gotta work thru it."

Keeping his eyes on you, he set down his empty glass and made his way in your direction. You didn't see him until he was right next to you and tapped Bucky on the shoulder. "Alright, kids. My turn."

"Aw, Stevie, I thought you'd never ask!" Bucky grabbed Steve's hands and pushed him around the floor. "We might have a fight over who's gonna lead though!"

Steve quickly broke free of Bucky's grip and turned to grab you. You were laughing at the pair, but as the Captain wrapped his arms around your waist, the urge to laugh was gone. The urge to breathe was gone too. He stood still, holding you for a moment, contemplating what he was going to do now that he was here. His eyes brightened and a large grin appeared as he gave you a spin then dipped you backwards, his hands on the small of your back as yours were around his neck.

"You ready (Y/N)?"

"Go, Cap."

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The rest of the evening with Natasha and the boys became more blurred as the night went on; the walk back to the tower seemed so much longer than it was on the way there. Your feet were killing you after hours of dancing in those terrible shoes, and you fully regretted wearing them. You had decided that you just might never wear them again.

"Steeeeve. Carry meeee."

"Wow," Tony laughed as he walked crookedly behind you, "hold on to that dignity, (Y/N)."

Steve obliged, kneeling down in front of you so you could hop onto his back. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you marveled at his size and how muscular he really was. Tilting to the side a little, you rested your head against his shoulder, dozing in and out with the rhythm of his footsteps.

"Thoooor. Carry meeee."

Thor followed Steve's lead, allowing an inebriated Natasha to jump onto his back. "Jesus, I can barely hold on! Maybe skip arm day once in while, big fella."

Tony grabbed his phone from his pocket, rapidly taking photos of the four of you as Bucky critiqued his aim. "Oh, yes. This will be well documented. This is how I'm gonna get my money back."

The tower was dark as your group arrived home. The others went to their respective rooms, but you and Steve had decided to watch a movie when you got back; the energy from dancing still had your adrenaline going and sleep was a few hours away. He reached out to turn on a light, but once it was on you both groaned at the harshness of it, so it was turned off just as quickly.

"Alright, hop down." He was standing in front of the couch so you could fall back onto it, releasing him from your seven-block free ride.

"No."

He laughed and began to shake from side to side, hoping you would give up, but you gripped him tighter. "You can't stay there forever, (Y/N)! I'm gonna win this one!"

"But I like it here!"

Steve sat on the couch, leaning back against you just enough to be uncomfortable for you, but not enough to hurt you with the weight difference he held over you. "Give up, or I push harder!"

"Ooph! Not so comfortable anymore!"

"Give up?!"

Despite the pressure against your torso, you laughed with short breaths, "Never, old man!"

Steve stood quickly and suddenly, reaching back to grab you as he pulled your legs away from his waist. He dropped you on your back on the couch, his eyes now dark and his breath quickened. He laid himself over you, his legs holding yours in place as he held himself up to look at you. "What did you just call me?"

"Old...old man...?" You were stumbling over your words now, barely a whisper. This had quickly turned into a more intimate, more serious moment in a matter of seconds. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest and your body growing tense as his gaze studied you.

"Do I look like an old man?"

"No," you whispered.

"No, what?"

"No, sir." This was a new side of Steve you hadn't seen before, and it wasn't bad.

"Do I feel like an old man?"

"No, sir."

"How about now?" he said as he lowered himself, his weight now holding you down. His lips met yours slowly at first, then growing in intensity and desperation as you responded to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tighter against you.

Steve suddenly pulled back, his eyes shocked, as a hand firmly patted him on the back and you heard Thor laughing quietly.

"Well done, Captain! Well done."