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Steve Rogers x reader: Technical Difficulties

"I don't like bullies, I don't care where they're from."

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Tony watches the screen in front of him and laughs, completely absorbed in the apparently hilarious scene that he's watching unfold. Yeah, Tony is a bit of a fanatic when it comes to watching everyone in the Avengers tower. He just likes getting dirt on everyone so he can blackmail them with it later.

"Steve, you just click the app." You say, pointing to the Netflix app on the smartphone that he held.

"I don't understand." Steve says, pouting his lips.

You sigh and lean over the back of the couch, clicking it for him. His eyes go wide and he watches curiously as Netflix loads. Unlike most normal people who hate how long it takes for it to load, Steve seemed upset when it was gone. He stared at the screen in awe and confusion, only three movies being shown. Of course, all he had to do was swipe to the left to see more of them, but he doesn't understand, he had already told you this at least 30 times.

"Okay, now," You say, grabbing his hand and leading his finger where it needed to be on the phone, "Just swipe."

You moved his finger to the side and more movies were displayed and Steve grinned like it was the coolest thing ever. Maybe we do take things for granted. You watched Steve as he looked through the movies by himself, his movements almost robotic, making you smile slightly.

You were still leaned over the back of the couch, practically laying on Steve's shoulder. He would normally be weird about this kind of contact but he was watching Arrow.

"He's kind of like Clint." Steve deducted, holding his chin in thought as he watched Oliver Queen shoot an arrow.

"Except Oliver doesn't sneak around in air ducts like a creep." You say, raising your voice as you hear a scuffling sound above you.

"Why do you just assume that it's always me? It could be Nat!" Clint yells from inside the duct, his voice sounding muffled.

You stand up straight and look up at the ceiling. "Because Nat isn't a pervert!"

You hear Clint mumbling something, but it's too muffled to understand. You smile before leaning back on the couch, a little further away from Steve this time.

Steve accidentally presses the lock button. He frowns and you quickly try to get it away from him. Before you can grab it, he clicks the lock button again and the phone lights up, displaying the time and your lock screen of Captain America.

"Hey," Steve says quietly, smiling at the picture, "It's me."

"Uh huh." You say, clearing your throat awkwardly and stretching your arm out to put your pass code in. 1918.

"That's the year I was born!" Steve informs with a big smile, completely clueless.

"Is it? Huh, I didn't know.." You say, your face burning in embarrassment.

Steve taps the Twitter app and you jump over the couch, grabbing the phone out of his hand and rolling off into the floor with grace and obvious skill.

"What was that about?" Steve inquires, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shake your head and lock your phone, the Captain America Twitter fan page no longer being shown. Okay, you were a fan of the patriotic hero. Only a little bit, at least that's what you told yourself. You just thought he was so amazing, he always risks his life for others. He's a true hero.

Your phone vibrates in your hand and you open the message.

Tony: I'm gonna tell him about your obsession if you don't do it.

You: Tony, I'm not doing that!

Tony: Y/n, it's just a party! What could go wrong?

You: How many times a day do you say that?

You: And I'm not going.

You: Tony?

"Avengers, I have some news for you!" Tony's voice booms over the intercom and you start to panic.

Steve sits up and looks at one of the cameras that's on the ceiling. You clasp your hand over your mouth and try to think. What do I do? You think.

"Our dear friend and teammate, Y/n has a little problem, she is-"

You just run toward Steve and jump on the couch with him. He looks at you strangely and blushes because of how close you are to him. You stare into his blue eyes while Tony continues to talk. You clench your fists for a second. You grab Steve by the collar of his t-shirt and lean in, brushing your lips across his. He sits there for about two seconds before he's entangling his fingers in your h/l, h/c hair with the lightest touch. For an Avenger, someone who had almost picked up Thor's hammer himself, you never expected that he could be so gentle. He cups your cheeks as he pulls you onto his lap. You run your fingers through his short hair and pull away, taking in his features. He was blushing like a school girl, his face hot to the touch. You quickly get off of his lap and sit on the couch beside him awkwardly.

"I didn't even think about that outcome." Tony says, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You flip the camera off and look back to Steve, who was grinning widely. You shyly smile back and reach out to him. He takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your hand was incredibly smaller than his, it made you seem so fragile. But even Steve knew you could take someone out with one kick. Both of you stand up and Steve decides to take you the park for a date. As the two of you leave, Clint climbs out one of the air vents with a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh my god, it's about time!" He screams.

"I don't know what they were waiting for in the first place." Tony says, walking into the room.

Bruce trudges in with messy hair and his purple shirt wrinkled up.

"Why are you yelling?" He asks.

Tony pulls out his phone and shows the video of you and Steve kissing. Bruce blushes heavily and Tony and Clint smirk like perverts.