Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.1/2

"Please, just— I'm sorry, please, don't make a sound, my friend is trying to set me up and-"

Your eyes went wide and he suddenly fell silent. Before you could question his methods of shutting you up, his exclaim or the pause, and ask him to be so kind to find another closet, another male voice sounded somewhere behind the door.

"Come on, Steeeve. Man, don't be such a prude. Lillian is a great chic, okay?"

The friend seemed annoyed and you couldn't believe that Steve had not been kidding you. He was actually hiding for the very reason he had offered you. You nodded as you heard the stranger behind the door move and the hand covering your mouth hesitantly disappeared.

"It's just a lip piercing, don't be such a tight-ass. It can actually be quite fun, you wouldn't believe what a girl can do with such thing..."

"Gross," you commented soundlessly and you could feel your companion's eyes burning a hole into your head in silent agreement.

"Goddammit, Steve!"

The voice and the footsteps slowly disappeared in the distance and you... you were face to face with a stranger named Steve in a limited space of a dark supply closet, his breath tickling your scalp, his cologne very much assaulting your nose; at least it was a pleasant assault.

"I'm sorry for being so rude. And thank you," his voice caressed your hairline gently and hearing his suddenly polite tone and evaluating this whole situation, you could barely hold back a giggle all of sudden.

"You're welcome, Steve. How long has this been going on?"

"Two days-" That didn't sound too bad, he should take a lot more- "-at this level. With Lillian. It was Emily before that and Angelina before that. In smaller scale, it's been happening for about four months," he recited dutifully as if he was reporting a status to his boss and this time you couldn't help it – you giggled.

When you could feel the wounded gaze he gave you, you obediently made a sympathetic noise.

"Aww, poor you, your friend supplying you with no doubt great relationship material..."

"That's what he said! But I don't want a relationship material. I don't want any material, not even his... one-night stand material. What does that mean anyway? These are women he's talking about, not a material-"

You let out a tiny pleased sound at his exasperation, which shut him up. You wondered if it was your turn to speak – it was hard to tell, supply-closet conversations weren't exactly your area of expertise.

"Kudos for that thinking," you noted after short silence and the darker shadow of his figure tilted his head. "Did you try to tell him that you weren't interested...? Of course you did, why am I asking, that was a stupid question..."

"It's okay. I'm sorry, I got a little... carried away. It just... it's like talking to a brick wall."

You hummed in sympathy again and the room fell into silence once more.

It was ridiculous how much your mind started working over hundred percent, trying to come up with something appropriate to say. The best you could do was:

"Hey, you want a cup of overpriced organic coffee? I happen to have two."

The needy noise that let his lips was downright pornographic. Or maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, the strange environment finally getting to you.

"I knew I smelled coffee here. I thought I went completely insane."

You couldn't help but smile at that. Yeah, you knew the feeling all too well.