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

Surprise Me - Pt.2/2

"Is that a yes?" he quirked up, looking pleased. You furrowed your brows. Did you mumble? Did he not understand you?

"What-? No. I mean, I would totally say yes, even though I am missing the logic here, because I messed up and you are giving me another shot which feels more like a reward, but... I won't be able to even get a lunch break in the first place."

"You didn't mess up," he murmured. "So if you could..."

"I would come," you confirmed, losing yourself in the intent eyes observing you. It was all very much beautiful and incredible, but... if you couldn't go tomorrow, what was the point of telling him this? You did it anyway. "Of course I would. Just like I would have today."

"Good. So call your boss."

Your mouth fell agape. "I'm sorry?"

"Ask him if you could get a lunch break tomorrow."

"But that's- that's not-" you stuttered, taken aback by the crazy idea. It was an utter non-sense. There was no hope for him saying say yes. So why even call him? To piss him off?

"Please?" Steve whispered, levelling himself with you, giving you an encouraging smile, looking at you from under the unfairly long eyelashes of his and you were a goner.

"I might as well just hand him my resignation..." But was it worth it? One lunch with Steve versus a keeping this short-time gig? You could use the money, there was no doubt... but the outlook of lunch with this fine man... you sighed and pulled out your phone, turning the pager off so you could hear Pratt speaking instead of listening to the beeping. "I'm gonna get fired... Mr. Pratt-"

"WHERE ARE YOU? I'M TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR TEN GODDAMNED MINUTES!"

Exaggeration. Good start. You put some distance between your ear and the speaker, grimacing.

Well, it already looked like you might be free tomorrow - jobless - before you would even get to the subject of the call.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pratt-"

You did not expect Steve to take your phone from your hand - it shocked you enough that you didn't even protest, your fingers letting go of the device without consulting your brain.

"Mr. Pratt, this is Captain Rogers-" Steve announced in something you would only describe as his captain voice. And boy, did it do things to you...

Yet, you were so hyped up that you just mouthed a surprised 'what happened to 'it's just Steve'', which caused the man's lips twitch in amusement and he held out a hand to you so you would keep quiet.

Utterly confused, taken aback and excited at the same time, you mimicked locking your lips and throwing away the key.

What the hell was he doing?

"Oh, Captain? What can I do for you?" you heard Pratt's surprised and tamed voice from the other end of the line.

If you wouldn't have been busy wondering about Steve's unexpected actions, you would have rolled your eyes at the immediate change in Pratt's attitude. Good little spineless bootlicker.

"First of all, you could stop yelling at your assistant. I asked her to stop by in my van, because... I needed her to help me pack."

Oh wow, Captain America was the worst liar ever. That explained so much. Especially why he had done so well and seemed so natural during doing the PSA about lying to authorities. You did appreciate Steve's note about Pratt yelling at you, though. You smiled at him gratefully.

"Oh. I'm sorry. She didn't tell me."

"It was rude of me to snatch her like that, so I am sorry." You couldn't help but giggle at the serious expression Steve face when saying that.

"It's no trouble, Captain Rogers. Not at all. I'm sorry for disturbing-"

"That's perfectly alright, Mr. Pratt. But I would actually like to ask a favour-"

You opened your mouth, but Steve just shook his head so you kept quiet. And here it comes...

"Of course. What can I do for you?"

You could not believe this guy. And it applied for both of them, actually.

"May I borrow her tomorrow?" Steve asked easily, causing an incredulous smile attack your lips and somehow, you rose to your feet without realizing it. Perhaps to be closer to the miracle that might be in progress. "Let's say from half past eleven a.m. to two p.m.?"

"Absolutely, she would be at your service, Captain," Pratt offered graciously - and kinda as if you were a piece of meat to sell, but hey, at least this was a pleasant trade and you couldn't say that you minded. "But... if it's not too rude to ask... may I know what for?"

Steve grinned at you. "We're having a lunch. Thank you, Mr. Pratt. I'll pick her up on eleven thirty sharp."

And then he hung up, handing you the phone casually.

"Looks like you're free for tomorrow lunch. Would you like to have one with me?" he asked politely and you stared at him speechless for a long moment, until you cracked and started laughing at his question and couldn't help but tease him.

"What if I said no now?"

Steve's satisfaction and cheeriness was immediately overtaken by shadow of disappointment, but he gave you a gentle smile.

"Well, then I guess I would pick you up and let you go wherever you wanted to, since I've already arranged for you to have a break."

And he seemed absolutely serious about it, offering you an out if you needed and it made you want to scream yes to his lunch date even more.

"That doesn't seem right. I think I'll go with you. Thank you, Steve."

"You don't have to feel obliged, you know. If- if you don't want to-" he stuttered, and within seconds, he was back to the guy whom you had found earlier this day sitting on the couch, sketching and feeling like nothing (or a dancing monkey, really).

It broke your heart a little and caused you did something stupid; you reached for his hand hanging by his side, squeezing lightly, and you made sure to into his eyes despite feeling nervous at such a bold gesture.

"I'd love to go to lunch with you, Steve."

Your reward was a gorgeous smile, lighting up his eyes. "Then it's settled. Do you have any preferences?"

You almost melted at his thoughtfulness, warmth spreading in your chest as he squeezed your fingers in return.

"No, I don't think so. Surprise me, Steve."

Something tells me it won't be a problem for you.

-----Notes:
So, this way fun. Perhaps a little silly, but hey.

FYI: The very first SPN's Dean's task was to bring a smoothie. He wasn't even a P.A. at that time. Just a little reference ;)