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

Hug It Out - Pt.2/4

The man's smile widened a bit, a glint of something appearing in his eyes.

"You betcha', darling. We could try again. For longer. Somewhere else, huh?" he suggested with a raise of his eyebrow, causing your smile to freeze.

Oh. Shit. You sure don't go beat around the bush.

"S-sorry. I still have few... hours to be here."

"Well, I don't mind people watching..."

With those words, he stepped towards you, making you back off immediately, stumbling over your own feet. You were lucky not to land on your ass.

You breathed in and out shakily, quickly looking around. Why was no one watching now? People had been staring all fucking day!

"I- I do, so..." you stuttered, panic growing into enormous measures in your belly, twisting your insides. You were glad you were wearing sneakers, because damn, you felt like you would need to run. Soon. "S-so I'm gonna have to—to ask you to leave, sir."

He clicked his tongue. "We can leave the 'sir' for later, darling. It's just Josh for now."

Bile rose to your mouth and your head started spinning a bit. You heard your pulse in your temples, your heart going crazy. Yep, this was not good.

Why did he keep walking towards you? Why couldn't he just... leave?

"You alright, madam?" asked a voice on your left and you nearly jumped out of your skin, your hand shooting up to your chest to keep your rapidly beating heart in your ribcage.

You got a glimpse of a taller figure, wide shoulders and blond hair, before your other companion demanded your attention. And the blond's.

"Hey, I'm talking to her, fuck off-"

With a gulp, you watched the man by your side take a step forward, closer to... Josh? His jaw was set tight, his cerulean eyes giving the other man a stern look.

"Then you let her speak for herself," he emphasized the word 'speak', a frowning line appearing between his eyebrows. His head beckoned to you inconspicuously. "Madam?"

Madam? Was he really calling you- No, nope relevant right now.

"Uhm... I—I asked you to leave," you whispered weakly, which earned the smaller man a challenging raised brow from the blond.

"And I wanna know what kind of a frigging free hugs chick you are when you wouldn't put out, sweet-cheeks."

You felt tears of disgust in your eyes, the lump in your throat only growing bigger as he reached for you again.

He never got to touch you though – in a lightning speed, a big hand caught his wrist in a steel grip.

"The lady asked you to leave," the blond man nearly growled at your side, causing you to jump again, your heart skipping a beat.

Jeez, talk about being intense.

A shadow of pain crossed the Josh' (Jordan's? Jason's? J-whatever...) face as your potential rescuer wouldn't let go.

"Fuck, man, let go-"

"I will if you leave her alone and get lost."

A flash of anger glistened in the intrusive guy's eyes, a mean spark of rage and resistance, but then his teeth clang together, a small whimper escaping his lips.

It wasn't hard to figure out why when you saw the muscles of the larger man dance on his forearm – huge forearm, by the way.

"Man, just find your own chick to f-"