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

The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.5/7

"Let them be... Coffee?" Bruce beckoned to the pot. You bit you lip bashfully. You didn't want to be rude, but coffee... "Or maybe tea?"

You lighted up. "If it's not too much trouble..."

"I'll do it," Steve hurried before the other man could rise from his seat. He pecked your temple. "You go sit."

"Yes, sir..."

Looking around, you weren't sure where to. Between Bruce and Clint? Next to Clint since Bruce was at the bar stool at the end of the counter?

"You can sit next to Clint. It's safe. This is his second mug of coffee," Natasha supplied helpfully and you frowned in confusion. Perhaps an inside joke. "Yes, he is dangerous before he finishes his first."

"Hey!" the man in question complained, but rolled his eyes for your benefit. "That's actually accurate. You can sit here, I don't bite."

"He's just a pain in everyone's ass."

"Morning to you too, Stark," Clint saluted him and a mug of tea landed in front of you, soon followed by a stack of pancakes.

"You're gonna spoil me. Thank you," you said in earnest.

Natasha waved it off, while Steve let out a simple "Planning on it."

"So you didn't spoil her last night?" the billionaire hummed casually, pouring himself a coffee. Your eyes widened and you rather started eating to avoid an answer. Steve only sighed.

Neither of you replied, which earned you some raised eyebrows.

"She seems right at home in his clothes, huh?" Clint added and you shot him a look, mortified. Him too?

"She does, doesn't she? Sign of a successful night?"

Steve grinded his teeth at Stark's latest remark, going a bit red in his face. You sipped your tea, figuring out a sassy response.

"Very successful. I slept like a baby. Sleeping duty fulfilled," you announced and noticed that Bruce's lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile. You continued. "That will be all, thank you for your questions. For further information, contact our PR department. ....Ouch, we don't have one, looks like it's none of your business then. Too bad..."

Tony's mouth was theatrically hanging open, his hand clutching his chest and Clint's eyes seemed rounder than a moment before; then again, that could just be because of the amount of caffeine in his system. Natasha chuckled, positioning a plate in front of Steve – his stack of pancakes was visibly taller and you wondered just how much he had to eat.

Speaking of Steve, he was smugly grinning into his mug. "I have nothing to add."

"Still though. She's like... shining or something. That's released endorphins, I can tell. Good job, Cap."

You internally whined.

If they keep that up, staying overnight is gonna start feeling like a sacrifice.

"Play nice, boys," Natasha scolded them and you smiled at her gratefully. "Let the poor girl eat. She's gotta make up for the calories Steve helped her burn..."

"You too?" you burst out simultaneously with Steve and Natasha raised her hands in a harmless gesture.

"I meant when you were dancing. What did you think I was talking about?" she asked innocently and everyone in the room but you two laughed.

"I hate you," Steve mouthed at her and she just winked in return, turning her attention back to her cooking.

You wished for the Earth to swallow you, but you liked the teasing air hovering above the group of friends. You smiled reassuringly at Steve, stroking him arm shortly.

"It's okay, Steve. I still like you despite your annoying friends," you emphasized the last words, which was followed by affective aww from Clint, Tony and Natasha.

Steve smiled at you, apologetic and kind. "Thanks, doll. You're the best."

To show his appreciation, he kissed your cheek, the innocent gesture drawing a wolf-whistle from Tony.

"Get a room!"

You just rolled your eyes and stole a quick peck from Steve's lips for a good measure. He tasted like coffee; it seemed you might grow fond of that taste after all.

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Despite all the odds, everyone survived breakfast. They teased you once more after you asked about Thor, learning he had left in early morning because of an urgent matter on Asgard. After all, he was son of the King. And an Alien. And a demigod. Apparently, you knew those now. What an insanity your life became in such a short time.

The team went separate ways after the meddling over the most important meal of the day. Steve stayed with you, of course, showing you around the Tower. You marvelled at the view and despite having a tiny bit fear of heights, you agreed to Steve taking you outside at the top.

It was incredible. You found yourselves basically on the top of the world, steps slightly shaky, but with Steve's firm reassurance. You trusted him not to let you fall. So trying to keep your mind of the potential life-ending fall, you busied your mind with how touchy-feely Steve quickly became after sharing the first kiss yesterday night. You loved it.

When you came to a stop, you were unable to resist the urge to spread your arms and let the gentle wind play with your hair and rather loose clothes; Steve's hands found their way to your hips to steady you. Slowly, he moved further, his fingers running in a feather-light touch over your arms and threading his fingers with yours.

You giggled and dared to lean onto him with your back, testing the waters. His lips brushed your cheek and you couldn't but turn your head, catching his mouth with yours in a searing kiss. He was so sweet. You trusted him with your life, knowing he would never allow you to even stumble, and yet you were falling, falling for him so hard. The realization was overwhelming.

How could you be... falling in love so fast?

Steve gently squeezed your fingers, brining your joined hands to your waist and you decided you didn't care and let the kiss consume you.

When you finally parted, your eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. You couldn't stop smiling.

"Put Titanic on your list, huh?" you murmured, your brain turned into a useless mass of lovesick jello.

Laughter was twinkling in Steve's eyes. "Not really. It's a perk of the movie nights, we take turns in who's picking."

You frowned in confusion. "Who chose Titanic?"

For some reason, Natasha didn't strike you the type. Clearly, you were right, because Steve chuckled.

"Clint."

You burst out laughing, Steve soon joining you. You wondered if the whole Manhattan could hear you. Once again, you had no care in the world. 

-----Notes:
I actually had to split it in two parts, because it was awfully long. Just enjoy the fluff, the' attempt at humour' comes later.

Thank you for reading and may the fluff and cuteness be with you ♥