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

Ground Rules (for Love and War) - Pt.1/2

"Good morning, Steve. Had a nice run?"

Looking himself up, slightly guiltily, he scratched the back of his neck. It occurred to you that he was embarrassed at not being the most cleaned-up version of himself in front of you – a woman –, which you found adorable. His forties-man was showing.

"Yeah. Yes. Thank you. Did you... sleep well?" he queried, shifting by the door.

"Yes, actually... are you going to stand there all day?" you teased him lightly and the corners of his lips twitched as his gaze fell to the floor, his shoulder finally bouncing off the door-frame.

"I just didn't want to disturb your moment of peace..."

Your chest felt warmer at such admission. What a sweet thought.

"That is very kind of you," you praised him as he gestured to the coffee pot, checking with you it was for everyone's use. You nodded and chuckled at the tinniest flaw in his thoughtfulness. "Except you were beaten about a minute and half by a much grumpier and louder supersoldier."

Steve groaned and leaned onto the counter. "Let me guess: Sam proceeded with another prank."

You made a finger gun at him, grinning. "Exactly. I don't know how he did it, but I don't think I ever heard a person sneeze that loud. And that often. Poor Bucky."

"Bucky brought this upon himself. He deserves it," Steve grumbled, sipping at the coffee, his eyelids sliding shut blissfully. You were pretty sure that something resembling a moan resonated in his chest, which... didn't do a thing to you. Didn't bring thoughts that were not about caffeinated beverages, but something slightly dirtier. Nope. Nothing. Like... at all.

You stood up from you stool and gathered your stuff, ignoring the way your heart suddenly sped up.

"Well, I just hope we can all keep sane before this particular battle of their war is over," you hummed, every word honest and hopeful. "These two might bring the Tower down. As if Tony wasn't enough..."

"Very true. I'll try and keep an eye on them... try," he emphasized when your nose scrunched with a bit of doubt and you made a so-so motion with your free hand.

"Bold move. I hope you don't get caught in the middle. Though I'm sure you could pull the blue-hair look unlike Bucky..."

Why did I just say that?

Smiling softly into his cup despite his eyes going wide in horror, he took a deep breath and looked you straight in the eye. The brightness of his irises had your breath caught in your chest.

"So am I. You... uhm, you look beautiful today, by the way," he complimented you sweetly, his gaze swiftly glancing over your outfit and casual hairstyle. And for a good reason; having to assist Pepper on a meeting today, you had been chosen to wear a pink ladies suit and a white shirt. You had expected to look like a ridiculous copy of cotton candy – you had not anticipated to... actually look presentable. Feminine even. You.

Your cheeks matched the colours of your jacket at the praise; Steve's shoulders straightened.

"I meant... not that you usually don't. I was... uhm, I like the... the look on you. The one you have today," he stumbled over his words and suddenly your whole body felt warm, pleasantly and yet embarrassingly.

"Thank... thank you. Have a nice day, Steve," you nearly squeaked, threw a quick smile over your shoulder and rushed from the kitchen.

Oh yeah.

Steve... he would often utter a compliment, like a proper gentleman he was, treating women right. Except you never heard him say such thing to Natasha, who was far easier on the eyes. Or to Pepper. He would open the door for you, reached the top shelves when you needed it, always offering a helping hand, shy and gentle smiles, so... diverse to how he was when with the Avengers.