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

Nothing but the Truth - Pt.5/8

"Oh come on! I'm your friend! And who am I gonna tell?" she exclaimed, half-offended, half-excited. "I'm totally harmless!"

She... had a point, right? Who was she gonna tell? She was your friend and she even covered for you when you messed something up, she was loyal to the company, being there longer than you and—and-

And you still couldn't spill your guts to her.

Or could you?

Raising your head and meeting her expectant gaze, you kept your mouth shut as you reached for your phone and started typing.

Peripherally, you could see her frown in discontent and confusion.

"I'm sorry, are you ignoring me again, young lady?!"

You held up your index finger, sent the text and then you resumed to ignore her.

She rudely waved her hand in front of your face when you returned to the paperwork.

"It's classified," you repeated absently, distractedly reading over the lines of the document, checking for typos.

Irma threw her hands in the air and refused to leave, looking over your shoulder as your heart nearly gave out with the insane pace it was set up in.

Had she always been so nosy?

You almost jumped out of your skin when your phone started vibrating, lighting up with Steve's face.

You hadn't spoken or texted ever since the taxi dropped you off at your apartment after the interview. You had spent the rest of the night alone, perfectly content with a take-out and your intrusive thoughts about ridiculously attractive and kind supersoldier keeping you from some quality sleep.

"Your boyfriend's calling you," your friend pointed out, grin in her voice as you sarcastically thanked her for her observation and accepted the call.

"Hey- hey, Steve," you stuttered to the phone nervously, not expecting him to react to your stupid text so soon, with a phone-call no less.

"Hey," he greeted you courtly and you gulped, avoiding your friend's gaze. You were dating Steve; whatever he was about to tell you, you shouldn't look spooked when talking to him in front of anyone who wasn't involved. "I assume you're talking about your office-mate?"

"Y-yes."

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs when he proceeded to tell you her full name, social security number, her marital status and names of siblings and parents.

"Yeah, that's... eh, that's her."

Your colleague raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"Do you trust her?" he asked matter-of-factly. "Her records are clean, but we can't have her telling tales anywhere."

"Yes," you confirmed, trying to sound firm.

The idea of confiding in someone who wasn't an Avenger and didn't have a penis was way too tempting and you started to getting giddy on the inside, already feeling the relief at the mere idea of spilling it to someone.

You melted into your seat when Steve spoke up again, his tone much more like the one you were used to, hell, softer even.

"I understand this must be difficult for you. You deserve to talk about it with your friends and I... I understand that maybe you don't... you don't want to talk about it with me. Just... you can, you know? You can tell me anything, doll," Steve coaxed you, voice falling an octave.