Marvel Oneshots

Savior from Fangirls (Captain America x reader)

"Sorry, Rogers. I can't go to the gala with you after all. Fury's calling me out for a mission," Nat's voice came from across the living room. Your head snapped up from the reports you were writing for Fury at the sound of Cap's name. Shit. Your crush wasn't going to stay hidden if you kept acting like a twelve year old every time someone mentioned it.

"Nat, you promised," Steve replied with a hint of panic in his voice looking up from the newspaper he was reading coffee in one hand. "And it's tonight. How am I supposed to find a new date before tonight?" he protested.

"You could go alone?" Nat suggested, but teasing. She knew as much as anyone how much Cap hated these charity events. The women at them threw themselves at him. He also hated to admit it, but he was socially awkward. Nat usually went with him to these things. It...discouraged the other women from being stupid. Cap glared at her. You looked back at your paperwork, pretending to be paying attention to it and not the conversation. "Fine, take Wanda with you,"

Wanda perked up from where she and Loki were painting each others' nails. "Can't. One, I'm 17, Two everyone knows I'm dating Vis. They wouldn't believe it," she reminded the room at large. She had a point and the women wouldn't leave Cap alone if they didn't believe he was actually with the person he was using as a decoy. The media kept occasionally shipping him and Nat, so the story was believable enough.

"I could accompany you. It would be entertaining at least," Loki said with a smirk, his form shimmering to female as he, now she, looked over at Cap from where she was working on Wanda's fingernails.

"That would be a disaster. I'll just go alone," Cap commented dryly.

"That would be the entertaining part," Loki commented sadly, his form shimmering back to male, pouting at his lack of fun.

You stared at your report, fighting back stupid unwelcome tears. It didn't matter that he wasn't considering inviting you. He barely noticed you existed. Plus, this wasn't a date, it was saving him from an evening of being hounded.

"Y/N, why don't you go?" Nat asked too innocently. She knew about your stupid crush. You flushed at that and wondered what object in your vicinity would be easiest to kill her with.

You were just settling on the very expensive looking lamp on your end table to chuck at her for being an ass, when Cap spoke. "That would work. I-if you don't mind?" Cap asked, flushed and stuttering. Was he actually nervous over this?

You should refuse. Should keep from embarrassing yourself. He would find out about your stupid crush if you spent the evening with him, and he obviously didn't reciprocate the feelings... and yet. "Sure, I'll go," your mouth automatically accepted his invitation, false though the invitation was. "If you d-don't mind my company," you added quickly, awkwardly.

"I-I don't if you don't-"

"Enough, she agreed to go with you already," Nat teased. She looked over at you with a knowing grin. "Y/N, we're roughly the same size. If you don't have a dress you can borrow one of mine. The one on the back of my closet door is the one I was going to wear tonight,"

"Thanks," you said softly, embarrassed. You didn't have a good dress for the evening, and this way you didn't have to buy one. Cap got up to go to...something. He murmured something in an embarrassed tone and rushed away too quickly for anyone to hear what he said. That was strange behavior for Cap.

"I believe that little crush on the Captain you've been trying to hide is reciprocated, Lady Y/N," Loki told you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "One, I'm going to kill you all for that stunt. Two, like hell it is, he doesn't even know I exist. Now if you meddling children will excuse me, I need to get this report to Fury," you stood and stomped off. You delivered the report to Fury, worked out in one of the training rooms, and tried not to fret over your upcoming not-a-date. It wasn't a date. It was a favor for a coworker.