spider-man and steve rogers oneshots 2

Runaway: S.R. (Part II)

omg this sucks im so sorry i apologize for making ur eyes bleed w this cringey content. lol i actually researched a lot on canada for this oneshot what am i doiiiiiing. this is purely fluff now haha

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"Antojo Tacos and Tequila," you hummed as you came down to the kitchen, helping him unbox the food and put it onto plates. "Mmm, that smells nice. Oh my god, you got fajitas?"

"Suspected that you'd want some," he smiled, pouring some tamarind drink into two glasses, pushing one over to you. "Eat up."

"Feels like we're on a fancy date somewhere," you joked as you glanced around at your surroundings. "I feel like I'm in some Michelin-star restaurant in France. This looks more like a restaurant than an actual kitchen."

"You can put that way, yeah," the super-soldier chucked.

"It's better than believing that a dozen rogue agents threatening to take SHIELD down are out for my blood," you said sarcastically as you took a bite out of your taco, but your face quickly fell. "I'm sorry...I feel like I'm putting you at risk. You didn't have to come along with me, you know."

"Fury sent me along for a reason. He wanted me to watch over you, so that's what I'm doing."

"What if I get caught? Then your life will be on the line too, and not just mine."

"I'll protect you; don't worry. There's nothing more important to me right now than making sure you're safe at all times."

An awkward silence fell around you after he spoke, and for the first few moments following it, you were rather quiet, the only sounds you could hear being the clatter of silverware against plates and the occasional sip of your drinks.

"So," he cleared his throat after a few minutes of the strained silence, hating how quiet it had become in a matter of minutes, "how's the food?"

"Really good. How'd you find this place?" You pointed down at your chicken fajitas with your fork. "I swear, I'm in love. These are amazing."

"What can I say, I'm an expert at finding good eats," Steve shrugged.

"I can't believe you remembered my order."

"Uh huh. Shrimp tacos, a tamarind drink, and you usually end up sharing a carne asada rice dish and enchiladas with me or Nat."

"What are you, a mind reader?"

"Y/N, I've known you for five years. I know a lot more about you than you think."

"Creep," you snorted, taking a sip of water. "Anyways, did the person dropping off the food recognize who you were? I hope she wasn't flirting excessively."

"Is that jealousy I smell?" he teased. "Yeah. I think she was standing there frozen in shock for two minutes before finally handing me the food and leaving."

"Oh, shut up," you muttered. "Why would I be jealous?"

"The look in your eyes tells me you're about to murder someone."

"I always look like this," you defended yourself. "I wasn't nicknamed 'Killer' by Sam for no reason."

"No, you don't."

"I'd only be jealous if I was in love with you, and we both know I'm not willing to fall for anyone anytime soon."

Which was a big fat lie. You were head over heels for Steve Rogers, but of course you weren't just about to blurt that out.

"What?" You looked back up from eating to notice he was looking at you almost with a wistful sort of look in his eyes, feeling your heart beat faster the longer you held his gaze. "Is...is there something on my face?"