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

Grease and Pearls - Pt. 2/3

"Wait, ya' wanna tell me ya' got her pretty and all for yourself and ya' didn't jump in sac?"

"...No, we didn't," Steve snapped back, closing his eyes and taking a calming breath.

Did he want to do exactly what the guys were talking about? Jesus fucking Christ, yes he did.

"That's just wrong, man. I betcha have trouble walkin' with her wearin' those skirts and shit," Thor stepped in again and despite himself, Steve chuckled, shaking his head.

His friend were idiots.

"Well, it ain't easy, not gonna lie. But she's... different."

"'Dat true or not, you better go get some, ya' idjt," Thor snorted, instantly making Steve tense up again. "Where da' fuck do ya' think your little lovestory is goin' anyway?"

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? (Steve knew. He fucking knew, but he was not gonna think about that. Just... no.)

He slowly spun on his heels, crossing his arms on his chest to glare at his tall dumbass friend.

"What the hell are ya' talkin' 'bout?"

"Come on, Rogers, you ain't 'dat dumb. It's just a matter of time before your pretty princess gets bored-"

"Hey, she ain't like 'dat!" Steve interrupted him, annoyed at his narrow thinking. She wasn't. Maybe at first, she had only been looking for some distraction from her golden cage, but-

"-or before her daddy locks her up in her castle 'gain. She ain't made for dirtbags like us."

Steve gulped and nearly flinched at the blow. Odinson was talking no shit – Steve was aware of that and that was why it was pissing him off so much. He hit the fucking nail of Steve's head with deadly precision.

"Leave him alone..." Bucky murmured from his station, clearly irritated on his friend's behalf. "And fuck you, Odinson, mind your own damn business."

"Fuck me?! No! Her!"

The only answer the Thor got was a grease-soaked rag to his face.

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The very next day, he was just minding his damn business – as they all should – when the comfortable silence of the garage, only interrupted by the occasional huff and clink of tool, was broken by Bucky's incredulous hum.

"Fuck me sideways..."

"Huh?" Steve raised his head, just like the rest of the crew, and the brunet beckoned to the garage entrance, a familiar elegant figure walking down the driveway.

Steve gulped against the lump in his throat, mouth dry – the heat was unbearable that day, she might as well be a hallucinating of his, but given by the reaction of the others...

"Shit, 'dat her?" Thor whistled, earning a sharp glare from Steve instantly.

"You fuckin' behave! All of ya'! Not a fucking wo-"

"Gee, Steven, cool it. We get it. We'll be all charmin' and polite to your gal," Bucky assured him, but glared murder at Odinson and Maximoff in warning. Bucky could be scary when he wanted – the bullies of Steve's past would know.

Steve eyed his work outfit with a frown, a smudge of oil on his company shirt over his chest as he had been stupid enough to not only lean over, but actually lie over the very insides of the car he had been working on. Well. She did date a downtown guy... guess this will have to do. He sure as hell wasn't about to lose the shirt altogether.