steve roger x reader oneshots (requests open!!!)

New recruit - fluff

'of course' he smiled and ran back, ripping the shield from his back and throwing it forward. you wanted to watch but your aunt wrapped her arm around your waist as your uncle ran up to you.

"Hey" you heard a voice as you came back to the real world, shaking your head. you look around until your eyes land on steves, on your left. his balcony next to yours

"oh, hi Mr Rogers" you smiled slightly, blushing

"y/n right?" he turned to face you, leaning on the railing

"yeah, that's me"

"you aren't from around here are you?" he questioned, a slightly confused look on his face

"no sir, i grew up in Canada actually. moved to Boston to live with my aunt and uncle as a teenager, i was going to be possibly moving to new York but the day we went to check out our new house was the day Loki attacked new York. Mr Fury filled me in on everything. i knew an attack had happened but had no clue the details"

"you were here for the attack?"

"yeah... i actually met you that day" you took a deep breathe "you saved my life" you looked away, back towards the sunset

"oh my god that was you?" his face a mix of shock and happiness

"yea, i just wanted to say thank you. if it weren't for you i wouldn't be here today. that was pretty much the second scariest moment in my life. when i met nick fury and he offered me a job here i couldn't decline a chance to work with you guys and help people the way you helped me" you glanced over at him occasionally, making eye contact a few times but ultimately deciding to just stay looking at the sunset.

"wow y/n.... well i'm glad fury convinced you to come work with us. look, i'm incredibly bored and we have a fully functional kitchen on this floor. i kinda wanna bake a cake. want to help?" he half laughed, smiling at you

"sure! my mom was quite the baker, i picked up my skills from her." you smiled, stepping into your house to meet him in the kitchen.

As months passed by you found yourself hanging out with Steve at least once a day. whether it was talking in the evenings on the balconies, eating lunch together, training or just talking with the whole group. 

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for Steve in the slightest. you'd had a crush on him since the day he saved your life but this was different. you knew him, you talked, he'd hug you and bring butterflies to your stomach. 

it was avengers movie night and Clint picked Fried Green Tomatoes yet again. you plopped into the love seat on the far right side as Steve walked in, immediately sitting next to you. he leaned into you, nudging your arm before reaching to the side to grab a blanket. you shoved him with your shoulder as he snickered at you. "so wait what did Clint pick this time?" he whispers to you

"take a guess" you sigh and Steve lets out a long groan. the first time he watched it he loved it. movies that took place in older times always made him happy, but watching the same movie 5 times isn't as fun. 

you reached over and roughed up his hair "you can get through this cap" as you placed your hand on his cheek before pushing him off and laughing.

the blush was evident on his face but you just ignored it. he wasn't blushing because he likes me, he was blushing because i embarrassed him or something. you decided, you reached to the side table where you left your popcorn as well as the two bottles of y/f/d (your favorite drink)  and handed one to Steve as he threw his blanket over your legs.

you placed the popcorn between you as he pulls out his phone and sends you a text.

Steve: this movie is getting old