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

Second Choice - Fluff

A/N: tee hee angst ahead darling im sorry <3, also, extra sorry, one of my fav characters is gonna be kind of a dick in this one cause like hes in love w you. but who wouldn't be, cause reader u are cute as FUCK. sorry abt him being a dick tho, i keep writing up here as i finish the story cause this shit hurts my heart alot-

"y/n are you alright?" tonys arm on yours

"yep." you breathed heavily. it was a tough mission. highly riskful and you got shot. luckily just in the arm. Bruce was quick to bandage you. you felt steves eyes never leaving you. you were furious at him.

 if he had been paying attention and not staring at Natasha's ass maybe you wouldn't have gotten hit in the head with his shield, and not gotten shot while you were down.

"you dont look good y/n" he spoke softly, careful not to anger you. 

you open your mouth to retort when you stopped, a sudden wave of nausea hitting you. you grabbed an empty bucket infront of you and unloaded your stomach contents into it rather loudly

"yep. fine." you mumble, spitting one  last time. you looked up at Steve, still staring at you, his eyes seemingly filled with remorse and sorrow

"I'm sorry y/n"

"dont." your voice firm

"dont what? feel bad for injuring my girlfriend?" his voice raising as he stood up

"maybe apologize for looking at your exes ass?" his eyes widen slightly "im not oblivious rogers" 

"i wasn't staring-"

"you're the one who said you were over her, you said you were ready for this. clearly that was a lie" you sigh loudly, grabbing the water bottle Bruce had grabbed you

"are you just looking to pick a fight with me now?" his voice raising slightly

"ah yes! of course! what girl doesn't want her boyfriend gawking over his ex and injuring her" you sigh "i dont know what to do with you rogers." you spit out, adjusting your sitting

"you're just assuming i was 'gawking' over her ass, i wasn't."

"guys can we all take a breather?" Natasha spoke up. you shot her a glare, you knew it wasn't her fault. she broke up with Steve, deciding they work as friends. she wasn't hurt. when Steve asked you out you asked her before saying yes. she was so excited for you she helped you pick out an outfit and everything. 

"this isn't your fight Nat" Steve growled at her, turning back to you "this is y/n trying to pick a fight over an accident" he sat down

"fuck off rogers." you spat, standing up slowly to head to the back, "im done competing." you sigh, moving as far away from Steve as you could get.

tony followed suit, sitting next to you and checking your minor wounds, your bullet wound fully patched up. 

as you arrived back at the compound you went straight for yours and steves room. he had to file a report so you took the time to pack your bags. it was time to leave.

he walked in as you zipped your suitcase "where are you going?" he questioned, his voice firm

"my room" you didnt look up at him, focusing on your bags

"this is your room. our room" 

"no, it isn't"

"so thats it?" his voice raising

"i told you i cant compete anymore! you're clearly not over Nat and i just settle as your second choice!"

"y/n i told you i was over her!"