There might have been a slight connection between you and your Captain. You didn't want to admit it, of course, because nothing was worse than you lusting after your superior that only smiled on rare occasions.

And the mission you were on?

Was definitely not one of them.

"Y/N, I told you to cover the right side of the building!" Steve's voice snapped harshly through your comm and you winced, tumbling behind a tree for cover as a hail of bullets snapped away the edges of the bark.

"Guess this is a bad time to tell you my sense of direction isn't that great." You said breathlessly.

"Your sense of taking them isn't looking too good either." Clint snickered.

"Stuff it, Barton or I'll stick your head on my wall."

Loading your gun, you slammed yourself on the ground, brought your weapon to your shoulder and began to shoot at any and everything moving. There were more HYDRA agents than you could handle and you knew that everyone else would be busy with their own pack of miscreants. Right as the closest agent reached your tree, a swift blur of red white and blue knocked him away and you let out a relieved sigh as Steve and Sam came to your rescue. You shot the stragglers and collapsed onto your stomach once they were all dead, fighting to inhale a good and proper breath.

"Hey, Y/N. You all right?"

Sam trotted up to your side and offered a hand. You took it and pulled yourself to your feet, avoiding the burning glare that Steve was giving you.

"I'm good, Wilson. Thanks guys."

"No pro—"

Sam's warm tone was cut off by the sharp voice of your leader, his eyes just as cold.

"You're on probation for two weeks. If you can't learn to take an order by then, it's safe to say you'll be stuck behind a desk until you prove you can."

You watched in shock as he turned his back on you and Sam.

"I hate paperwork." You said begrudgingly.

"Y/N."

Wincing at the tone of his voice, you turned to see your teammate wearing a grim expression, but before he could voice his concerns you only shook your head.

"Not today, Sam."

He nodded in understanding.

"Let's go home."

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"Stupid...controlling...jerk face."

Every resentful mumble was followed by the sharp slam of your fist on the keyboard in front of you. The broiling anger that had been building inside only surged as a few keys came falling off, the result of your brutal attacks. You slumped forward and rested your head in your hands with a loud groan.

Staring at a computer screen for hours on end gave you quite the headache and by the middle of the first week, you were running out on the desk job. Whether you wound up at the training room or wandering the city, it didn't matter because it was far better than filing a bunch of papers with print so tiny it seemed almost nonexistent.

You looked at the clock.

Half an hour.

You'd already spent 30 precious minutes of your time sitting behind a slab of wood and the early morning coffee pot was barely making its rounds before it saw the elevator doors closing on your satisfied expression—which twisted into a look of dreadful reluctance when it moved down a floor and opened to reveal none other than Steve Rogers himself. His face hardened at once and it turned you into a guilty squirming mess as he entered the elevator. Neither of you had anything to say although just about a thousand no good words kept popping into your head, straining to get past your lips and make themselves known.

You were struggling so hard to keep from insulting him with that hot temper of yours that when the elevator lurched to a stop and the lights began to flicker, a loud "Fuck!" escaped and ballooned in the still air. Steve, gripping the handrail to steady himself, threw you a sharp look that you ignored.

"This is such a coincidence." You mumbled, a huge swell of panic enveloping your chest and making you gasp for air.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Steve asked from the far side of the elevator.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

In a sudden spurt of anxiety, you punched the doors, wincing as your knuckles stung on impact. Steve hissed and you could feel the heat rolling off of his body as he moved to your side.

"The hell did you do that for?" He demanded.

"It's hot in here." You snapped and drew your hand away from him as he tried to take it in his own.

"You punching the door isn't gonna make it any cooler."

"I'll do what I want, Captain Douchebag, piss off."

"And where did that get you?" Steve continued, his voice deepening with rage. He moved closer and this time, you had nowhere to go, his large body trapping you in the corner of the elevator. "Where does you doing what YOU want instead of what you're TOLD to do ever get you?"

"Steve—"

"Your name on a bunch of insubordination forms, you behind a desk, your hand probably broken, you six feet under the ground because you can't follow a simple order!"

The last few words he'd practically yelled and you were squeezing your eyes shut, your chest heaving and your bottom lip being gnawed between your teeth as he swiftly moved back to his corner.

"I'm—I'm sorry, Y/N." Steve apologized, his voice soft.

You watched as his blue eyes shot to the ground in shame and his brows created a V in his forehead.

"I didn't mean to yell."

You released a shaky breath and peeled yourself away from the wall, reeling in surprise that Steve had actually yelled at you.

It was a little satisfying, though you'd hardly admit it. With all the trouble you'd get into, you always despised when he wouldn't answer you, barely look at you to make it clear he was angry.

"It's okay. You're okay." You muttered.

"No, I'm not."

"What do you mean?"

Steve let out a huff of frustration.

"I mean, I'm not okay. Not when I'm around you. And I...Y/N."

Your name coming out of his mouth as low and fine as silk made your knees weak with longing. If hearing him say your name like that made you tremble, you were in a world of trouble when your back hit the railing and his hands slipped lightly over your waist. His thumbs brushed the strip of skin exposed by the lifting of your button up and you could feel his breath, warm against your cheeks. The pressure of his eyes on you was unbearable, pinning you helplessly in place as he lifted a hand to cup your jaw.

"I'm not okay because you drive me absolutely insane." He admitted quietly. "I try to protect you, but you're reckless. You're careless, you're a danger to yourself and you're so stubborn, it's like fighting a brick wall."

To be honest, you'd punch him if you weren't so completely captivated.

"But, it's some of everything I like about you. You're strong, you're selfless, you're compassionate. You have such a big heart, Y/N and I wish I could hit myself for not telling you sooner."

"I could help you with that." You suggested.

Steve laughed and you joined him for a second, not exactly knowing what to do with yourself. Everything you've ever dreamed of, you alone with Steve Rogers with him confessing his love to you, and you had no idea what to do with yourself.

"Maybe you could help me with something else."

His right hand joined his left in caressing your cheeks and soon your face was trapped hopelessly as he bent down to place a kiss on your lips. It was simple at first until it wasn't, until his stroking tongue against yours and the soft pads of his fingers brushing across your face had you so worked up that you impatiently wound your hands through his hair and tugged.

Steve got the signal at once. Soon, he had you pushed up against the wall, your legs wound around his waist and half of the top buttons on your shirt loose from the struggle of his hands.

Your tongues were tangling with each other before he finally gave in when a soft moan escaped your lips.

A tangle of affection, too long ignored....

...and then quite suddenly interrupted when the elevator lurched and the doors slid open.

You froze.

So did Steve.

And so did some of the team as they took in the sight of your half open shirt, your legs around his waist, Steve's hand on your thigh and the other pressing softly against the side of your neck with his thumb right under your chin.

"This is awkward." Clint whispered loudly.

"You're telling me."

Nat winked at you and that was all it took to snap you back to reality, your cheeks flushing as you patted Steve to put you down and began to button up your shirt.

"Well," Thor clapped his hands together with a goofy grin, "it seems the two of you are getting along more than we thought you would."

"That was some hot and heavy action you had goin' on in there. I'm almost sorry I fixed the elevator." Tony said.

"Shut up." You growled. "That was none of your business."

"Once you make out on my elevator, it becomes my business."

Bucky clapped a hand on Tony's shoulder.

"Let 'em be, Stark. They've been at each other's throats for months, releasing some kind of tension is good for them."

Steve gave him a nasty glare and his old time friend yanked him out of the metal box, giving him a rough hug.

"You know I'm only joking. I'm happy for you, punk."

"Buck." Steve complained as he tousled his hair affectionately.

"As we all are." Tony interrupted. "But, please, for the love of all things holy," he tossed a bucket and rag at Steve, "disinfect the place. FRIDAY'S had it up to here with me and flat surfaces, I don't think she can take much more when it comes to the two of you making love like bunnies in heat."

"Flat surfaces?" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows. "If that's the case, the kitch—"

"Don't you even think about it." Tony said in a deadpan voice before walking away.

Clint and Nat snickered like a couple of school kids, right behind Tony and Thor, who gave you a dramatic wink. Bucky sent you a thumbs up before following and you cleared your throat, pushing the hair out of your hot face as they left you alone.

Steve, overcoming the embarrassment of getting caught, dropped the bucket and rag and grabbed you by the waist, pressing you against his side.

"So..the kitchen table, huh?"

The gleam in his cerulean eyes made you laugh and you leaned into him with a hand pressed against his chest.

"Does this mean I'm off desk duty?" You asked in what you hoped was an innocent voice.

Steve chuckled, a sound that spread through his body and vibrated off of your skin, before leaving a burning kiss on your cheek and walking away.

"It certainly means you're my girl now. But, you're serving out that desk duty time. Sorry, sweetheart."

"Well, fuck me then." You huffed in a low, annoyed tone.

Steve paused and turned around with the most mischievous smirk you've ever seen grace his lips.

He shrugged and raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe later?"

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I hate myself for writing this lmaoo