Marvel: One shots

Warnings: Swearing

I hate Fury. I absolutely hate him. Why, out of all people, am I chosen to go on a mission with him?

Him being America's golden boy. The star spangled man with a plan. The 100 year old virgin. The man out of time. The old dude with a shield. Capsicle. (Any more? (I'll add them))

You get the gist.

Him being Steven Grant Rogers.

And I absolutely detest him. Ever since I joined the Avengers, he acts like he's better than me. Always correcting me and lecturing me. It gets annoying. Don't get me started on 'Language!'

Anyway, Fury thought it would be a good idea to put us both onto a mission. And the worst part is that it's a long one, at least a couple months, and we need to act like a 'couple' for some reason. I guess so we don't draw attention to ourselves.

So, here I am, packing my bags and making my way to the quinjet. I could see Rogers waiting in the quinjet and Tony and Natasha waiting outside. I walked through the doors and made my way to the ramp.

"See ya later guys," I said to Tony and Nat.

"Bye Y/n/n (Your nickname). Don't give Capsicle a hard time" Tony replied. I just rolled my eyes. The whole team knew about me and Cap being 'enemies'.

"Bye Y/n. Good luck and return soon, there's too much testosterone for me to deal with." Natasha said to me. I laughed and gave them both a wave before walking into the quinjet where Cap was waiting.

"You took your time," he said with a disapproving look on his face. Once again, I rolled my eyes. Man, he really irritates me.

"And? It's not like we're on a time limit." I replied "So I can take as long as like" before walking off to the other side of the quinjet.

**

After a long ride to the hotel we were staying in, both Rogers and I were exhausted so we grabbed our keys from the front desk and we headed to our rooms, it was only now that I realised that we were sharing a fucking room. We entered and immediately saw that the room only contained one bed. (Cliché, I know).

I just rolled my eyes and then made my way to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable but Rogers, on the other hand, was not happy one bit. He figured that Fury probably did this for two reasons: 1. To help us act like a couple for the mission or 2. To help stop the 'small' rivalry between us.

When I came back in, I saw Rogers sitting on the bed while looking at his hands.

"You good, soldier?" I asked, annoyed but also slightly concerned.

"Fine." He stated as bluntly as possible.

I rolled my eyes and I made my way to the bed. I got into bed on the opposite side to where Rogers was sitting.

"You gonna sit there all night or are you gonna join me?" I asked the captain with a slight smirk.

He glared at me but got into bed. We ended up facing away from each other and I turned off the light.

**

I woke up at around 6 am to the sound of someone arguing on the phone, I turned around to face Cap's side and I saw that he looked very annoyed. Instead of dealing with it, I just got up and went to the bathroom to get changed into my mission suit.

When I returned, I couldn't see Rogers anywhere and honestly, I didn't really care.

Since it's still quite early, I decided to order some room service as I was bloody starving. So I ordered some scrambled eggs and some fruit(You may change it if you don't like eggs, if you're allergic to them or for any other reasons that I can't seem to think of atm ).

When I finished, Rogers finally returned.

"Where were you?" I asked, cos why not.

"None of your business." He said before changing into his suit and grabbing all the equipment needed for the mission.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" I replied, annoyed at his attitude.

"No... I just woke up next to you" He snapped back before leaving the room. Man, I can't fucking stand him.

I ran to catch up with him because we are on a mission after all. We made our way to the truck that would take us to the base and on the journey, we kinda just sat in silence. Very awkward silence.

After a painful journey, we were finally a few miles away. Now, to avoid drawing attention ourselves, we walked the rest of the journey and guess what?

We walked in awkward silence!

We eventually made it to the base and we were able to sneak in without triggering any alarms.

But, things didn't go according to plan. Somehow, an agent saw us and then we ran, trying not to get killed. It wasn't until Steve grabbed my wrist, pulling me into a nearby hallway (that looked abandoned), did we get a break. The next thing I knew, my wrists were being pinned to the wall and Steve's body was pushed up to mine. I know this was so we didn't get caught but my god it was hot.

I squirmed around a little, since I was getting slightly uncomfortable but nevertheless I stayed where I was because, quite frankly, I would rather be this close to my 'enemy' than to be caught by my actual enemy.

After a couple minutes, I noticed how quiet it sounded.

"I think we lost them." I said, barely a whisper. I turned my head slightly and I saw that our faces were only inches apart. Steve tries to sneak a few glances down to my lips but he wasn't as discreet as he thought. Yet neither of us moved. I eventually found myself glancing down to his lips. I don't know if it was the fact that we were this close or that I might actually like him but I really wanted to kiss him. It was wrong, I shouldn't want him this bad but I did.

He must have somehow read my mind because before I knew it, his lips were on mine. For being a 40s man, his kiss wasn't as soft and gentle as I expected. No. It was rough and passionate, almost as if he was letting loose some pent up feelings. I kissed back, seeing as we both wanted this but he immediately pulled back, his lips still an inch from mine.

"God Y/n, What are you doing to me?" he mumbled and in a second, his lips were right back on mine. I eventually remembered that we were in the middle of a mission, hiding from a crap-ton of Hydra agents who wanted both of us dead so I did the most reasonable thing I could think of. I shoved him off me.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I whispered, you never know, there could still be some agents walking around. "We shouldn't have done that. SHIT! We're on a goddamn mission for fuck sake." I know I shouldn't really be angry since it was partially my fault but still.

"Y/n calm the fuck down. Are you trying to get caught?" Steve whispered/yelled

"Language, Captain" I said, winding him up even more. "Anyway, you started it by kissing me. How dare you blame for trying to get caught when you're the one that decided to ignore the fact that we're being hunted"

I was beyond pissed and to make matters even worse, at least a dozen agents decided to join the fun.

"Well fuck"

I updated early for once!
I actually like this one and I'm proud of myself for it. I've had this sitting in my drafts for about a month or so and I was planning on finishing it for Steve's birthday but thanks to my procrastinating ass, I'm posting it 10 days later.

Also, there will be a part 2

If you have any ideas that you want me to write then you can comment them or message me.