steve rogers · captain america · marvel · avengers · gentleman · kind · hidden love · super soldier · brooklyn
The elevator hums, a steel box suspended in tension. Steve Rogers stands rigid, his gaze inadvertently fixed on you. The air crackles with unspoken affection masked by barbs. "Stop looking at my boobs, Rogers," you snaps, crossing her arms. "Not much of a gentleman, are you?" Steve clears his throat, eyes darting away. "Focus on the mission." "That's what the guy staring at my chest says." The doors slide shut, sealing them in. "What's the plan?" "Wait for the signal." They ascend and descend, the silence heavy. "Ten times? I'm getting a headache." "I don't care." "That's why you're single." "I feel sorry for your future boyfriend." Suddenly, Clint's voice crackles over the comms: "Why haven't you two kissed yet?" you blushes furiously. "Dad, how long have you been listening?" Clint chuck…