#I know he's reacting to the captian comment

[desthen]

I could not stop laughing at the thought of this meme so here it is

[cocosstories]

Sebastian Stan One Shot

Can you write about Sebastian Stan, reader and Mackie read thirst tweets and Sebs get jealous of reader?

"Alright guys so basically you are just going to pull out the tweets, read them and react."

The producer says as you, Sebastian and Mackie sit down in front of the camera and they hand you the tweet cup.

"Whenever you guys are ready."

 "Some of my favorite things to do on a Saturday afternoon is to read thirst tweets with Anthony Mackie and Y/F/N Y/L/N  so lets see what a thirst tweet says"

Sebastian says looking at the cup before fishing one out.

"Thirstyyy"

You giggle and roll your eyes at Mackie

"I want someone to look at me the way that Sebastian and Anthony Mackie look at eachother."

Sebastian reads.

"Aww"

"Thats great, thats great."

Your two costars look at each other with what can only be described as heart eyes.

"That's nice"

"Oh my god, get a room."

You roll your eyes.

"Anthony mackie you cutie pie come sit on my face and i will eat your ass like a fudge brownie"

You cover your mouth as Anthony reads his first tweet.

"First of all, send a ticket bitch lets do this."

He says looking directly into the camera.

"He's serious. Set it up bro."

You add in.

"That was sweet, a fudge brownie."

"I thought I was straight until Y/N came into my life. Lord have mercy 🥵🥵"

You read the next tweet and smile.

"Oh my gosh. Thank you."

"That's nice."

Sebastian says, a bit of snark in his tone. 

"Come get it babe."

You wink at the camera.

" I dont even know what this means."

Sebastian says, prereading his next tweet.

"Sebastian stan is one thick B I H"

"Bitch"

Mackie corrects him.

"Right. That- thats kind"

Seb stutters.

"It's alright grandpa, we'll translate for you"

You giggle as Sebastian rolls his eyes.

"Anthony mackies ass is the real America's ass"

"Damn straight!"

You nod eagerly.

"I concur"

Seb says.

"Thank you. I uh work..."

"Chris evans aint got nothing on you"

You shake your head with Sebastian's comment.

"No, no, no. I work alot to keep the bountiful nature of the round brown alive. So enjoy it. Get some"

You laugh as you reach in the bucket to pull out your next tweet.

"I want to have a threesome with me, myself and Y/N. Please and thank you."

Mackie leans over to read the tweet himself as Sebastian turns away, taking a drink of his water.

"Let's set it up! I'm down!"

Sebastian clears his throat and reaches for the cup.

"Listen when Anthony Mackie said those steel blue eyes let you know where home is. Its my safe place. About Sebastians eyes.  Bitch i felt that"

"Didn't we all."

You reply with a happy sigh.

"Thank you, very kind."

Seb can't contain his smile.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks, pushing for more of a reaction.

"Dont look at me man. Dont look me in the eyes. Look over here when you talk to me. Give em the money."

Sebastian turns his gaze more towards you.

"Don't point those things over here!"

You say, shielding your own eyes.

"No I feel good. I feel good."

He laughs, looking up and away from you and Mackie.

"Saw Y/N drinking a Starbucks and damn...I've never wanted to be a straw so bad in my life."

You can't help but burst out laughing.

"What can I say? My mouth is a wonderland."

You shrug, not noticing the look of shock on Sebastian's face.

"Thinking about Anthony Mackie taking a nap on Sebastian's couch dont bother me"

"You have a nice couch."

Mackie says.

"You've put this on the internet."

"You have a nice couch."

"You do have a nice couch Sebby."

You add in.

"You've never seen it! Either of you!"

"Yo, its the best thing in your house."

You nod in agreement.

"They've never been at my house!"

"That's a lie. Alright fine you scared of people breaking in because of your couch. Alright fine its an awful couch."

Mackie finally says before you and he both look at the camera and shake your heads.

"Y/N can have it if she want it."

"Oh, do she want it?"

Mackie asks.

"I think she do!"

You reply again missing Sebastian's jealous reaction.

" I would let Sebastian split me in half like a pistachio. Send tweet."

"Send tweet is that like me to like respond to the thing? Thank god i dont have twitter and this is WHY."

"Seb doesn't know how to twitter."

You pat his back, sympathetically.

"Because you dont like pistachios?"

Mackie asks, confused. 

"No, I love pistachios. Cashews are my favorite though."

Sebastian replies, winking at the camera.

"Anthony Mackie is so fucking fine i hope his cheestos are flaming hot like him." 

"They are."

"He's hotter!"

You say sweetly, laying your head on Mackie's shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/N  and you know what? They are. And them flaming hot funyuns is the jam."

"Oh my god, yes! Mackie got me addicted to those!"

"Don't kink shame me but I want Y/N to choke me and spit on my face. I said what I said."

"Holy wow."

You stutter out.

"How do you feel about that?"

Mackie asks.

"I mean um thank you?"

You reply giving an awkward smile.

Sebastian takes the cup and pushes it towards Mackie, wanting to move on.

"Anthony Mackie as captian america makes me horny like put that shield against my neck."

"That's alot."

Mackie says.

"Alot of choking stuff on Twitter."

You note.

"Yeah..."

Seb clears his throat.

"That's alot. That's a good ride. Thank you for allowing me to make you horny."

You snort at his comment.

"Goodnight and good luck."

Sebastian chuckles and cheers the camera, signaling the end of the interview. 

After you all say your goodbyes to the crew, you walk ahead of the boys as your assistant goes over the rest of your day.

"A little jealous are we?"

Mackie says to Sebastian, slinging his arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh. Alright but just know, I saw how you were in there and a little advice, if you like Y/N, just tell her."

With that, Mackie walks forward, heading to his waiting car, leaving Sebastian in the lobby, thinking about what Anthony had just said.

[eponinemylove]

Do you have any Kevandreil headcanons?

yes!!

I wasn’t sure if this meant like getting-together Kevandreil or established relationship Kevandreil, but I hope you enjoy!

When they sleep together (it happens, sometimes, when Andrew isn’t having one of his bad days and they’re all too tired to worry about how they’re going to have to squish to fit 3 on the dorm beds) Neil is always in the middle, bordered by Kevin and Andrew. He’s in fetal position, back to Andrew and head tucked into Kevin’s chest. Kevin sleeps like the dead, one arm behind his head, legs tangling. Andrew sleeps kinda tucked into himself, back to the wall and farther away from the others but close enough to have his hand under Neil’s pillow, fingers just barely grazing Kevin’s bicep. Sometimes Neil wakes up gasping and reaching for a gun. Sometimes Andrew wakes up in a cold sweat, beating anything that touches him. And sometimes it’s Kevin, who startles awake and won’t talk, eyes squeezed shut and lips silently counting in French. Sometimes it’s bad. But they make it work

Kevin doesn’t come up to the roof with them a lot, but that’s okay. Neil and Drew have the roof. Kevin and Neil have the court. Drew and Kevin have the gym. It’s never a competition, who can get the most time with who. They know where to find each other, where to go to be alone, who they can talk to and who they can be quiet with. It’s familiar, it’s routine, and it’s safe.

Kevin and Neil fight constantly, about everything. It’s never about anything important, except that it is to them. They’ll be ready to throw hands over drills and at each other’s throats arguing about what to do for dinner. It’s ridiculous. Andrew hates them both 110%. Andrew and Kevin are somehow worse. They don’t scream like he does with Neil, but their fights are somehow more violent. Neil is an instigator. He’ll encourage arguements over petty shit (you really didn’t get Drew’s ice cream from the store? What the fuck, Kevin) because he’s an asshole and he likes watching his boyfriends roast each other. The fights never get bad, though. They’ve had enough bad fights to last the three of them a lifetime and there isn’t a point, anymore. They don’t need to use venom because the danger is behind them. Now when they fight it can be dramatic and arbitrary and over nothing. They know what lines not to cross and they don’t cross them, simple as that.

Kevin catches onto the “yes or no” thing pretty quickly. He uses it with Neil, even if Andrew isn’t there. Kevin and Neil don’t need it the same way Andrew does, but they both like the asking. Knowing that they’re in control and everything is consensual, no one does anything the other isn’t comfortable with. Andrew secretly really likes that they’re careful with each other, because even if they don’t need it, it’s there.

The other foxes thought they knew what they were getting into with Andreil. They thought they were ready. Well, ok, they didn’t know what to expect, but they thought they could handle it. And then they find out that it’s not just Andrew and Neil, it’s Andrew, Neil, and Kevin, and they don’t know what to do with that. Like, it makes sense. Kevin and Neil were so much alike but still somehow polar opposites, and the chemistry was there. And, to be honest, at least half of them saw it coming with Kevin and Andrew. They’d abandoned that train of thought when Neil happened, but come on, Andrew called dibs on Kevin. But still. That’s their captian (because, yes, Dan is definitely their team captain and they listen to her, but Kevin is like... not their dad, but he’s the authority figure, even if he’s a hot fucking mess and the most Dramatic Bitch to ever live) and their son and their Andrew.

Aaron doesn’t even react when he finds out. He looks from Andrew to Neil to Andrew to Kevin and just turns and walks out because fuck that, nope, he’s so over his brother’s love life. He already talked with Neil and that’s as involved as he would like to get, thanks. Katelyn would have a field day when she heard about this shit.

And you would think that since they’re all boyfriends and sickeningly in love in their own asshole-ish way, they’d get along so well at practice, right? A united front? Fucking wrong. Andrew hurls balls and Kevin and Neil because it’s amusing and sometimes just sits down in the goal to get them riled up. Kevin is at Neil’s throat constantly, always on his ass about something, and Neil gives back as good as he gets. Both of them patronize Andrew to put some effort into the game (and, he’ll never admit it, but they make some progress in that field, because as fun as it is to say no to them and see them get agitated, giving in feels pretty good too when they look at him like he hung the fucking moon just for swatting away a couple of balls, junkies) and it’s so confusing to the test of the team how these are the same people that Would Literally Die for each other (and have literally killed for each other)

Wymack is probably the first to realize about their little ot3 tbh. A vein bulges in his forehead and he might go into minor cardiac arrest, but he manages not to completely lose his shit. He looks at Kevin and tells him he trusts him to make his own choices. He looks at Neil and tells him that he trusts him to know what he’s doing with them. He looks at Andrew and tells him not to be such a little shit or he’s signing him up for a marathon at 6 in the goddamn morning, Minyard. The boys pretend that his approval doesn’t matter to them, but they’re all a little touched.

Nicky makes a comment that Andrew shouldn’t be able to call dibs on Kevin and Neil, and that he should share. Andrew gets very, very close to stabbing his cousin, but Matt and Neil were right there to haul him away and talk Andrew out of homicide

[icecubelotr44]

Betrayed (Whumptober 2018 Day 6)

For @la-vie-en-whump‘s Whumptober 2018 prompts.

This one’s late because it just is… I’ll try to catch up this week.

All prompts from last and this year: HERE Previous Days: Stabbed | Bloody Hands | Insomnia | Stop! | Poisoned |

“We’re going out tonight, Liam, so don’t you dare schedule any conference calls with East Timbuktu or Neverland or some other fake place to get out of it.”  Killian’s voice came from the open door to Liam’s office.

Liam blinked.  “You’ve traveled around the world, little brother. How do you still not understand that Timbuktu is an actual city?”

Killian raised an eyebrow before shrugging his shoulders.  “Sounds fake.  Doesn’t matter; we’re going.  No excuses.”

“You’ve been there before!” Liam exclaimed with a laugh before looking down at a calendar.  There wasn’t anything special about today that he could remember.  Killian had been home for weeks, however, without a mission to ease his wanderlust.  Perhaps he just needed to blow off some steam.  “All right, we’ll go to Finnegan’s.”

Killian grinned before smacking a hand on the doorframe and heading back to his own office.  Liam shook his head ruefully before turning back to his work.  He did have a conference call scheduled for 6 p.m., but it was nothing he couldn’t reschedule for his brother.

There wasn’t much on Liam’s calendar that he wouldn’t move if Killian asked him to.

Liam got wrapped up in his work, as usual, and had nearly forgotten about the pub when Scarlet knocked on the doorframe.  “Your brother is wrapping things up if you don’t want to let him know you forgot,” was all he said before heading back to his own desk.

Dragging Will Scarlet out of the hellhole he’d been working in all those years ago had been one of the best work-related decisions Liam had ever made.

It took him only a minute to power down the computer and he was working his way through the filing cabinets’ locks when Killian sauntered into the room and flopped onto one of the chairs.  It was such an opposite reaction from how he came in after missions to debrief that Liam wished – not for the first time – that his brother would give up the stress and danger of the field for a permanent desk job.

Killian would probably prefer to cut off his own hand over riding a desk, but maybe someday…

“I figured you’d forget,” Killian commented, idly spinning his keys around a finger.

Liam locked the last cabinet before turning around.  “You said we were going out.  We’re going out.”

He just barely managed to bite back a smug smile at the astonished look on his little brother’s face. Liam would have to give Scarlet a bonus come Christmas time.

“Come on, little brother. Finnegan’s awaits.”

Killian scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping as he tried to beat Liam out the door.

Little brothers.

Killian seemed to have a bounce to his step that wasn’t normally there as they walked down the block to the bar.  The change in demeanor intrigued Liam and he wondered, again, if this were a result of Killian being home with Emma and himself to watch his back or if something else was afoot.  It was just as likely that his little brother had a lead on a deep cover mission and he was trying to butter Liam up to let him go without a fuss.

Or backup.

Liam growled under his breath now, already planning counter arguments to each and every one of Killian’s points. He was so caught up in his own arguments that he didn’t realize what Killian had ordered from the bartender until his brother pulled a set of tumblers from his satchel and poured the top shelf rum into each.

“Cheers, brother,” Killian practically crowed, lifting his own glass and clinking it against the one in front of Liam.

Liam just blinked again.

He recognized the tumblers – had gifted them, himself, to Killian the day they opened the doors to JR Solutions all those years ago – and wrapped his fingers around the cool glass automatically.  They may be down the street from Killian’s home, but they’d both been in and out of enough jams to risk being compromised anywhere.  Liam knew that Killian would have purchased the whole bottle and he also knew that the bartenders knew them well enough to pull down a sealed bottle.

That wasn’t what had him confused.

The expense of the liquor and the practically radiant look on Killian’s face was what had him stunned.  Killian was many things, but beaming was not usually one of them.  He hadn’t looked this happy since the day after he’d asked Emma to marry him.

Liam started to get an inkling as to what this outing was about.

“Sláinte,” he said back, lifting the glass to his lips and savoring the taste. He wasn’t one for top shelf liquor, either, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate it.

The Jones brothers sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping their drinks and keeping their attention on the world around them.  Neither of them jumped when the waitress dropped a tray of glasses, and the first pounding notes of the night’s band were met with raised eyebrows but not surprise.

“Emma’s pregnant,” Killian practically whispered some time later, the awe in each syllable readily apparent.  “Liam, I’m going to be a father.”

Liam grinned so wide that his cheeks started to hurt.  “Killian, that’s amazing!  You’re going to be great, little brother!”

Killian nodded, his eyes suspiciously glassy.  “She wanted to wait to tell everyone until we got out of the first trimester, but I can’t… I don’t think she meant you.”

Liam laughed into his rum, imagining the spitfire who had married his brother finding out that he’d been told before she decreed it.  “All the same, I think we’ll keep this our little secret until she tells the Nolans’, aye?”

It was Killian’s turn to snicker.  “Why, brother, are you afraid of my wife?” he asked with a gleam in his eye.

“Yes,” Liam replied succinctly.

Killian nodded, then tipped an imaginary hat to Liam.  “Smart man,” he admitted.

“But, seriously, Killian. Congratulations.  That child of yours is going to have the best parents in the world.”

A hint of unease crossed Killian’s features for a moment before it was gone.  Liam resisted the urge to look around and see if he’d noticed something amiss, but recognized the look a moment later.

Killian was unsure of himself.

“Killian,” he began.  “I mean it, you’re going to be a great father.”

But Killian seemed to come to his own conclusions, starting to speak before Liam could formulate all the reasons he knew his little brother would be the perfect father for this child.

“I know, Liam.  I had you growing up.”

Liam blinked again, his own eyes suspiciously glassy.

They lapsed into silence again, letting the Irish atmosphere wash over them as they unwound after the day.

“Emma already knows what she wants to name the child if he’s a boy, but I thought… if it’s a girl, I’d like to name her Alice,” Killian revealed some time later.

Liam locked his gaze on his little brother, a proud smile crossing his features.  “Aye, little brother.  I think that’s a fine name for your little lass.  Mother would be so proud of the man you grew into.”

Killian looked unsure, but Liam remembered their mother far better than he did.  “She would, Killian.  God, she loved us.”

Killian nodded again, capping the bottle and stowing it in the satchel before wiping the tumblers and stowing them away as well.  No one in the bar would say anything, but he covered the movement anyway.  Old habits and all that.

It was only when they’d made their way out into the night that Liam started to realize something was wrong.

Killian stumbled a little, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk that shouldn’t have posed an issue – even for his klutz of a brother.  Liam stopped abruptly, grabbing Killian by the shoulder and hauling him upright again.

Glassy eyes, unwavering stare.

Bloody hell.

And that’s when he realized how fuzzy the world had gotten.

Liam didn’t think, he only reacted to the perceived threat.  Manhandling Killian into the alley next to them, he propped his little brother against the wall, holding him up entirely now as his eyes darted towards the street.  No one there, yet.

Killian was nearly boneless, now, his head shaking in effort to clear the cobwebs but failing spectacularly. He slurred something out, but Liam couldn’t understand him.  It didn’t matter.  The speed with which the sedative was acting set off alarm bells in his head, the rush of adrenaline giving Liam the ability to dig his cell phone from a pocket.

911

The text went out to Scarlet, but Liam didn’t have time to see if it went through before he tossed the phone down under a dumpster.  He had seconds until their would-be captors arrived, and anyone crafty enough to come after them wouldn’t take a chance with their cell phones.  At least now, Liam controlled where the phone was left and that it was on.

Killian slid down the wall despite Liam’s support, the sedative taking him entirely.  Liam knew that it was only his larger size that kept him standing, knew just as well that it was only moments before he joined his little brother on the dirty paved alleyway.  They’d never stood a chance, and one thought ran rampant in his mind.

They’d been so careful. Their own glasses, a new bottle. The only way someone could have gotten to them was if they’d been betrayed entirely.

It was the last thought he had before all chaos broke loose.

@killian-whump @gilliangrissom @gusenitsaa @pirate-owl @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable @ladyciaramiggles @cocohook38 @nonnyj @queen-mabs-revenge @eala-captian @crystalyte @kmomof4 @killianmesmalls @whumptober2018

[crookedmoonsaultpunk]

I woke up this morning with a thought that I hoped would leave me with sleep.

You know my sister's husband? The ramped homophobe. Well we was watching the Brooklyn 99 episode where Rosa came out to her family and them reacting negitivly towards her, he snidly said the whole scene was "heavy handed." Those of us who know better know that's not true. They had to fit it into one scene but the atmosphere was all too real. But the thing that pissed me off the most was when Captian Holt said that beautiful comment

“Diaz, you should be very proud of yourself. I know things aren’t exactly where you wanna be right now, but I promise you they will improve… Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place, so thank you.”

He took the context and skewed it to make the implications negative.

"That whole this is stupid! Like what? What if all child molesters or rapist says who they are? Would they make the world better too?"

He knew what the context was... He just don't like the idea of open people painted in a positive light. I'm honestly surprised he watches the show for so long. Maybe it's becuase Capt. Holt's homosexuality is a trait and not a plot piece like it is in real life then he can watch a show without OUTRIGHT BEING DISGUSTED. HE LITERALLY MAKES GAG NOISES AND CONTORTS HIS FACE WHEN EVER A GAY PERSON IS ON SCREEN BEING GAY.

"I wish I could watch a show without being subjected to thier agenda."

What agenda? What fucking agenda??? "I'm gay and I'm an actual person that feels when you hurt me." agenda?????

And my sister wonders why I don't like watching tv with them.......

[statierogers]

Finally - Steve Rogers

Title: Finally

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve and (Y/N) flirt with each other, but who is going to take the first step and actually ask the other on a date. (Bucky is playing Cupid)

Words: 2’835

Warnings: none

Genere: fluff

A/N: I haven’t read this over more than once. I feel like there is a lot of Stucky friendship in this. And I needed to write some of it. I miss those two together. As always not from an English speaking country, so excuse my mistakes. 

- Katie xx

My Masterlist

Your name: submit What is this?

(Y/N) - your first name

(Y/L/N) - your last name

Steve didn't like being called for missions on Sundays. It felt wrong; even with his unique occupation, Sundays were for working out, chilling and eating. He was just sparing with Bucky when Hill called both of them. Some Ex-Hydra soldiers had broken into an old S.H.I.E.L.D. Storage facility. They could have just sent some of their Agents over there, but they took some hostages. They needed a team that could handle this quickly, quietly and efficiently. Thor, Vision or Tony were out of the question for the job. So Natasha, Bucky, Steve and (Y/N) took the jet out for a spin. If they hurried, they would be back for dinner.

"You should ask Lucy out. She would say yes, you know?" Natasha said to Steve, her back pressed against the side of the building. 

Two guards were positioned in front of the facility. Bucky had crouched down behind a few trees a few yards away from the entrance and raised his machine gun at them. He could take them out if he wanted to, but they were still in the stealth part of the mission.

"Oh, that is the girl from the science division, right? Yea, she is pretty; I think she even has a crush on you," Bucky added.

Steve shook his head at his friends. They had been looking for a date for him for weeks. But Steve didn't need that kind of distraction. At least that was what he told himself. But to be honest, he was crushing on another girl. 

"I am not going to ask her out," he barked over the coms and threw his shield at a guard.

It only took him a few minutes to take out the guards. Easy enough. (Y/N) next to him laughed. It had taken her a second to catch up with the super-soldier. Steve turned around to the woman and gave her a look. He was doing the whole work over here. Although it wasn't like it exhausted him, still unfair.

"What were you doing? Hanging back?" Steve asked her.

(Y/N) huffed at the blond and strut past him to the door. He did notice her eye roll.

"Not everyone can run as fast as you. And it's not like you even broke a sweat. Not one drop on that pretty face of yours, Captian," she retorted and kicked in the door with her right foot.

Steve couldn't help but admire her. She did something so simple, so elegantly. God, she was beautiful. He lowered his head because of the blush reaching over his cheeks. He knew she meant it as a joke. She was teasing him. It was their thing. Natasha and Bucky called it heavy flirting. But Steve wasn't going to admit to himself that she may want him just as much as he wanted her. He wasn't going to get his hopes up. 

"Well, I told you before, you should join Bucky and me more on our morning run. Maybe you would be able to keep up, Darling," Steve answered.

It was usual for him to use pet names on her. They just slipped out, and he didn't want to stop. He had asked before if she would go on a run with him, but that woman hated mornings. He had only asked (Y/N) because he wanted to spend more time with her, even if it was just their morning run. Bucky would've been there as well. None of that mattered to him.

As soon as they entered the facility, they were under gunfire. Steve did react before her. He pulled (Y/N) back against his chest, covered her with his shield and then pulled her behind the corner. She made a surprised noise and looked up at him with big eyes. Steve's throat suddenly felt dry. She was so close to him that he could feel her breath on his face.

"Careful there," he mumbled.

He really felt like kissing her. Being this close to the woman made him forget himself. His duties on this mission were entirely gone. It was just her face, her scent and her body against his that occupied his mind. He felt like he noticed every detail of her face. The shape of her nose, the flecks in her eyes and the curve of her lips. God, those lips. 

"Uhm, thanks."

Her voice was just above a whisper and Steve, was sure he felt her heart beating faster against his chest. Steve wouldn't know what he would have done if a particular Wintersolider hadn't come through the door behind them that exact moment. He took the handful of agents out with just a few gunshots. Steve had forgotten about the gunfire. To him, it felt like his whole world had just stopped.

"God, are you done starring hungrily into each other's eyes? I am doing all the work here," Barnes complained and lifted his gun.

(Y/N) seemed to have caught herself, stepped away from him and grabbed her own gun. She didn't seem fazed at all.

"Oh, Buckeroo," she taunted the brunette, "No worries, I would never take your Stevie away from you."

Steve rolled his eyes again. This wasn't the first time his teammates made that joke. He shook his head at the two, who continued bickering.

"Romanov, are you in position?" Steve asked through the comms.

Natasha was going to drop down from the roof, and Bucky was covering them. (Y/N) and Steve were just the distractions. Cap had chosen those positions on purpose. He liked having her near in missions. So he could keep an eye on her. He knew she could take care of herself. She was a capable woman and an Avenger, but Steve just felt better when she was next to him. So he could always jump in if she was in danger. It was just better for the old man's heart.

"Yea," she said and then added," By the way, why not? Why don't you ask her out? You haven't even kissed anyone since you came out of the ice. Well, except me. That one time."

Steve heard Bucky and (Y/N) laugh at him over the Coms. They were way ahead and dodged the agent's bullets, while Steve took a second to catch up. Cap did want to kiss someone. He nearly did just then, if he wasn't interrupted.

°°°

"Okay, but how about Miranda. She is cute," Natasha tried further as she flew the jet home.

Bucky froze at Tasha's comment. Steve vaguely remembered the girl at the front desk. Dark hair and pretty eyes. But nothing in comparison to (Y/N). Next to her, Miranda was just another face. But that wasn't why he had to stifle a laugh. He also remembered Bucky telling him about a girl from the front desk he had recently slept with. 

"Well, good choice. If it weren't for the fact that Bucky slept with her about a week ago," Steve told Romanov. 

Not without throwing a look in his friend's direction. Bucky just shrugged his shoulders and gave him a cheeky smile. Bucky hadn't really changed over time. Well, he had his demons and a lot of blood on his hands, but when it came to women, Bucky was still stuck in the '40s. He flirted with everyone, even with Romanov and (Y/N). It was his natural charm. 

"How about (Y/N)?" Bucky asked a split second later.

It was Steves turn to stop Moving. Was it this obvious? Steve twisted around in his seat and looked back at the girl, who was currently tending to a hostage in the back of the plane. She didn't seem to have followed their conversation, or if (Y/N) heard them, she didn't show it. She gave the terrified woman a comforting smile as she wrapped her arm in a bandage. The smile Steve loved. It was so soft. And again, he couldn't help himself but smile as well. Steve must have zoned out while staring at her because Bucky cleared his throat to catch his attention.

"What about her?" Steve tried to act cool and slowly turned forward again.

Natasha laughed, and James shook his head. Rogers did never tell anyone about his crush. He didn't need his teams teasing. They would make fun of him, and then one of them would let it slip to her by accident. They weren't really good at being quiet. 

"C'mon Cap. We're not blind," Natasha started, "you look at her as if you have never seen a woman before."

She was right. Steve never had the guts to tell her or ask her if she wanted to go out with him. He was Captain America; he could take out a whole army of robots, but he was terrified of asking her on a date. 

"Oh, and there is that heavy flirting you guys do. I can cut that tension with a knife," Bucky added casually.

Steve shook his head violently. He didn't even smile at Buckys weird gesture that imitated that knife cutting the air.

"I don't know what to tell you guys. I just don't know how to ask her. She is so out of my league," Steve sighed.

He ruffled his hand through his hair. His friends noticed his distress even more. 

"Just ask her. You are Captain America. No girl is out of your league. That is basically impossible," Bucky added.

Sometimes Steve thought that their situation hadn't changed a bit. Steve was still a hopeless cause, and Bucky still gave him advice. There he was, leaning against the back of Steves and Natasha's chair, looking calm as ever. He had never had problems with girls. It was against his nature. Bucky could charm everyone's pants off if he wanted. And Steve? He was Captain America, but inside he was still just Steve Rogers, the kid from Brooklyn. Steve nodded at his friend's statement. For him, this conversation was over, but Bucky kept staring at him expectantly. 

"What? Like now?" Steve asked, slightly shocked.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. This seemed to be logical. Well, Bucky would ask any girl out in any situation. Like that one time in Germany. That was awkward for anyone around.

"Yea, of course now. You are totally gonna chicken out if you aren't asking her now," Bucky explained.

He was very right about that. Steve always chickened out. He was already looking for an excuse to make up in his head.

"Don't you dare. This moment is as good as any," Bucky added as he saw Steve's face.

His friend knew him better than he'd liked. It wasn't helpful in situations like this. Steve still didn't move, but his eyes were glancing between (Y/N) and Bucky.

"Go Now. Or I'll make you, Punk," Bucky said and raised his hand to point in her direction.

Wow, he would be a good Dad. Steve felt like he would get into big trouble if he didn't move now. So reluctantly, he got out of his chair. He stepped past Bucky, who patted him on the shoulder. As soon as Steve took five steps away, Bucky dropped in Steves chair with a grunt. Steve didn't have to move much closer to the girl he was looking for. She was currently crouched down next to a woman giving her tea. And Steve did watch her for a second, with a smile on his lips. She excused herself when she spotted him and met Steve.

"Cap, how can I help you?" she asked with hands propped on her hips.

A smile covered her lips, and Steve felt like melting. His heartbeat had picked up by just being near her. 

"Can I speak to you for a second?" he wanted to know.

She nodded, and Steve led her around a corner, where they were out of ear and eyeshot. He didn't feel like letting Bucky and Nat listen in on his conversation. He knew it would be awkward and not smooth at all, and no one needed to see that. A worried look crossed his face, and he lowered his eyes to the ground.

"Steve, are you okay? You look uncomfortable," she said and tried looking into his eyes. 

Steve nodded and took one deep breath. He lifted his eyes and was met with hers. They took him in, and he felt like he was swimming in a pool of (Y/E/C).

"Listen (Y/N)… I wanted to know if you already had plans tomorrow night," he asked.

To his surprise, he sounded pretty casual. But his inside felt like going up in flames. At first, she seemed confused, but a look of realisation slowly covered her face and then a smile.

"Are you asking me on a date, Cap?" she whispered. 

Steves' heart did a little jump at the way she said his nickname. It did always sound different out of her mouth. It felt special when she said it.

"Yes, I have been trying for a while. It just seems like I am not that brave when…," he began.

"Finally. Took you long enough" (Y/N) sighed, "I thought my flirting was obvious enough. I was slowly running out of ideas."

She interrupted him without shame. And Steve didn't even realise what she had just said.

"Yes...," he said, "No, wait? What?"

It was his turn to be utterly confused. Did (Y/N) just say what he thought she said? She waited for him to ask? Did she know? She chuckled at his expression, dropped her head and shook it slightly. She seemed to laugh at his oblivion to things like this. She lifted her head again and stepped closer.

"God, Captain America can fight five agents at once, plan battle strategies and calculate the weirdest angles to throw his shield and actually hit something. But when it comes to women, you really suck," she told him and took another step closer.

Steve frowned. He wasn't sure if that was meant to offend him. He still put his hands to his hips.

"Language," he let the warning slip.

She giggled at him, and even Steve cracked a smile. It was hard for him to form clear thoughts with her just a few inched away from him. She had her head tilted up to look at him.

"Steve, I've basically had a crush on you since the day we met," she mumbled now.

It was her turn to be embarrassed now, with her cheeks covered in a soft blush. Steve gave her a nervous smile. She had shyly placed her palms on his chest. Steve was sure she must have felt his heartbeat. Because it felt like it was about to break through his ribcage. 

"Really?" he asked, then unsure.

He couldn't help but ask. He knew she wasn't messing with him, but this felt really surreal. She chuckled again.

"Yea, really," she confirmed.

Another nervous laugh came out of his mouth. He wasn't sure what to do. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss (Y/N). Taste that beautiful smile of hers. 

"This is great… I mean…," he stuttered now.

"Steve?" she interrupted him.

He felt like she stepped even closer to him. Her smell was intoxicating. It was like it had him in a trance. So he just stared into her eyes.

"Hmm?" he hummed.

He felt incompetent to say another word. His throat to dry, and his thoughts too jumbled.

"Just kiss me."

She did sound like she took pity on him. Like she tried helping him with the next step. And Steve did as he was told. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. And then, finally, he placed his lips on her. His frame was wrapped entirely around her, and she seemed so small in his arms. 

"Guys, we're about to land. (Y/N), Nat needs you to…," Bucky talked before he rounded the corner. 

He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the two in an embrace. Bucky really had to stop interrupting them in their moments. As soon as they heard him, they jumped away from each other. A smug grin covered his face. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows at them. Steve was slightly uncomfortable, but (Y/N) pointed at Bucky with furrowed eyebrows.

"Not a word Buckeroo," she said and strutted past him.

Steve scratched his neck. Bucky laughed at his state. The Supersoldiers cheeks tinted pink and his hair a mess, and he gave him an awkward smile. 

"Well, Punk. I still got it. Told you, you should just ask. Didn't expect to find you making out over here by the parachutes," Bucky said and threw an arm around his broad-shouldered friend. 

Steve rolled his eyes at the brunette but let him lead him back to the pilot seat. Still, a smile covered his face at the thought of kissing (Y/N).

"Jerk," Steve couldn't help but throw in Barnes' direction.