#I love AI and am conscious of the problems and bad things it brings

[crue-sixx]

Perfect (Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine)

Summary: You’re feeling less than perfect, but Steve Rogers thinks otherwise.

There are NO Endgame spoilers in this.

Y/E/C - your eye color

Y/L/N - your last name

You sighed in frustration as you continued to rummage through your closet, not being able to find a single thing appropriate enough to wear for the event you would be attending. The event being Tony Stark’s birthday bash. Anyone that knew Tony knew that he went all out when it came to parties and his own birthday was no exception. You bought a dress for the occasion weeks ago when you went out shopping with Natasha, but deemed it unworthy at the very last minute so there you were trying to find something else to wear...anything!

The problem was that you were being too critical. You didn’t think you looked good in anything. You thought of yourself as too...plain. Nothing stood out about you. Especially when you were surrounded by a group of such extraordinary people, the Avengers. They all had special abilities and not to mention they were all extremely attractive. You didn’t have one special ability and you didn’t consider yourself to be in the attractive category. You didn’t know how they considered you a part of their team and a good friend. Sure, you worked with them and helped them strategize during missions. You also lived with them all in the Avengers tower, but still.

You pulled out yet another dress and looked it over critically. You put it back in its rightful place before you groaned.

“That’s it,” you told yourself. “I’m not going. I’m making up some lame excuse and I’m not going. I’ll just apologize to Tony and give him his gift later. It’s not like I’ll be missed anyways.”

You walked out of your closet and was just about to take your robe off to put on some more comfortable clothes when there was a knock on your door, making you pause in your actions.

“Who is it, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked.

“It is Mr. Rogers,” the AI responded after a moment.

Your eyes widened slightly and you sighed. You had completely forgotten that you were supposed to be Steve’s date for the night during your meltdown. Why he had even asked you to attend the party with him was beyond you. He could ask literally any other girl and they would attend it with him. He was Steve Rogers aka Captain America for crying out loud! It was a last minute thing. Steve and you had become close friends over the time you had worked together. You imagined that he had felt bad that you would be going alone so he asked you out of pity. You never went out on dates or anything like that so of course he knew that you would be attending Tony’s party alone. He also knew how uncomfortable you felt going to events such as these alone. He was such a nice guy.

A nice guy that you were completely in love with, but you thought he was out of your league so you never told him.

You checked your robe to make sure that it was tied securely before you walked over to the door. You were glad that you had already done your makeup and hair so that you didn’t look a complete mess in front of the handsome man. You took a deep breath before you finally opened the door and found Steve stood there looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie. His hair was done perfectly and he was clean shaven for the event.

“Hey,” he greeted you with that smile of his that made you weak in the knees. He looked you up and down, noticing you were still wearing your robe. “Am I early?”

You looked down at the ground and self consciously gripped the robe around your neck to close it more before you sighed. “No, you’re right on time. It’s just...well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it. I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Not going to be able to make it?” He asked curiously and you could see his brows knitting together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just not feeling well so I think I should stay in for the night,” you told him. It wasn’t a complete lie. You were feeling overly self conscious and that wasn’t feeling well...right?

“Really?” He asked. “Come on. I know when you’re lying, Y/N. Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on here.”

You let out another sigh and mentally face palmed. Of course he would know when you were lying. Steve knew you all too well and he was good at reading people...for the most part. You moved over and opened the door wider to let him inside since it seemed he would not be dropping the subject so easily. He walked inside and you shut the door before you leaned back on it and crossed your arms over your chest. He stood there quietly and patiently, waiting for you to explain what was going on.

“I can’t find anything to wear,” you finally mumbled and looked down at the ground, not being able to look at Steve. It seemed easier that way.

“That’s a lie,” Steve easily replied. “There’s a dress right there on your bed and you told me yourself that you bought a dress for this party.”

“Yeah, well, I decided last minute that it doesn’t look good or fit right so now I’m stuck with nothing to wear, which means no party for me.”

Steve stood there for a moment before he sighed and moved his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I can’t help but feel like there’s something more to this.”

“Steve, there’s nothing more to it.”

“Y/N, we’re friends, right?” He asked and you nodded. “So please don’t shut me out like this and try to play this off so casually. There’s something going on and I can tell there is. Please just talk to me.”

You stood there silently for a few long moments before you finally decided to lift your gaze up to look at Steve. He was looking right back at you, not in an intimidating way. He was just wearing a curious look upon that handsome face of his. For some reason you felt the need to tell him what was going on inside your head.

“It’s just...I’m not good enough, Steve,” you told him and he looked at you quizzically. “I’m not good enough to be attending a Tony Stark party, I’m not good enough to be staying here with all of you, I’m not good enough to be working with the Avengers...let alone to be friends with them...to be friends with you. I know you just asked me to go with you tonight because you felt sorry for me.”

“What?” He asked. “What are you talking about?”

You let out yet another sigh and felt your eyes begin to water, but you were trying to hold the tears back. You seemed pathetic enough already. No need to make it worse.

“Steve, there is absolutely nothing special about me. I’m not pretty and I’m certainly not harboring any special abilities. I look in the mirror and I don’t like the person who’s staring back at me. I’d like to just change, but I can’t. I’m just...me. I don’t have anything to offer anyone.”

So much for trying to hold those tears back. They started falling from your eyes and down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that you had told all of that to Steve. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. You wiped at your eyes and began to make your way to the bathroom to hide out, but Steve grabbed your wrist gently before you could make it far. You closed your eyes and stayed facing away from him.

“Please let me go, Steve.”

“No,” he simply said before he turned you to face him and pulled you closer. You didn’t dare look up at him or open your eyes for that matter. “Please look at me.”

You shook your head and bit your lip before you felt him put his finger under your chin. He lifted your head up and you sucked in a breath before you finally opened your eyes. You found his soft blue eyes looking back into your Y/E/C. He wore a sad expression as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

“Y/N, I-I had no idea you felt this way,” he spoke softly. “Listen to me because what I’m about to tell you is the truth whether you believe it or not. You are an amazing girl. You are good enough. You’re more than good enough.”

You shook your head at his words, but he held your face in his hands gently to keep you from doing so. “No, listen to me. You are so beautiful...inside and out. You’re absolutely perfect and I would never, never want you to change. You’re so special, Y/N, and I cant believe you don’t see that. We all love you. I love you. I love you more than a friend should love another friend actually.”

Everything Steve was saying was making you cry even more, but not from sadness. You didn’t know Steve thought so much of you. You would’ve thought he was lying if it wasn’t for how truthful he sounded and for how determined he seemed to make you believe him. Something that really stood out to you was his last statement. Your heart pounded in your chest and you looked at him questioningly.

“This seems like as good a time as any to tell you,” he said and moved his hands down to your own so that he could hold them as he continued looking at you. “I’m in love with you, Y/N Y/L/N. I have been for a while now, but I was too scared to tell you before now. I thought it would be inappropriate and I didn’t know if you felt the same way that I do. I didn’t ask you to this party because I felt sorry for you. I asked you to go with me because I genuinely wanted to bring you as my date.”

Your eyes widened and your heart definitely began to pound even harder in your chest. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Steve could hear it. Did Steve Rogers really just tell you that he was in love with you? You’d only ever imagined this happening in your dreams, but it was actually happening.

“Please say something,” he whispered as he squeezed your hands in his own.

You finally pulled yourself out of your thoughts and looked at him. Your tears finally stopped and all you could do was smile at him. “Steve...I love you too. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

Steve seemed relieved and smiled wide before he let go of your hands, wrapping his arms around you instead as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He began to lean down and you knew what was about to happen. You began to lean up as your eyes closed till your lips finally met. As cliche as it might sound, you felt that spark everyone talks about. It was amazing. His lips were soft against your own and he deepened the kiss, which you allowed gratefully. The kiss seemed to last for hours, which was really only minutes. When you finally pulled apart, you rested your foreheads against each other. You opened your eyes and found his blues ones looking right back into your Y/E/C ones.

You smiled and bit your lip. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “I wasn’t either, but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too,” you replied.

He gave your lips a another peck before he stood straight again. “Now how about we go down to that party so that I can show off my beautiful date. You might can even talk me into a dance.”

You giggled and nodded. “Okay, just let me fix myself and put on my dress.”

“Doll, you don’t need to fix a thing about yourself. You’re perfect to me.”