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endoftheroad1983 · 6 years ago

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First Impression is Everything

Steve Rogers x Reader

The party was half way over, but you wouldn't believe it with your eyes. Everyone was still in full party mode as thr rooms wall's echo with people's chattering. Then here you are, held up in a small corner of the room. Still yet to introduce yourself to the rest the Avengers. You swirl the ice in your drink before taking a tiny sip. That was the last thing you want to do was to drink yourself stupid.

Nick Fury and Natasha Rominoff had recruit you just a few days ago after finding you living in the back towns of Canada. Nick offer a spot on the team and a permanent home, which sounded fantastic to you. Tony Stark had caught wind and the next morning you woke up to an e-mail about the small “get to know each other party.” You shook your heading knowing damn well that they are never small.

You slip on your drink as the cool liquid dance over your tongue. It left a cool burning in the bottom of your stomach. You look around not knowing most the people there. You switch your weight to the other foot again. It was a nerves habit that you pick up from your older sisters.

And then there he was. Captain America laughing hearty with a stranger. Your mind urge yourself to talk to him but then all the chaos of the people around you was setting off your panic mode. You place your drink down and slowly made your way to the exit. You told yourself that you would catch up with them tomorrow at a quieter time.

You had held your breath as you wonder through the crowd. Hoping that they would all ignore you like they had done through the night. But you were wrong. As soon as the door slid open and you let out a small breath of relief, a hand clasp down on your shoulder. You jump from the sudden action and spun around.

You were greeted by none other then Tony Stark. His black hair was sleek back and he was wearing a modern maroon jacket.

“Not leaving so soon, are we?” His words dangle at you like you had been friends for years.

“Yes, It's a bit overwhelming for me.” You admit without any shame. As you were about to offer an excuse for leaving, he cut you off.

“Yes, you have been on your own for a long time.” He study over you with wide eyes, “Well let me help you with that.”

Before you could react, Tony had wrap his arm around you. You suck in a lungful of air. Tony's sudden actions had caught you off guard. You quickly regain your composure when you notice how loose he had his arm around you. You were halfway through the room when you realize this gain a lot of attention towards you. The talking from everyone continue from everyone but their stares you glue to you and Tony. You could feel your cheeks burn as this was still too much.

You swallow down your fear when you realize that Tony wasn't leading to the front of the room but to a small corner with a round table. Nat's red hair pop out and you could see that this part of the room was not as hectic.

“Here she is. I caught her right before she could fly the coop.” Tony put out a chair and motion for you to sit. He then made his way to another bar that was set up. He made you a drink before you could tell him want your liking was. In a second he brought over something that look like the drink you had earlier.

“Let me guess you didn't tell her about the cool table, did ya?” You look over to see a handsome fellow with short blonde hair. You smile politely as your mind rang out his name. Hawkeye.

“No, no he didn't.” You didn't hesitate to throw Tony under the bus. Smiling you took a sip of your drink. It was very strong for you but you remain quiet about it.

Hours had past and you found yourself in great company with Sam Wilson and Bruce Banner. Slowly one by one all the team members where introduce but one. You didn't realize you were biting your lower lip when you heard Tony mention him.

“I think he still hanging with Maria and Rhody.” Nat shrug off as she excuse herself for the night. Her exiting made you realize that it was getting late and you were ready for bed. You found yourself yawning as well.

“If you tired Y/N. I have your room ready if you want to crash here for the night.” Tony's offer wasn't a bit weird seeing how the contact gave you a home here. But your things were still in a hotel room that was located a few miles away from the base.

“Thanks but I want to pack my stuff tonight before going to bed. I guess I will see you tomorrow.” You tired dismissing yourself for the night. The alcohol buzzing in your veins. But Tony stop you yet again.

“What about Cap?” He threw your way. An eyebrow hitch up as your C/E question him, “ You should introduce yourself to him before you leave.

Internally you groan, couldn't you do this tomorrow? But as you look around, Steve Rogers was blocking the exit. So you put your big girl panties on and march over there. A simple “Hi, how ya doing. I'm Y/N and I'm new to the team.” would suffice and then you were free to go.

Just as you approach him, A gentleman with his lady left him on his own. As you approach the man, that had capture your attention since his waking in the paper, smile down at you with a knee bending brightness.

“Hello, I'm Y/N. Tony thought it would be best to introduce myself...” And that's where you got caught off. But not by Steve's words but by the way his face dropped.

“Tony sent you? Of course he did.” He almost but growl at you. Your mouth dropped open but that didn't help the non-existing words to fall out.

“I'm sorry?” You finally stammer out, “Tony has sent me to...”

But Steve cut you off again. This time with so much sneer in him that this couldn't possible be Captain America!

“Oh no not this again.”Captain Rogers pinch the bridge of his nose as he huff out.

“I apperasate the introduction but the position has been filled.” His words brought you out of the celebrity crush feelings you were having. And now anger was filling you up in it's place. How dare he kick you off the team already? He doesn't even know you or Y/S/A.

“Excuse me? By who?” Your hands were tightly around your hips as you wait for an answer. It was Captain Rogers turn for his mouth to drop but he was quicker to recover. He press his lips together in a seal line. Anger was pouring out of him as he try to regain himself before speaking.

“I don't see how that has anything to do with you.” His voice was low but it held all the venom you need.

“Of course it's my business! How could it be not!” Your threw your hands in the air and your voice was so high you didn't care who watch the scene unfold. Then suddenly a cold shiver ran down your back. You didn't want to be here anymore. You stepped past him and into the elevator, “You know what? I don't care to know.” You turn to look at him once you where in the small compartment.

“Good.” He nodded his in a sharp manner that made your blood boil.

“Yea Good, And you can tell Tony I quit!” She snapped back at him as the elevator doors close. This cut you off from seeing his face. So you close your eyes as you thought up of one.

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Last nights scene with your now ex-favorite hero had burn the rest of the alcohol in your system which clear your mind up. You went straight back to the hotel and gather your things. You were beginning to feel mortify over the fight with Captain Rogers. Your mouth frown at his name. You were heading south on the highway when your phone start ringing. You knew from the ring tone that it was Nat. You were suppose to move into the base six hours ago. You tried ignore the phone ringing but she was one not to quit. So ten minutes later you found a rest stop and pulled in.

the phone rang out once more but this time you were quick to answer it.

“Hey where the hell are you?” Her voice was low and motherly. You smile at her words, of course they would know something was up right away.

“It's not going to work out.” You went straight the punches.

“What do you mean?” Was she playing dumb? You decided to just let it out.

“Captain Rogers made it very painfully clear that the position on the team has been fill by someone else.” You spoke the truth as you fiddle with your jacket zipper. Nat went quiet, a little too quiet, “Hey Natty? You still there?” You question after what seem to be forever of her silence.

“Yea, Sorry girl. That doesn't make sense. Stay where you are. I'm going to go talk to him right now.”

“No, no, no,no. No Nat don't.” Having Nat go in and chew him out was worse then your parents show up at school to handle your bullies. It will only make some things worse and this was one of them. Nat laugh as her response.

“Oh Y/N you have nothing to worry about. I will straighten up everything.” She coo as she hung up. Your face heat up with redness as the fact that Nat was going to fight your battle.

After a half hour of watching people of all types enter and leave the stop your stomach began to growl. It wouldn't hurt to drive to the nearest food place for a bite. You reason with yourself. So you switch the car on and left the spot.

It was almost another hour that you ran into a food joint. It was a family dinner on the side of the highway. You were sure how you felt about home cook food at the time. You were a finicky eater. But your stomach made up your mind. You pull your F/C to the side and go out. It had a very quiet atmosphere about it. You glance around the parking lot to see that there was amazingly a lot people here then you thought.

Upon entering the restaurant you found yourself being drawn to a table in the corner. Ten or so little kids where running around enjoy a birthday party. You smile at the scene. These little moment are what you fight for. You may never have kids yourself one day but that shouldn't stop you from saving people that can. We were all on this planet together.

A young, red face girl finally caught your attention as she wave to you.

“Hello Traveler, dining alone?” She held a polite smile and lead you to a table. She took your drink order and left to give you time to think about your order. When she return with your drink, you order. She was a nice waitress as well as hostess as you made some-talk with her and the birthday party that was going on. They were keeping her on her toes but not in a bad way.

When you were finish with your dinner, your waitress shown to question about dessert. Which then waver your thoughts on holding out. She saw the struggle right away and began happily naming all their desserts. It wasn't until she brought up pie that had you stop her.

“Oh yes, I just pulled a out pecan pie and a blueberry one. And just so you know that you get a side on ice cream with that and our ice cream is homemade as well.”

“Well that sounds wonderful.” A new voice rose up from behind the waitress. Both you and the waitress look to see none other then Captain America standing sheepishly behind her.

Now that his presence was known he took a step up to the table. The waitress beam a bright smile at you as her eyes meet yours.

“Did you want chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?” It took you a minute to realize that the waitress didn't know who he was. She then smile up at him and as if he was having anything. That's when he broke their stare and he was now looking straight ahead at you.

“That depends on if she will let me join her.” If you weren't already frozen in place those words would have done the trick. The waitress eyes toss back to you as it were a tennis match. She urge you with her eyes. Still no words form but you found yourself nodding.

“Then I will have the same.” He slide into the chair in front of me. His eyes dance around the room, as he was checking out the place. He was a great actor knowing full well that he was casing the place for securely.

“How did you find me?” You knew the answer but want to here it from him. A light red flush took over his cheeks.

“I track you from Nat's phone after she was done talking to you. I'm really sorry about how I acted last night. I think there has been a big misunderstanding and it's my fault completely.” He pause on his speech but his eyes did not leave yours. As soon as you open your mouth to speak the waitress appear with orders. You blush a bit as you bit your lip. You forgot that he had keen hearing.

“To make this short, Last night at the party, Tony had been sending woman after woman to talk to me. And then there was you standing at the corner table most of the night. You were so stunning in your dress that when you said Tony had sent you over. I just assume that you were here for that same reason. And I got anger and lost my temper thinking I got scooped again.” He took that moment to take a bite of pie while your mind roll his words around. And soon you find yourself connecting the dots.

“Where there that many girls interrupting your night?” A different wave of feeling were washing over you that the question slip. Steve caught the look in your eyes and once again his face soften so much you thought he would cry.

“Yes and no.” Hiding his blush face in another bite of pie.

“Then why did you say the position was full? You could have been honest and tell me you were not looking for a date.”

Steve began to chuckle into his spoon. His face was turning darker red then you had ever seen.

“That's my fault. You see, Y/N, I'm the one that approve on you joining the team. And when you said Tony...” But you already cut him off.

“You thought Tony hire me to date you?” It hurt your lips when they crashed into a frown. Steve notice the change and sober up from his puppy dog look.

“Yes and no. I check out your background and you are really amazing. So amazing that I found that I want to get to know you more. You will be a wonderful addition to the team. I have no doubt that you can handle yourself and follow other when need be. That is if you would want to unquit yourself.” His blue eyes look over the spoon he was holding.

“Oh.” Was the only thing that escape your lips.

You bit into your pie for the first time noting that the vanilla ice cream melted just a bit. It was truly one of the best pies you had in a while. You two sat like that as the children's party continue on. You relish the new silence that took over. Your mind was racing with questions you didn't know the answers to or where to start looking for them.

“So?” You look up at him. His blue eyes brighten at the look of yours.

“So?” He question you back.

“Are we about ready to head back?” You said with a smile as Steve wave for the check. He was quick to pay and made sure you made no peep about it. You look around the parking lot as Steve shove his hands into his pockets. Another adorable flush cross his face. You look up into the clear night sky and back at him. He again smile sheepishly as you knew he found you so quick was with a Quinjet.

“Need a ride back, Cap?” He smile as you beckon him to your F/C.

A little half way into the drive back, a burst of giggling escape from your lips.

“What's so funny?” You shook your head but was fail to keep it a secret.

“That Captain America lied to me the first time we met. The most honest solider in the world lied to me.”

“That's not funny.” He pout with a smile.

“Yes it is Captain Liarmerica. But don't worry your secret safe with me.”

Sorry it's been awhile but December through now are the busy time for me but I will be posting a few more story by the weekend as well.

As for Steve's face when you said you quit. Have fun with that one cause I came up with some many reaction I couldn't choose. So you can create your own.

Love Ya Kittens.

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jonathanbelloblog · 7 years ago

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The Best Cars We Drove in 2017

We’re incredibly fortunate to have access to the cars we do. All year long, we an abundance of the planet’s most precious metal sculptures, flogging them on tracks, roads, and everywhere in between. This year, it seemed like our quotient of top-notch machinery was at an all-time high as we drove some of the most desirable cars right into the pages of this website and our print magazine.

Choosing a favorite is not easy. Do we pick the luxury and comfort of the new Rolls-Royce Phantom, the always-ridiculous Bugatti Chiron, Lamborghini’s V-12-powered-swansong Aventador S, or something like the all-new Jeep Wrangler? While not as combative a task as picking winners during our annual All-Stars awards, we had a wide range of opinions.

Editor-in-chief Mike Floyd: The term ‘greatest car in the world’ can mean different things to different people. It can be the car you’ve had for 15 years that never let you down. The muscle car you only take out of your garage on sunny summer days. The supercar you plastered on your wall when you were a kid. The astonishing, multi-million dollar vintage machine you drooled over on the lawn at Pebble Beach. Or the eighth-generation Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Maybe it’s the mystique that’s developed around it. Or its price tag. Or the marketing hype. But the Phantom represents the ultimate, the excess, the dream of being someone rich, important, famous. By the way, the all-new Phantom is also a damn good car. It’s big and heavy, yes, but its twin-turbo V-12 just pulls and pulls. It actually turns pretty well too, and is underpinned by a world-class, aluminum intensive architecture. But more than that, it’s what’s inside that has been properly done. The craftsmanship is astonishing, the materials, the overall execution is unlike any modern production car I’ve ever been in. As it should be. And that’s without even mentioning the Gallery, the art installation in the dash.

Yeah, I know, it’s a car for the .001 percenters. Why should anyone care? Because it’s the greatest car in the world. It was an honor to drive and be driven in it. And it’s been an honor to have you along for the ride this year. Thanks to you all, from all of us here at Automobile.

My honorable mentions: Lexus LC 500, McLaren 720s, that day in Utah in the Ford GT, the Civic Type R, the Toyota Camry (damn right I said it), MX-5 RF, that day in dirt in the Honda Ridgeline Baja truck, that day at Streets of Willow in the OVC and Revology Shelby GT350s, Camaro ZL1 1LE, Range Rover Velar, Mercedes-AMG E63 S, BMW M2.

Executive editor Mac Morrison: In retrospect, I don’t know what I expected as I headed to the first drive of the 2018 Porsche 911 GT2 RS. The car’s on-paper numbers—700 hp, 553 lb-ft, 3,200 pounds and change—are bonkers, but aside from a general understanding that this 911 would be fast, I was quite curious to discover the end result. By the end of a full day of driving, including a handful of laps on Portugal’s Algarve circuit and more than 100 miles on the road, I realized it had been quite some time since a new car made me smile and giggle so much. It’s not just the silly power, torque, and seemingly never-ending acceleration, either.

The GT2 RS’s ability to use every bit of its twin-turbo 3.8-liter bang is astounding. Its combination of aerodynamic and mechanical grip rewrite the rules of quick cornering, and the steering and brakes are not only up to the task but also feel great to use. This is one of the rare modern cars to find the right balance of performance and feedback, feeling a long way from overly refined and boring without crossing the line into the realm of scary or intimidating hair-trigger snappiness. You certainly know you can get in a lot of trouble driving it, but you can also enjoy it without holding your breath while always waiting for it to spit you into a ditch. Dare I say this is the best driver’s 911 of all time? I know Porsche geeks will never reach a consensus on that title, but there is no denying the new 911 GT2 RS is a performance-car masterpiece.

Editor-at-large Arthur St. Antoine: Is it fair to choose a full-blown race car as a “best drive?” It is when said machine rearranges both your preconceptions of the laws of physics and your DNA. Hurling the Ferrari 488 Challenge around Canada’s Circuit Mont Tremblant was an electrifying, soul-awakening feast of race engineering at is finest: a screaming, 660-plus horsepower V-8, brakes that stop like a padded bridge abutment, an aero-aided chassis that cornered so hard it could pry the fillings from your teeth. Does such extreme prowess come at the expense of fragility or finickiness? That’s this Ferrari’s coup de grace: for two days I pounded around Tremblant, lap after lap after lap. Not once did the 488 Challenge so much as breathe hard. I call that the performance of the year.

Detroit bureau chief Todd Lassa: I want to choose the Honda Civic Type R, but I don’t know if I can get used to the idea of being on the same page as associate editor Jonathan Klein. The Type R is fabulous fun; more engaging than the supercars on our 2018 All-Stars drive, with sharp steering and handling and that great gearbox (the latter of which makes it more engaging than, say, the Ford GT or McLaren 720S). On the track, it dances with the best of them and can kick out its tail like a RWD sports car. But rather than align with Klein, I’m going to go with the Miata Cup Racer, which handles the (small, tight M1 Concours in Michigan) circuit exactly as I’d expect from a street-legal Miata. It’s nice to know they’re virtually interchangeable. I know what you’re thinking; the Miata is a #noboringcars car because I own one. No, but I own one because it’s a #noboringcars car.

Automotive design editor Robert Cumberford: Quiet, fast, spacious, comfortable, the Tesla Model 3 is very impressive. This was a top-spec, extra battery capacity car with about $20,000 in options. I’d like to have one, but can’t afford it, alas.

New York bureau chief Jamie Kitman: I loved the Porsche Boxster S I spent a week in, but my priority characteristic in a sports car is steering feel, and the Lotus Evora Sport 410 has this in spades. In addition to robust power and an extraordinarily supple ride, it amounts to a half-price supercar you can use. Now that Lotus has Geely funding behind it, I expect it is a harbinger of even greater things to come.

Features editor Rory Jurnecka: Time will show the new Ford GT to be a special car even decades from today. Built mostly to win Le Mans—which it did—the limited-production, road-going variant is unique and engaging to drive with an experience all its own. It is wholly different from the ubiquitous McLarens, Ferraris, and Lamborghinis that compete for background photo space on your laptop. That this success came from a small, skunkworks team of rogue engineers hidden in Ford’s basement is nothing short of amazing.

Senior digital editor Kirill Ougarov: As I’ve expounded upon since it sadly left our care, my pick has to be the BMW i8. The mix of design, tech, and solid grand-touring dynamics really meshed with my personal tastes. “An enjoyable to drive, distinctively stylish grand tourer that offers a preview of coming electrified attractions” is probably the best summary I have, which I stole from my own story.

Online editor Ed Tahaney: The Lamborghini Huracán LP580-2 Spyder beats out my other favorite ride of the year—the Honda Civic Type R—only because it’s a drop-top. Both cars are a blast to drive and will make you an instant celebrity wherever you roll up. I love the Giallo Tenerife paint job that makes it look like an angry wedge of cheese, while its V-10 screams 580-hp obscenities. The cup holder sucks, but everything else about the Spyder does not.

Senior copy editor Kara Snow: Not only is the Ford GT the wildest car I drove this year in terms of both the actual ride and its hyper-futuristic design, but the experience in Ford’s race-winning beast was as emotionally thrilling as my very first time behind the wheel.

In his day, my grandfather worked on Fords for movie studios. My dad loved Mustangs. He owned many through the years and was hoping to fix up his 1946 Super De Luxe before he died unexpectedly five years ago. I’m sorry he never got to see what Ford would follow up the first two generations of these supercars with: a wonder of design, handling, and quickness—with all of the turbo’s whizzing and whooshing and the 647 hp V-6’s stunning growl.

Getting to drive the new Ford GT completes the circle for three generations of car lovers. It was a dream come true to pilot an American supercar made by a company with deep roots in our country’s history. And in my own life.

Daily news editor Conner Golden: Somehow I managed to sneak my way behind the wheel of the 2018 Porsche 911 GT3, claiming the golden tiara of my favorite car of the year. Porsche is loath to admit it, but the 991.2 GT3 takes what made the 911 R so incredibly desirable and offers it to the (still wealthy) masses, minus a handful of lightweight panels and stylistic affects. With a 4.0-liter flat-six whizzing all the way to a 9,000-rpm redline and a delicious six-speed manual transmission (seven-speed PDK optional), the GT3 was unspeakably excellent in every scenario.

Creative director Darren Scott: Hands down, the Volkswagen Golf R is the best VW I’ve ever driven. At first, I didn’t even know it existed but I quickly learned it’s a pocket rocket on rails. Its over-hyped little brother, the GTI—of which I have driven many examples—is a Bush League second baseman compared to this lightning shortstop. No flash, no nonsense. It delivers acceleration, power, and handling on-demand; supercar sophistication in a street-size package, a real driving experience. There are two downsides; one is the Tamagotchi style center console (come on VW, it’s 2017), and second, all the parking lot wannabes telling you the Ford Focus RS is better. Who cares! All that means is there’s two incredible cars to choose from.

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