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[ohjiminn]

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[lovehelpmewrite]

“A friend Steve; you have one of those right? Big guy? Metal arm?”

Title: "A friend Steve; you have one of those right? Bug guy? Metal arm?"

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader starring OFC!Ari, miscellaneous police cars

Word count: 2,038

Summary: tbh I don't even really remember, Steve and the reader are running from HYDRA and happen upon an old friends house where implied smut ensues I guess???

Warnings: A bloody nose, very slight fight scene, very light smut, smut implied, a lot of fluff and joking Steve

[A/N]: This is my fic for Bethtastic’s 6k follower challenge ( @not-moose-one-shots  ) It’s also my first published Steve fic. Please enjoy, and feedback is greatly appreciated (good or bad feedback)

We ran down the empty suburban streets, dodging the spotlights of helicopters and trolling “police” cars. I spotted the house just as a helicopter above us switched on its spotlight. I grabbed Steve’s hand and tugged him as hard as I could to the right, towards the house. I pulled him with me to the sliding glass door I knew was in the back and slid it open, thankful that it was unlocked like she’d said it would be. 

As soon as we stepped inside I closed and locked the door and pulled the blinds down over the glass. We both stood there breathing heavily for a minute, me longer than Steve. He looked around the grand kitchen that we’d stepped into. It was exceptionally nice, humongous, and well stocked. 

“What are we doing here? What if the owner comes down and finds us here?” Steve asked, his voice low as I walked towards the pantry. 

“Don’t worry about it, she’s a friend and she isn’t even here; she’s in Mexico City.“ 

“A friend?” He asked. 

“Someone who won’t mind us staying in her house for a few days while we hide out, a friend Steve; you have one of those right? Big guy, metal arm?” I joked, jumping up onto the kitchen counter and eating a few grapes out of the nearby fruit bowl. Steve let himself smile for a minute before looking around. 

“I’m going to go find a bathroom and shower and then we can talk about getting away from those guys.” I nodded in response and watched his pert ass sway in his tight jeans as he walked away. I kissed my teeth just as he left the room, crossing my legs and leaning back on my hand against the countertop. 

“Damn shame…” I whispered, popping another grape into my mouth. Suddenly, the sound of a punch landing and the quiet click of a gun’s hammer being pulled back echoed around the room. 

Steve backed into the kitchen once more, one hand up as he stared at whoever had the gun and the other hand holding a bloody nose. I was off the countertop in an instant, pressing myself to the wall next to the doorway to the kitchen, ready to take down whoever had the gun. As soon as the gun and hands of the person came into view I jumped forward, pushing their arms up as they fired before bringing my leg behind theirs and pushing them to the floor before I knelt quickly and pressed a knee to their throat. 

As soon as I saw who it was I jumped off and threw myself back against the wall. “Jesus Ari, you scared the shit out of me!” I exclaimed. She sat up and rubbed the front of her neck and upper chest. 

“Jesus, you couldn’t say hi before crushing my throat with your knee?” She mocked back. I stood, putting out a hand and pulling her up with me. Steve stood off to the side staring at the both of us, his blood slowly dripping onto his shirt and the floor. 

“You couldn’t have chosen a different house?” Steve asked, finally gaining my and Ari’s attention. I smiled, letting a small laugh escape my lips. 

“Sorry, Ari, this is Steve, Steve, this is my friend Ari,” I introduced. 

“Sorry, I….I thought that you were Hydra, or some government agent coming to look for her or me or something,” Ari apologized. 

“It’s okay, I think Y/N thought the same of you,” Steve joked, managing a smile even with blood dripping off his chin. 

“Alright well, why don’t you two go upstairs and get cleaned up, again, sorry Steve. The bedroom with the big shower is upstairs and to the left, end of the hall,” Ari explained, “Try not to get too much blood on my carpet please, use a towel or something; and stay safe!” she called after us, winking at me as soon as Steve was turned around. 

Steve trudged his way up the double flight of stairs using the bottom of his shirt to staunch the flow of blood from his face until he could find a towel. He gestured ahead of him when we finally reached the door and I swung it open easily, passing by the 5-star hotel worthy room for the equally beautiful bathroom for a towel. I reached into Ari’s bathroom closet full of plush white towels and grabbed one before walking back into the bedroom, watching Steve be in awe of such luxury. I chuckled and threw the towel at his chest, not surprised when he still caught it, even in his dazed state. 

“The awe will wear off in a little while, in the meantime, I’m gonna shower and you can deal with your bloody nose.” I quickly turned on my heal before I caught myself staring at him again, shutting the bathroom door quietly behind me. I leaned against it a second and let out a slow breath before pushing off of it and grabbing 2 fluffy towels out of the closet and throwing them over the side of the clear glass encased shower. I slowly peeled off my sweat and dirt covered shirt, followed by my pants which pulled slightly at the still scabbing scar tissue on my thigh from a previous mission. 

The sensation of my pants being stuck to the wound with dried blood and having to pull it off was less than pleasurable and needless to say, I was glad to finally get my old bra and cotton panties off and get into the spacious shower. I stepped to the side of the showerhead as I turned it on, not wanting to brave the cold water as it warmed up. 

When I was finally under the tranquil pounding of the steaming water I let all the tension built up in my muscles start to melt away. I turned my back to the water, letting the powerful water pressure beat away at the muscles in my shoulders until they relaxed on my body once again. I helped myself to the assorted shower items sitting on a ledge in the shower, gently lathering the lavender shampoo into my scalp and sighing as I finally felt relaxed for the first time in days. As I let the shampoo sit in my hair I took the sea salt infused body wash and washing my upper body, taking care to wash away any leftover grime from the mission with Steve. I let myself enjoy the entire shower experience, even shaving my underarms and legs with a razor that was sitting on the shelf of shower items. Halfway through rinsing my conditioner out, there was a small knock on the door. 

“Come in,” I answered, glad the steam of the shower covered the glass of the shower when I recognized Steve’s frame step into the bathroom. 

“Ari said there would be clothes and a hairbrush and whatnot in this bag so I’m just bringing it in here for you, it’s on the counter.” I smiled, even when I couldn’t fully make him out I could see the quiet awkwardness that was Steve Rogers. 

“Thanks, I’ll be out in a few,” I answered back, not keeping the relaxedness of my body out of my voice. He just murmured a small 

“Okay,” before leaving the bathroom, the soft click of the door signaling his exit. I let myself stand under the warm stream for a few more seconds before sighing and shutting the water off. I wrapped one towel around my hair after wringing it out and wrapped one around my body. 

I shivered for a second as the cold air outside the shower hit my skin before quickly drying all the remaining water off of my body and reaching in the back Ari had put together for me. Expecting the normal cotton panties I normally wore I reached around the bag surprised to pull out a pair of black lacy boy shorts followed by a black, sheer, unlined bra with the same lace around the edges. “Goddammit Ari,” I whispered. 

I slipped on the undergarments anyways, not willing to get back into the sweaty, dirty, mess that was my under clothes from before. The underwear was followed by nothing other than a large men’s t-shirt that reached just below my butt. I sighed knowing what Ari was trying to do and just gave up fighting it. Who knows, perhaps something good would come out of it. I reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of lotion, smoothing it over my legs and body before finally shaking my hair free of the towel on my head and brushing it. I used the given deodorant and closing the bag before giving myself one last once-over in the mirror, shrugging and then opening the door. 

I threw the bag into the nearest chair and watched Steve open his eyes from on his place laying on the bed. 

“Hey…” Steve trailed, watching my every move as I made my way over to the bed. I ran the last few feet and threw myself onto the bed, landing on my side. I smiled up at him before wrinkling my nose at him. 

“You should really shower.” He let out a small laugh, getting up and grabbing a bag of his own that Ari had no doubt filled with an old boyfriend’s clothes. Steve’s shower lasted significantly shorter than I’m sure mine did, not even allowing me enough time to fall asleep. 

As Steve stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing around him in only a pair of boxers I was sure you could see the change in my face from tired to completely turned on. He seemed to not understand the fact that I wasn’t used to seeing so much of him; his strong chest, his thick thighs, his bulging biceps… 

“The shirt didn’t fit so I guess I’ll be sleeping in this,” he explained, throwing his bag in the chair with mine before laying back down on the bed facing me on his side. 

“That’s a real shame,” I managed to get out. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“The shirt, I mean.” He nodded, his eyes searching my face carefully. 

“Is it?” 

“Hmm?” I asked back, not fully comprehending his speech when he was this close and this shirtless. 

“Is it really a shame Y/N? Cause you don’t seem too upset by it,” Steve said, a slow grin working onto his face. “What do you really think?” He continued, staring into my eye challengingly. 

“I think,” I started, swallowing and trying to gain back my words. “I think that I haven’t gotten to see this much of you very often and it’s pretty damn amazing. I think I want to definitely make out with you but if you don’t want to that’s complete-” I got cut off by Steve’s lips pressing softly to mine. 

I lost myself in the kiss, not even noticing when he had moved so he laid back against the headboard and I sat in his lap. My hands traveled of their own accord, pressing my fingertips into his shoulders before grasping at the hairs at the back of his neck. His hands roamed over my back and down my sides, over my waist and hips before settling on my upper thighs. We both groaned aloud as I pressed my hips down onto him, breaking the kiss to breathe and press our foreheads together. 

Suddenly there was the sound of something moving over the carpet near the door. We both looked to see a condom laying just under the edge of the door, Ari’s voicing ringing on the other side of the wooden door. 

“Be safe!” And then the soft pat-pat of her feet running away quickly. I let out a soft laugh, closing my eyes and dropping my head into Steve’s neck.

“You could have chosen a different house,” He said quietly. 

“Shut up.”