Yes, Captain
Note: This is my first ever attempt at writing fanfic. Constructive criticism welcomed!
Warnings: NSFW, some angst, smut (18+ only), unprotected sex
It had been four months since Y/N had joined the Avengers team, which meant that it had also been four months since Y/N had first begun harbouring the world’s biggest unrequited crush in history on one Steve Rogers. Sigh. Captain America. The first moment Y/N had laid eyes on him, she knew she was a goner. Those piercing blue eyes, that sexy deep voice, those muscles which seemed to be constantly at war with the restrictions of any shirt he dared to wear, her fantasy of calling him Captain in the bedroom and most of all, that beard. Boy had Y/N spent some time fantasizing about that beard and what it would feel like against her skin…
For a while Y/N had hoped that Steve might be picking up the hints that she was interested in him. The way she would involuntarily bite her lower lip at the sight of him. The way she giggled at his jokes or twirled her hair in her fingers absentmindedly whenever he was speaking to her. Y/N was a strong, independent woman. She was part of the Avengers team for goodness sake! Yet every time she was in Steve’s presence she was overcome with this feeling of total desire for him, she’d feel her cheeks turning bright red when he smiled at her and heaven forbid they ever touched. Once, at a group dinner, Steve’s hand had accidentally brushed against hers when they both reached for the salt cellar at the same time. On that occasion she had to excuse herself from dinner early to have a cold shower. If she had stayed at the dinner, she would have perhaps noticed the way Steve got goosebumps when they touched, the way a blush rose to his cheeks, too. All of the Avengers aside from Y/N and Steve seemed to be fully aware of the mutual crush that they clearly had for one another. None of them could understand why neither Y/N nor Steve would make the first move.
Y/N’s best friend in the group had quickly become Natasha. They felt an immediate bond of friendship and quickly fell into sharing about their pasts and their hopes for the future. Nat was the person who Y/N consistently talked to about Steve. Nat constantly tried to convince Y/N to tell Steve how she felt. Knowing Steve as well as she did, Nat knew that it was unlikely he would be the one to do it - he was always worried about professionalism and propriety.
“Honestly Y/N, there are plenty of women out there who think that Steve is a huge catch.” Nat said. “If you don’t make a move on Steve soon, someone else will!”
“Okay, okay,” Y/N finally relented. “Maybe tonight after the mission I’ll tell him how I feel.”
“Yes! This is perfect. It’s just the three of us on the mission tonight, so as soon as we’re done I’ll give you some privacy and you can talk to him,” Nat said happily. “You know, the rendezvous point tonight is a night club, so it’s the perfect excuse for you to wear a sexy dress and high heels.”
Y/N admitted to herself that this could be a good opportunity. A night together in a darkened club, music playing, maybe even imbibing a drink or two to blend in with the crowd. Y/N stood in front of her closet and chose her favourite little black dress. It was body con, fitted in all the right places with a low scoop neck which perfectly showcased her chest. She moved to her lingerie drawer and carefully picked out a gorgeous black lace bra and panty set, deliberating a moment before she also chose a garter belt, suspenders and knee high hose. She figured, if this was her chance with Steve, she might as well really go for it. Y/N thought that the garter belt and suspenders also had a bit of a 1940’s vibe which she hoped would be to Steve’s liking, in the event that she ever got the opportunity to show him.
Nat and Steve were already waiting by the car, when Y/N got there. Nat looked phenomenal in a tiny, forest green dress with a deep low back. Paired with her beautiful red hair, it was the perfect combination.
Steve, standing next to Nat, leaning against the car, was wearing tight jeans that made his ass look incredible and a white button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. He looked insanely good. Y/N found herself trying to stifle a moan when she looked at him. Trying to think of anything other than her fantasy of slowly unbuttoning Steve’s shirt, she instead exclaimed, “You look amazing, Nat!”.
“Not as amazing as you do Y/N! Right Steve?” Nat said, as she nudged the Captain.
Steve was staring straight at Y/N, but he didn’t say a word. Y/N’s heart sunk - if he couldn’t even muster up a compliment when prompted by Nat, then this didn’t bode well for her plans tonight.
Once they got in the car, Steve gave the run down of their mission plan. “Nat and I will try to coerce the informant to give up the info we need. Y/N, you’ll keep lookout and stop anyone from approaching us while we’re talking to the informant.”
At the club they got into their positions. Nat and Steve were in the roped off VIP area of the club and Y/N was just outside, but still with a clear sight line to them. The informant approached and began talking to Nat and Steve. Y/N couldn’t hear what they were saying, but could tell from their facial expressions that it was tense. Just then a man approached Y/N, hitting on her and desperately trying to get her to dance. After a while, Y/N finally managed to get rid of him. When she looked back over to her colleagues she was not prepared for what she saw. There, in plain sight for anyone to see, were Nat and Steve, kissing. Y/N looked away hoping that her eyes had somehow betrayed her, but sure enough when she looked back, Steve and Nat were still kissing; Nat’s arms wrapped around Steve’s neck.
Hot tears began to well up in Y/N’s eyes. She remembered the words Nat had spoken to her earlier that same day: “If you don’t make a move on Steve soon, someone else will!” Never in a million years had Y/N thought that Nat would be that someone. Y/N’s mind raced - she couldn’t understand how Nat could do that to her, especially not when she knew that Y/N was planning to tell Steve how she felt this very night. As Steve and Nat’s kiss ended, she saw them both glance at her and she quickly turned away.
Everything was a blur for Y/N until suddenly Steve and Nat were directly in front of her, pulling her along with them toward the exit. “We got what we wanted, so let’s get back to headquarters,” Nat said.
“Yeah, you got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?” Y/N spitefully muttered under her breath.
Y/N sat in stony silence during the car ride back to headquarters. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes at any moment, but somehow she kept it together. “Everything ok Y/N?” Nat asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m just peachy,” Y/N practically spat out the words, feeling incredulous that Nat had the audacity to ask her that question after what she had just done. As soon as they pulled up to Headquarters Y/N threw open your door, turned around and said “I’ll give you two some privacy”, slamming the door as she sprinted up to her room.
Once Y/N was in the safety of her own room, her tears began flowing freely. Y/N couldn’t believe Nat would betray their friendship like this. Why hadn’t she just been honest from the start and admit that she had feelings for Steve too? Y/N couldn’t blame Nat for being attracted to Steve - it was impossible not to be - but the betrayal still stung. Y/N heard a knock at your door.
“Y/N, please open up!” It was Nat.
“Please go away Nat, I’m not ready to talk right now.” Y/N’s voice was unsteady through her tears.
“Y/N please let me explain,” Nat begged.
Y/N pleaded, “Seriously Nat, please let me be alone right now. Go. Away.”
As Y/N heard the sound of Nat’s retreating footsteps she sank to the floor, her back against the door. Y/N finally let herself cry. Part of Y/N knew it was ridiculous - it’s not exactly as though Steve was hers to claim. Clearly he wasn’t even interested in her if he was boldly kissing Nat in public. Rejection and betrayal mixed together while Y/N’s tears continued to flow. She wasn’t exactly sure how long she’d been sitting there, when she heard another knock at the door.
“Nat, please. I already told you. Not tonight. You knew about my feelings for Steve and then you went ahead and kissed him right in front of me. I think I deserve to be left alone right now.” Y/N said sadly.
“Y/N, you have feelings for me?” The voice at the door asked.
Suddenly Y/N bolted up. It wasn’t Nat at her door, it was Steve. She couldn’t believe what she had just unwittingly admitted to him.
“Y/N. It’s Steve, please open up. Clearly we need to talk.”
