Steve rips off his shirt and you press the button for the emergency shower. You quickly look away as he uses a towel to wipe off the acid on his skin before it burns.

"I am so sorry," You blubber, tug on your lab coat nervously. "It was an accident, I swear"

And it really was. Not your fault the slightest bit. Well, maybe only a little.

You had been mixing different acids, writing down the data when you had picked up a measuring cylinder full of hydrocloric acid and turned to dispose of it, but Steve had been standing right there and it splashed all over his shirt.

So here you are, trying not to peek as Steve shuts off the water and picks up his ruined shirt. "It's not like I needed that anyways, right?"

"Please don't tell Bruce," you fumble with another towel and toss it at him, keeping your back to him as he dries off his chest. "I love my job and I don't want to get fired,"

He laughs, drapes the towel around his neck and grins. "Don't worry, (Y/n). The most he'll do is tell me to stop sneaking up on you,"

You sigh in relief, and you look up to thank him, but your cheeks flame red when your eyes find his abs. "I-I um, have to get you a.."

"Shirt?"

You nod, rushing to the extra closet and pull out a plain blue shirt four sizes too small for him. "I don't think this will fit,"

He shrugs, plucks it from your hands and pulls it over his head. You gulp and fiddling with your coat until he has the shirt on.

He sucks in a breath, lets it go, and the shirt rips on the sides and down the middle, exposing his skin. What surprises you is the almost immediately blush on his face, and it spreads down all the way to his neck and past the shirt.

"I won't tell Bruce if you don't?" He says in a breathy voice, careful not to rip the shirt as he turns and pauses at the exit. "Thanks,"

"For what?"

He grins widely. "For giving me an excuse to talk to you. Well, besides the awkward part when I had to take off my shirt. And when I ripped the shirt you had given me.." He trails off, laughing uneasily and huffs when strings snap. "I'll see you later. But, you know, when I'm wearing an actual shirt,"

You smile. "Yeah, that'd be great,"