Clint's farm was always somewhere the Avengers could go when they were feeling stressed, down in the dumps or just wanted to pay the Barton's a visit. You didn't pick today to be one of those days. Today, you walked into the Avengers facility and took a seat at your desk where you began tracking a current mission to make sure it was going alright.
Hooking your transmitter around your ear, you adjusted the mouthpiece and began talking to your allies out on the field.

"Hey guys," you started, "Anyone copy?"

You waited a few seconds before anyone replied.

"(Y/N)," Clint responded, "You busy?"

"Um, I kinda just got to work. Why?"

"Something's wrong with Rogers. Can you talk to him?"

"Isn't he with you?" You asked, hiding the fact that you almost fell off your chair when Clint mentioned Steve. You had a massive crush on Captain America. Ever since Fury hired you after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA, you and the super soldier had developed a close friendship, but there were times when you thought it could be more.

"No. When he woke up he looked terrible, so we left him at the facility. Must've had a rough night."

"Oh."

"You could take him up to the farm. Laura's in need of some firewood," Clint suggested, a chuckle lacing his words, "Chopping wood usually cheers him up. Besides, we're almost done here anyway."

You laughed, "Alright. Be careful, and tell the others I said hi."

"Will do."

With that, you whipped off your transmitter and rushed over to Steve's room. Once you reached his door, you pushed it open and stepped inside.

"Hey Steve," you smiled at your friend who was sitting on his bed. It was hard to try not to stare at his flawless, shirtless form and unbrushed hair.

"How are you?" He smiled in your direction.

"I'm good, but I'm not so sure about you. Clint said you had a rough night. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess," Steve smiled halfheartedly, signalling for you to take a seat beside him.

"I'm not going to make you talk about it, don't worry."

"Thank you," A light blush began to form on Steve's cheeks.

"But I am going to make you come with me to Clint's."

"And how're you going to do that?"

"Please?" You begged, making puppy-dog eyes Steve couldn't help but obey.

Steve sighed heavily, looking down at the floor and then back up at you with a smirk, "You know I can't say no."

You grinned, "First you've got to put a shirt on."

"Why? Does it bother you?"

"Yes. I don't think Laura would like to see that gut of yours hanging out."

"You're a punk, (Y/N). You know that?"

"You're a jerk."

An hour later, you and Steve had reached Clint's property. Steve stopped the car and got out quickly, opening your door.

"Thank you, but you know, you don't have to do that, Steve. I'm perfectly capable of opening my own door," you smiled at Steve's gentlemanly action.

"I know."

You walked up the path side by side in silence, until you reached the door. You knocked at the door, and Laura promptly answered it with a smile.

"(Y/N), Steve, how are you?" Laura asked calmly, stepping outside, "Here for a breather, huh?"

"Yeah, well, I'm good, but this one had a rough night," you said blankly, pointing at Steve with your thumb.

Laura smiled halfheartedly and sighed, "Well, I do have something you could do. I let the chickens out this morning, but I have to give Nathaniel a bath, so could you get them back in the barn?"

"We're on it," you grinned, hopping off the porch before trudging through waist-high grass, Steve ahead of you.

"Can you get the eggs too, please?" Laura called from the porch.

"Sure thing!" You shouted, continuing to walk until you reached a gate, which Steve then proceeded to open. From where you were standing, you could see numerous chickens doing their own thing around the field, and it made you wonder how you could get them all back in the barn.

"Well," Steve grinned, "Let's get moving."

First, you tried calling the chickens, and only about a third of them came to the sound of the food container shaking.

"These birds sure are stubborn," Steve sighed, wiping his brow.

You chuckled, "They take after Clint."

Steve then signalled for you to start running after the chickens in an effort to round them up. When you saw how effortlessly Steve managed to chase after the birds, you felt even more out of breath. After finally managing to get all of the chickens into the barn, Steve was visibly sweating, and proceeded to remove his shirt. Sure, your crush had started because he was a genuinely nice and interesting person, but you'd be lying if you thought he wasn't attractive— shirt or no shirt.

Steve gazed over at you from the entrance to the barn, smiling, "Looks like we're done here."

"Nope," you disagreed as you walked over to Steve and stood beside him, letting out a deep breath, "Still have to get the eggs."

Steve threw his arm around your neck, "I'll get them, stay here."

"No, I want to help. I can't run very well, but I sure as hell can grab eggs out from under chickens," you protested.

Steve chuckled as you both walked into the barn and made your way to where the chickens laid their eggs, "Alright."

When you approached the first nest, you placed your hand a few centimetres from the hen before it lashed out, flapping its wings and trying to bite you.

"I take back what I said!" You shouted, running to Steve's side, prompting Steve to laugh as he swung his arm around your torso.

"Here," he said calmly, walking with you attached to his hip towards the crazy chicken. He then took the egg out from under the hen as you watched in awe.

"Why doesn't it attack you?" You pouted, moving your own arm around Steve's torso. Steve gently gave you the egg and you placed it into a bucket.

"They can sense fear," Steve lied as a smile began to curl his lips.

"Shut up," you shoved Steve with your hip, "I was not scared until it attacked me."

Five minutes had passed and you had collected all the eggs, and reluctantly let go of Steve's side. It wasn't odd for the two of you to be so close, but it always sent shivers down your spine. Little did you know, it had the same effect on him. Steve sat down on the floor, back against a wall and feet outstretched as he patted the spot beside him, signalling for you to sit beside him. You set down the bucket of eggs beside you as you sat beside Steve, who hooked his strong arm around your shoulders as you both just took in each other's company.

"It's been a long time since I met someone as crazy as you," Steve flashed you a small grin, looking directly into your eyes.

"What makes me so crazy?"

"Well, maybe I lied. Maybe it's me that's crazy," his smile grew as he looked down at your lips.

"You're getting a bad habit of lying, Rogers. Spending too much time with Stark," you said, quietly giggling.

"Yeah. I should be spending it with you," with that, Steve cupped your face gently as he pressed his lips to yours. Your lips moulded perfectly together in what was a sweet kiss.

"Woah!" A voice you immediately recognised as Clint's exclaimed in surprise.

Quickly, the two of you pulled away, your faces resembling tomatoes as you saw all of the Avengers standing in front of you.

"Damn, Rogers," Tony winked, "I didn't see that one coming." This prompted Steve to bury his face in his hands, hiding the intense blush on his cheeks. You smirked.

You and Steve proceeded to stand up, moving towards your friends.

"Um, how'd you know where we were?" You asked, wishing it was still only you and Steve in the barn.

"Laura said you guys were taking an unusually long time picking up the eggs," Clint wiggled his eyebrows at the sight of the two love struck idiots standing before him.

"Now we know why you were taking so long," Natasha winked in your direction before looking between you and Steve, "Well, we've got to get going. Be in the quinjet in ten minutes. If you guys are going to be kissing again, I'm leaving you here."

Your friends then left the premises, checking the quinjet and getting comfortable inside for the flight home.

"So," you started, "That was..."

"Late," Steve smiled.

"What had you so down in the dumps this morning anyway?" You questioned.

"Oh," Steve said quietly, a fresh blush tinting his cheeks, "I had a dream you kissed Tony."

"Oh my," you struggled to hold back laughter, "You're the only person I'd kiss."

Steve smiled as you both began walking to the quinjet hand in hand, "I know that now."

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I think this is my second Steve imagine, and it's been in my drafts since last year 😅 I guess you could say I'm more used to Bucky. Also, note to self, I need to write more Loki ones...

Who's your favourite? Bucky, Loki or Steve, etc?