Author's Note:

Hey everyone!

I am so excited to share my stories with you! If you aren't familiar with this kind of story, (Y/N) means 'Your Name'. It pretty much is saying 'Insert your name here'.

I figured I'd start out with some fluff. Enjoy!

Edit: I've decided to change all of these to 2nd Person POV, so bear with me.

"Why, Steve?" You said, your frustration rising by the second, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't go with you guys!" You could feel your face heating up. You stared into his blue eyes, waiting for an answer.

Did he think you weren't capable of handling yourself? Did he find you too incompetent to go on a simple mission? You had thought that he would want you to come; to test your abilities on the field. But no! You were to stay here with F.R.I.D.A.Y. and hold down the fort as usual. 'Why don't you wait 'til next time?' he would always ask. This was the fifth 'next time'!

He didn't answer. He refused to hold eye contact and stared at a corner of the ceiling, pursing his lips. He opened his mouth several times, but then closed it, deciding against whatever he was going to say. It was unsettling to see the mighty Captain at a loss for words.

"Well?" You grew impatient. You could feel the stares from the rest of the team on your back. You were making quite the scene, but you were too annoyed to care at the moment.

Steve's eyes met yours. He placed his hands firmly on your shoulders. "I... I don't want you get hurt." He paused, but before he could continue, you butted in.

"So, you don't think I can defend myself? Steve, I've been training for months!" You stated, then added with a smirk, "I even beat you once in a sparring match."

"No, (Y/N), look." He sighed, looking away to gather his thoughts. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer. "The truth is, I can't stand the thought of putting you in danger. I- It pains me to even think of it... I'm sorry. I didn't want to send you out there where I don't know if I can protect you."

"Steve," Now it was your turn to be at a loss for words. "You don't have to-"

"I already lost everyone else. I don't..." He cleared his throat, "I don't want to lose you as well." His soft blue eyes stared into yours. His face was red, and his eyes were glistening. You felt terrible. His voice fell to just above a whisper, "I love you, (Y/N)."

With those three words, those eight letters, he triggered an emotion inside of you that you couldn't fully understand. You thought your heart was going to break your ribs, it was pounding so hard. Tears stung your eyes and were soon dripping down your face. That one moment felt like an eternity that passed in an instant.

You opened your mouth to reply, but all that would come out was a small squeak. You didn't know how to respond. 'I love you too! Say 'I love you too', you idiot!' Your head screamed. You continued to gaze into his eyes, trying to bring your thoughts together enough to respond.

"I love you too." You managed to stutter. You smiled, and he smiled back. His strong arms wrapped around you and he pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You had never felt safer, or more wanted, than in that moment.

"Oh, just kiss already!" shouted Nat and Sam at the same time.

'What?!' You thought. You looked up at Steve, hoping that you weren't trembling. The look of concern on his face was quickly replaced by a childish grin.

He placed his hands over your ears and stepped back a little. Bending down, he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. You couldn't help but smile, realizing that he, too, wanted to take it slow. He pulled you back into a hug and rested his chin on your head.

You could hear the boos and groans of disappointment from the rest of the team. "A real kiss!" called Natasha.

Ignoring them, Steve pulled away slightly and met your eyes, beaming. You wiped the few tears away and smiled back at him. You still couldn't believe what was happening. All of your childhood fantasies were nothing compared to this.

"Does this mean you're both staying behind?" asked Tony, flipping the mask of his suit down over his face. You waited for Steve's answer.

"No, we're coming," he said with a sigh of defeat. He released you, turning to grab his shield.

As the rest of the team boarded the Quinjet, you slipped your gloves on. "Thanks," you said, looking back at Steve.

He patted your shoulder, chuckling. "You're welcome. And, for the record, I let you beat me."