Avengers Preferences and Imagines

Secret Confessions (Steve Rogers)

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Prompt: Steve has a secret crush on you, and one day after you've fallen asleep, he starts to talk about how he feels about you, not realizing you could hear him.

I groaned with exhaustion as I ran my hand down my face. We had just finished our fifth intense mission in three days and were finally headed back home to Stark tower. Thank god for that because I was wiped and could use the rest and relaxation. I rolled my head from side to side, trying to ease some of my built-up tension. "Hey, are you ok?" I jumped a bit as I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I relaxed when I realized it was only my best friend, Steve. "Post mission jitters," we both said at the same time, bursting into laughter at our talking in unison, something we often did.

When we finally touched down, I had never been so happy to see Stark tower. I bounded off of the quinjet immediately, sighing as I took in the fresh air on the launch pad. "Nothing beats being home," I whispered to myself before heading inside with everyone else. After heading off to my room so I could shower and change, I eventually wandered back out to the common area to see what everyone was up to. The only person I found, was Steve sitting on the couch. "Hey, Stevie, whatcha up to?" I asked him, strolling into the living room and plopping down beside him on the couch. He shrugged. "I was going to watch a movie, but I can't decide on which one to watch." I laughed at his indecision and went over to the massive shelf of DVD'S in the towers living room, selecting five movies that I knew Steve hadn't seen and were on my list of movies to show him. I handed him the cases to look over and wandered off to the kitchen to find us some snacks for our movie.

When I returned, Steve had picked out a movie for the two of us to watch. "(your favorite movie.)" I snatched the case out of hand. "Good pick Stevie," I told him as I affectionately ruffled his hair on my way to the DVD player. To his credit, he only groaned a little bit. I was the only person whose antics Steve put up with. I was almost certain that he hated his nickname, and not to mention the hair ruffling and everything else I did to annoy my best friend, but he never said a word to stop me. The man was a saint. Sliding the disc into the DVD player, I grabbed a large, fluffy blanket from the pile near the fireplace. I knew I wouldn't really need it because Steve always let me cuddle up to him during movies, and he put off heat like a furnace, but I liked having a blanket.

Blanket and snacks in tow, I sat back down next to Steve, handed him the bowl of snacks while I got comfortably curled up next to him; nudging his arm out of the way so he could wrap it around me. As soon as we were comfortable, I hit play on the movie and the opening credits flashed across the screen. "Ooooo" I said as the movie started, and Steve just laughed. Not even halfway through the movie, I started to yawn. The exhaustion from our week was finally catching up to me. Steve didn't seem to pay my yawning any attention, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep curled up against Steves's side.

***Steve's POV***

I jumped a little bit as a cacophony of startling sounds came from the movie. But funny enough, (y/n) didn't seem to notice. Which was odd because she was usually so jumpy. I turned my head to look at her, thinking maybe she just hadn't heard it, or maybe she had seen this movie enough times to know it was coming. But when I looked down at her, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit to myself. She had fallen asleep. I couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked, curled up and sleeping against me like that. For as long as I had known her, I had always found myself mesmerized by her beauty. But I couldn't tell her that. She was my best friend, and I couldn't risk losing her, so for a year now; I had loved her from afar. I wanted to tell her this, I hated keeping things from her, but I knew I would hate losing her even more.