MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Steve Rogers X Stark!Reader - Piece of Me

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Piece of Me' by Britney Spears. In this story, Reader is Tony's sister. I hope you all enjoy it.

Ever since Tony had opened up about his super-identity, you had become the media's favourite new toy. No matter where you went, there were camera's following you. At first, you'd attempted to shake it off. People were curious about your life, and once they realised you were no different to any other woman your age, they would get bored and the magazines would move on to their next victim. But you had underestimated their patience. The hovering paparazzi had gone from an unnerving presence, to a lingering invasion of privacy. They'd shown up to parties you'd been attending, attempting to catch you misbehaving. They'd been snapping photos of you on dates, hounding the men you were out with until they gave up on seeing you altogether. 

The final straw had come when you'd caught a cameraman lingering outside of the crematorium at an old school friends funeral. You were already stretched thin, barely holding it together as you mourned a woman who had been one of your closest confidantes. And then the flash had gone off as you had stepped out of the building. You felt sick, your stomach turning as a blinding rage flashed through you, and before you could catch yourself you were marching towards him. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" you growled out, grabbing the camera by the lens as he snapped another photo. It wouldn't be flattering; you didn't have to see the picture to know that your eyes were rimmed red, you jaw clenched as you glared at the sheer audacity of this man. 

"That lens costs-"

"What kind of pathetic human tries to make money off of other people's pain?" you bit out, yanking the camera out of his hands. He released it easier than you had intended him to, and it slipped from your fingers, skittering across the ground as he watched on in horror. "Just leave me alone." You forced the glare from your face, your entire expression softening as you attempted to calm your flaring temper. 

As you turned to leave, the man seemed to realise what had just happened. "That's destruction of property, you know?" he called after you, hoping to get some sort of a rise out of you. "I'll call the cops." 

"Fucking call them then," you muttered, stalking towards your car as fast as you could manage.

Turns out, he really had ended up calling the police on you. Apparently, even though you claimed that he had been harassing you for months, the one slip in your composure was enough to warrant a court appearance. You'd settled it pretty quickly, with Tony standing at your side the whole time. 

After that, your relationship with the media was pretty strained. No interviews. No articles. You only ever left Stark Tower when it was essential. There was no way in hell that you were going to let them make money from stalking you through the streets, and so you'd made yourself into a recluse. 

At some point, Steve had started hanging around the tower too. It seemed the Captain had just as little interest in becoming some journalist's big break as you did, and with his new connections at S.H.I.E.L.D., your home had become a nice distraction from the outside world. 

At first, you had avoided him at all cost. He was busy, always making notes in this little book he carried around, or sitting at one of the computers. There was this look of pure concentration that always seemed to sit on his face, and you couldn't quite bring yourself to break him out of it.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks in that he finally noticed the way you watched him, his eyes darting up from his work to catch you hovering in the doorway of the kitchen, mug in hand. 

"Hey," he uttered, offering you a small smile. 

You hesitated for a moment. You had never intended to get caught, and now that you had been you were a little lost. "Hi."