MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Sam Wilson X Reader - Shoop

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Shoop' by Salt-N-Pepa. It's pretty short, because I just liked the idea of Drunk!Reader appreciating Sam from a distance and being all flirty, and had no other plot in mind when I started writing. Oops. I hope you all enjoy it.

Tony's parties were always a good excuse to drink a little bit too much and cut loose with friends. You would always end up tipsy, and when you got tipsy, you got flirty. It was well known amongst the team that your filter tended to slip away when you had alcohol in your system, and tonight was no different. 

You were lounging against Nat's side, your eyes running over the crowd as she kept conversation with Tony. He was telling some story about a mission gone awry, and you couldn't quite bring yourself to be interesting in anything he was saying.

It wasn't until you spotted Sam and Steve in the crowd that you perked up slightly, catching Nat's attention as you slapped at her leg with your hand. "Oh, my goodness," you bit out, releasing a soft sigh. "Look at him," you whined, hearing her let out a snort of laughter beside you as she apologised to Tony for the interruption. "Come on," you started again, catching her attention fully. "He's so pretty-"

Nat released a small chuckle. "You're drunk," she told you, watching as your expression hardened slightly. 

"Hardly," you bit out, shaking your head until your smile returned. "It's not my fault. He's just so damn hot."

"And he's coming right this way," Nat told you, nodding in their direction. Your head shot up to find them approaching, and you felt your heart stutter slightly. 

"Ladies," Steve started, as they settled into the seats across from you. 

Your eyes fixed immediately on Sam, a bright smile on your lips. "How you doin' baby?" you uttered, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you let your eyes wander over his broad chest.

Sam laughed, a sound that came from his stomach as a smirk pulled at his lips. It was as though he knew exactly what he did to you. "I'm doing good, Princess. How're you?" He stretched as he spoke, his arms resting along the back of the couch, and you felt your stomach flip at the sight. 

"She's drunk," Nat intervened, shaking her head at the interaction. 

"Nuh-uh," you hummed, shifting away from her as you sat up a little straighter in your seat. "I'm just a little tipsy."

When you returned your attention to him, Sam was holding back a chuckle.

"She knocked over a full drink at the bar, and the bartended cut her off," Nat corrected, and you finally sighed. 

Your brows were furrowed in concentration as you shook your head, a little too wildly. "I'm just clumsy."

"What are you drinking now?" Sam hummed, sitting forward in his seat, his attention focused on you as you frowned. 

"Water," you grumbled. 

"We should get you some food-"

You suddenly perked up at his comment, a wide smile painting your features. A small gaps slipped out of you. "Food," you repeated. "Food sounds so good right now."

Sam's lips twitched slightly. "Come on," he started again, getting to his feet and holding out a hand for you. "Lets go." You placed your hand into his, watching as his thumb shifted to brush over your wedding ring. 

"What are you going to make me, Handsome?" you hummed as he steered you away towards the door, one hand resting on your hip to steady you. 

"I was actually thinking of ordering something, so we can get that make up off before it gets here." 

You paused for a moment, pulling him back to you as you leant up to press your lips to his. "You're so good to me, Mr Wilson," you mumbled, grinning up at him. 

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. "Yeah, I'm pretty great, aren't I?" A small pout pulled at your lips at him comment, causing another bubble of laughter to escape him. "You just want me to call you Mrs Wilson, don't you?"

"Well, that is my name, baby," you murmured as he pulled out of your embrace, moving you towards the exit again. 

"Come on, Mrs Wilson, you little drunkard-" he started, chuckling when you let out a yelp of protest. "Lets get you out of here, Princess." 

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