MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Steve Rogers X Reader - Get Ugly

A/N - Sorry that I've been MIA at the moment, I've been a little busy building a base on the Stranger Things book, and I was finding myself with a bit of MCU creative block. I promise I'm getting back into the MCU again and will be posting a little more regularly soon. This chapter is sort of inspired by the song Get Ugly by Jason Derulo. I hope you all enjoy it.

"God, you stick out like a sore thumb," you groaned into your mic, raising an eyebrow at Steve when he fixed you with a glare from the other side of the room. A glare that passed over the head of a good couple of hundred dancing bodies, all swaying in time to the music. "You're so stiff. You look like a shit undercover cop," you added, snorting when you could basically see him roll his eyes from the other side. 

"I don't exactly see you dancing along, Sweetheart," he uttered back, drawing a soft smile onto your lips. 

Your tongue ran over your bottom lip. "I don't need to dance to fit in. All I have to do is give a couple of guys my bedroom eyes and play with my hair a little and I blend in with every other woman at the bar."

"Bedroom eyes?" 

"Oh, come on Stevie. Don't be dense," you murmured, shaking your head. "Like, flirty eyes, you know?" When he still didn't respond, you sighed. "The super dreamy, heavy-lidded look a woman gives you when she wants you to fuck the shit out of her."

"Jesus," he breathed out. "And you're doing that to random men?" 

You let out a soft chuckle. "Only a couple," you uttered, your eyes drifting back to him on the other side of the room. "Why? You jealous?" 

"No," he told you. "Just seems a little mean; a pretty girl like you leading a guy on like that just to blend in with the other pretty girls at the bar."

You let out a faux-gasp. "You think I'm pretty, Stevie?" 

"Can you guys quit flirting and focus on the mission for once?" 

"I wasn't flirting," Steve bit back.

A snort of laughter slipped out of you. "Quit being such a spoil-sport, Sam," you chuckled, lifting your drink to take a tentative sip. "God, they really water down their vodka here. Why would anyone come to this place by choice?" 

"Because the owner runs one of the biggest gangs on the east side and most of these people are too far in his pocket to stop showing up. I doubt they care about the quality of the vodka; not that you should even be drinking the vodka whilst we're working, anyway."

"Lighten up; it's one drink, Stevie. And I'd look ridiculous standing at the bar with a glass of water, wouldn't I?"

He groaned on the other end of the coms, drawing another snort of laughter out of you. 

"What's so funny, Sweetheart?" 

Your head quickly turned back to the bar, finding a man sitting beside you. "Just thinking about this joke someone told me the other day," you hummed, putting on your brightest smile. 

"Must've been a good one."

You shook your head. "Not really; he just tells it well," you chuckled. "He could read you the weather and have you laughing so hard you pee your pants," you pressed on. 

"This funny guy; is he your boyfriend?"

"Nope," you uttered. 

"Then he wouldn't mind me asking if you'd like to join me in the VIP area, would he?" 

You bit your lip, smiling up at him. "I don't think he'd mind at all."

"Y/N, this isn't part of the plan." God, Steve's voice in your ear was so firm that you almost flinched.