Marvel Imagines

Steve- Bet

"I don't know what's worse," Tony says abruptly, startling you from scribbling down the next missions information. You raise an eyebrow for him to continue. "Steve's face when you walk by without saying hello, or Steve's face when you ignore him,"

You sigh in exasperation. "Tony, stop doing that,"

He gives you an innocent look. "Stop doing what? Being my helpful, good looking self?"

"Tony," You groan, setting down the pad and paper to give your brother a hard look. "just because Steve remembers my name, doesn't mean he likes me,"

"You sure about that?"

You roll your eyes. "I'm willing to bet that Captain America doesn't like me, your little sister."

The corners of his mouth curve. "What are you saying, (Y/n)?"

"If he says no when I ask him out, the you're going to let me paint one of your suits however I want," You say.

Tony snorts, but his eyes narrow. "You wouldn't,"

You smirk. "Oh, but I would."

"But if he says yes?"

"Then I will..." You trail off, taking a moment to think.

"Be my maid for a month," He finishes, slapping a hand onto the desk in front of him. "this is going to be awesome."
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You send a glare the security camera in the corner of the room, knowing that Tony is watching.

Why had you made this bet in the first place? What were you thinking?

Letting out a breath, you shake out your hands and walk into the living room where Steve's watching re-runs of 'I Love Lucy'.

"Hey," You say, plopping down next to him.

He smiles. "Hey, (Y/n)."

Just ask, get straight to the point, you chant in your head.

"Want to go on a date?" You ask suddenly, turning to see his reaction.

You have never seen Steve's face so red. "U-Um, wait-what?"

"Want to go on a date?"

He blinks. "With you?"

You smirk inwardly.

Sorry, Tony, looks like you're going to be flying around in a glittery pink suit for a while-

"Sure,"

Your eyes widen. "What?"

He smiles shyly. "I'd love to go out on a date with you,"

You could almost hear Tony cackling in his room.

"O-oh, okay," You mumble, giving him an awkward pat on the head before you bounce off the couch and rush out of the room with your head down.

Steve watches as you exit the room. Once he's sure you're a safe distance away, he lets out the laugh he had been holding in.

"Thanks, Tony," He says, giving the security camera a salute.

Their plan had worked perfectly.