Before You Go (Avengers x Reader)

Steve - when you go on holiday

The hotel, as your boyfriend, Paul, had been happy to tell you, is one of the most luxurious hotels in the whole of San Francisco. Your room is huge, and it doesn't look like a hotel room at all ... more like a guest suite in an Italian palace. The bed is king-sized with pure white, Egyptian cotton sheets. You have your own desk, a thirty-six-inch TV with DVD, a sprawling leather sofa and, on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows is your own private terrace. And the bathroom! As well as the power shower, there is a bath big enough for a football team, and a Jacuzzi. Everything in marble and handcrafted tiles. The millionaire suite. You shudder to think how much it costs a night.
"You like?" Paul asks with a huge grin as he hauls your suitcases into the room.
"I love." You reply, jumping into his arms and smashing your lips together. "I don't deserve this."
He scoffs. "(Y/N/N), you defiantly deserve this. If I had to spend five days a week with fifth graders I would be grey."
"Hey." You pout. "The kids aren't that bad. It's the parents."
"I've seen their handwriting. It is like little ants have stepped in ink and walked all over the page."
You push his chest playfully as you move towards the mini bar. You grab a can of lemonade and take a large drink.
"So, can we go for food?" You question, as you start to unpack your suitcase.
Paul grins. "Sure. Then we can visit the bars!"
You roll your eyes as you start to get changed into a short summer dress.

The cocktail is a multitude of oranges and reds, mixing with each other as Paul places the tall glass on the bar table. You are sat in a bar along the beach, watching the sunset over San Francisco. Its so beautiful, the city speaks to you on so many volumes.
"Damn, that's strong." Paul suddenly exclaims as he takes a sip of his caramel coloured drink.
Laughing, you take out your phone and snap a couple of pictures. You upload them to Facebook and turn your attention back to Paul.

2 new notifications.
-Steve Rogers liked your post.
-Steve Rogers commented on your post.

This peaks your interest and as soon as Paul leaves to go to the bar you check your post.

Steve Rogers
You look amazing, (Y/N). Paul is one lucky guy.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N)
Thank you, Steve. We need to catch up sometime.

Once you have replied, you put your phone back on the table. Paul slides onto his stool and grins.
"You ok?" He asks.
You nod, chewing on the straw in your drink.
"You should meet Steve Rogers, you'd like him."
Paul raises an eyebrow. "Steve Rogers? As in Captain America? As in the Avenger?"
"Yes ... wait are you fangirling?"
Paul blushes. "How do you know him?"
"I puked on his shoes when I was hungover."
Paul's eyes go wide.
"You threw up on his shoes!" He exclaims.
You put a finger to your lips and shush him.
"I was jogging. That's enough to make anyone puke!"
Paul just rolls his eyes. Biting your lip, you turn and watch the sea, losing yourself in the rhythmic percussion of waves on sand. Your eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. Your lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that you are enjoying your thoughts. Paul moves closer so that you feel his presence, yet stays quiet, allowing you to stay lost in the moment a while longer.