A/N - This imagine is based on the song 'All I Do Is Win' by Dj Khaled ft. Ludacris, T-Pain, Rick Ross, and Snoop Dogg. I hope you all like it.
"I don't understand what you're so unsure of," you uttered, shaking your head as Steve continued to pace at the front of the room. He'd been doing this for a good ten minutes already, pausing every couple of seconds to glance back at the map that he'd pinned up on the wall. You, and most of the other Avengers, had grown bored within the first two minutes of his pacing and thinking ritual, leaving you restless as you watched him. "We all know that the plan is fine as it is. Why bother changing it?"
Steve sighed, pausing to glance over at you, face pinched as he frowned in your direction. "Because fine isn't good enough."
"Come on, we've never had an issue with putting a subpar plan in action before," you told him, a short chuckled escaping you. "They always go fine in the end, anyway," you added, and his face suddenly fell.
The room went silent as Steve continued to stare at you. "Don't be cocky, Y/N, it doesn't suit you."
You snorted slightly, shaking your head. "It's not cocky if it's true," you murmured, shifting back in your seat with a smile. "I've never failed a mission," you added softly. "My record's clean; I have reason to be confident."
"You're acting like a child," Steve stated, causing you to chuckle again.
"And you're acting like you're scared of a little bit of action. Come on, Steve. The plan is sound, and if it goes wrong we can sort it as we go." The silence of the room was broken by Steve's palm meeting the table, the sound echoing off of the walls as you raised an eyebrow at him. "Now who's behaving like a child?" you scoffed, watching as he glared at you.
"If the plan goes wrong people could die," he practically growled at you, teeth bared as you continued to smile.
"Then come up with a better plan before dragging us into a stuffy, little board room to brief us. I have better things to do on a Sunday than sitting here watching you wear a hole in the carpet." You were on your feet an instant later. "Give me a call when you're actually ready to pitch us an idea," you told him, pausing for a moment when you saw the hurt expression come to his face, and then making a hasty exit from the room.
You heard the door click shut behind you, and as you reached the elevator, paused, releasing a deep sigh. In all honesty, you felt bad for snapping at Steve, he had never been anything but nice to you. But you only got a couple of days free these days, and you'd had plans to go and visit your family for months before he'd decided to call you all into a useless mission. And now, you'd already missed the chance to see your loved ones. You were pissed off, and who could blame you?
The door swung open again, clicking shut as footsteps approached you. Steve remained silent as he stopped behind you, waiting for you to turn to look at him. But you stayed still, unwilling to give in so easily. "You have to be in that meeting," he finally started, but you kept your eyes fixed on the growing number on the elevator, willing it to go a little bit faster.
"I'm not coming back," you answered simply, shaking your head. "Not today." The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open, and you quickly stepped inside, turning to look at him with a frown as you pressed the button for the ground floor.
"It's your job," he stated. It was so simple for him. This place was his home. These people were his family. He could work 24/7 and have his social life built in. But you weren't like him.
You sighed, shaking your head slightly. "It's my day off, Steve," you answered, watching as the doors began to close, his hand reaching out to stop it.
He was frowning now, and he quickly stepped forward to join you in the elevator. "What were you supposed to be doing?"
"Going to my parent's house," you shrugged slightly, biting down on the inside of your lips. "Mum was having the family over. I had to call first thing this morning and cancel." You paused for a moment, clearing your throat and attempting to force away the lump that had formed in your throat. "I don't even know why I bothered storming off," you told him softly, glancing over at him for a moment. "It isn't like I'll get there in time, anyway."
There was a moment of silence, and the elevator chimed again, sliding open to reveal the lobby. "I'm really sorry," Steve uttered, hand coming up to run over his chin. "I didn't realise," he added.
"It doesn't matter," you uttered, shaking your head. "Can't do anything about it now."
Steve gave you the saddest look he had ever seen, his brow furrowed and his lips set in a deep frown. "It does matter," he started. "Your family's important to you, right?" You nodded slightly, and he watched as you reached out to click the elevator button again, ready to head back to the meeting room. "Go to your room. Call your mum. Sort out some more dates for you to go over; I'll make sure you get them off."
Your voice caught in your throat for a moment, watching as Steve leant across you to press the number for your floor. "Thanks," you finally murmured, giving him a small smile.
He nodded slightly, a smile pulling at his lips. "You're a good kid, Y/N. I don't want to steal you away from your family."
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