Steve Rogers Imagines

Transformed

A/N: I was planning on following on from Infinity was straight away with Endgame, but then I wrote this, so you're gonna have to wait...... 

I woke up to the feeling of someone running their hand up and down my arm. I smile to myself and roll over, "morning" I murmur snuggling my head into steve's chest. "morning" he smiles gently moving hair from my face "I have the day off so what do you wanna do today" he asks. I reach up putting a finger to his lips "shush, sleep is what I wanna do" I say eyes still closed making him chuckle. "all day?" steve asks gently kissing my hand before running his hand through my hair and down my cheek. "mhum" I mumble nodding my head slightly, "well sounds like fun, but I'm gonna go have a run then" steve says and I feel him slowly get out of bed. "nope, you stay" I say grabbing hold of his wrist and trying desperately to pull him back in, "you said you wanted to sleep all day, you didn't tell me what you wanted me to do" steve points out smirking. I open one eye and frown over to him "you should have got what I meant with context" I tell him, "nope should have been clearer" he smirks taking another step away "steve" I whine pouting as I try to pull him back down onto the bed. "I'm gonna go make breakfast" he continues walking away, I grab hold of his wrist with my other hand and use all my body weight to try and stop him. "nope, you aren't going" I grumble as my efforts fail and I am literally dragged out of bed. Steve looks down at me on the floor, hands on his hips trying to hold back a laugh. "watcha doing down there" he smirks, I scowl up at him "you know exactly" I tell him. "you gonna get up now?" he asks with a chuckle, I look up at him and then over to the bed "nope" I say grabbing the duvet and pulling it down onto me forming essentially a duvet mountain on top of me. I can hear steve chuckle, and he pulls the duvet aside slightly so he could see my face. "did you mean for that to happen?" he asks laughing, "yes, of course" I lie, I'd been going for a burrito but a mountain would do. "sure, now come on" he says pulling the duvet off of me and grabbing me and holding me over his shoulder. "steve" I whine suddenly feeling the cold, he sets me down in the kitchen "what do you want for breakfast" he asks resting his hands on my waist. I think for a moment and smirk to myself "I want pancakes, or is that too complex for your cooking skills" I smirk up at him. He raises a brow at me before smirking himself "can I counter that offer with toast?" he asks making me laugh. "well I want pancakes, but I'm too cold to do that, so I guess I'm going back to bed" I tell him going to move past him back to our bedroom. He puts his arm out to stop me, "wait a second" he says heading out of the kitchen. I lean up against the side and look out of the window as I wait for him to return. I then feel something fabric being thrown and landing on my head, "ugh what" I ask confused, glaring slightly at steve as I pull whatever he'd thrown at me off my head. I look down to see he'd thrown my favourite hoodie of his, I fight back a smile as I put it on taking in the warm feeling it always gave me. "you happy now?" steve asks knowingly, "maybe" I say holding back a smile, "happy enough to make us pancakes?" he asks me taking a step closer. I shake my head "nope not that happy" I smirk up at him, he raises a brow at me "what will make you happy enough to make us pancakes?" he asks moving to stand right in front of me. I shrug my shoulders looking up at him through my lashes, "I dunno, surprise me" I smirk biting my lips slightly. Steve clears his throat and nods slightly looking up for a moment in thought. "I have an idea, not sure if you'll like it though" he smirks, "try me" I tell him. He bites his lips slightly, placing his hands on my shoulders before running them down my back. He then moves my arms so they were around his neck and lifts me up wrapping my legs around his waist. He set me down on the kitchen counter and roughly presses his lips to mine, pulling me closer so there was barely any space between us. I sigh into the kiss as I run my hand up into his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. He begins to pepper my jawline and neck with kisses, making me tilt my neck barely holding back a moan. I place my hands on his chest pushing him away slightly resting my forehead against his, "how about I make us some pancakes, before you get too carried away" I smirk. he chuckles slightly before kissing me once more, "as long as I get to cash in this raincheck later" he smirks, "oh definitely, don't you worry about that" I smirk kissing him briefly before hopping down to make breakfast.