A.N. So I'm doing a one shot collection since I've noticed a lack or Avengers character x reader fanfics. I'll be taking requests, but I'll also be writing my own. So, without further ado, ENJOY!
Coffee Shop Singers
Steve x Reader
You were setting up your stand at the coffee shop across from Avengers' Tower. Every Friday morning this would be how you'd pass the lengthy hours as strangers who'd be barely awake would order their coffee and placed meager tips into your guitar case. Of course, this wasn't only occupation you held. You were an agent of SHIELD and stayed in the Tower on occasion, but this was a nice way to escape the hectic and technological world you resided in.
Though you never told anyone of your side-job, you noticed a certain super soldier who'd stop by the shop every Friday morning. At first you were frightened, but you sobered up to him, as long as he never told anybody. When he asked why, you'd replied by saying it was "a need to know thing and they didn't need to know."
The good captain kept his promise and you kept singing. As you set up and tuned your guitar, you muttered the lyrics under your breath to make you wouldn't forget. This week, you picked a song that symbolized your relationship with Clint, your brother, and Natasha.
You see, you, her, and Clint were on special mission for SHIELD a few months ago and everything that could go wrong, did. Your covers were blown, the Swiss mafia was after you (Who knew the Swiss had a mafia?!) and on top of that, all of you were broke so you couldn't pay the hotel bill! You laughed softly as you set up the microphone and the stool.
You sat down and scanned the audience and found your favorite customer. You smiled warmly and tapped the microphone, signaling everyone you were about to begin.
"So, this song kind of symbolizes a couple friends of mine. The song's called "Takin' Pill" by The Pistol Annies.
She's on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take, Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky,
She's likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache,
She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view,
If you're gonna have one might as well have two
Although she ain't gonna smile 'til she lights up her Lucky,
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Baby what you're lookin' at is what you get
You looked over at Steve who just smiled and raised his towards you as a toast.
We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band She's a rootin' tootin' pistol from the lone-star state
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills
She's mixes up a double at the break of everyday
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
'Til some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
You jabbed your thumb towards yourself, indicating that that part was about you. Something to which made Steve almost lose it. We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band Well we ain't ashamed of who we are We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills
We like fast men and cheap guitars
Ain't trying to get rich just trying to get by
By playing for tips on a Saturday night
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills
When you finished that last note, the whole place erupted with applause. You blushed, surprised at the sudden appreciation. You made eye contact with Steve and you sent a sly wink his way. You thanked everyone as they stuffed your jar with dollar bills and spare change. Steve walked over to you and stuffed a ten dollar bill in your jar.
"That was great, (Y/N). You truly have an amazing voice."
A light blush dusted your cheeks as you tucked a piece of (h/c) behind your ear. Just as you were about to kiss his cheek, you saw a certain billionaire and his ragtag group of friends. You raised an eyebrow as your gaze shifted between Steve and the group. You smiled as they ran up to you, seeing that they noticed you.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I tried to keep it a secret, but I felt that they would want to hear this." Steve apologized.
You laughed and waved it off, "It's alright, Steve. I guess it was time for me to face the music."
Everyone chuckled at your lame pun, including you. Natasha and Clint waltzed up to you and gave you a hug.
"So which one of us smokes and takes pills?" Nat asked.
You shrugged, "I honestly have no idea. All I know is that I'm the drinker…most of the time."
Tony looked at you confusedly, you gestured to the Tower, "I'll tell the story in there."
Tony seemed to understand and they all filed out of the coffee shop, with you and Steve bringing up the rear since you had to grab your guitar and tip jar. He carried the guitar case with one hand and had the other arm placed around your shoulders.
"I meant it, you know." He whispered in your ear.
You quirked an eyebrow, "What?"
"When I told you that you sang well. I meant it."
You chuckled nervously, this totally wasn't helping the fact you had a crush on him, "Thanks, Cap, I really appreciate it."
He kissed your cheek which caused your face to reach 'Tomato Status' red. The two of you walked in the lobby and silently rode the elevator up to the 12th floor where the other Avengers were. When y'all walked out, Tony didn't hesitate to ask.
"So what's the story, Black Bird?"
You rolled your eyes, you hated that Tony called you your SHIELD codename, "Get me a scotch and I will."
Steve looked at you, shocked with your demand, "But it's the morning."
You smirked back at Captain America, "And if I have to suffer through telling a story while Tony keeps calling me random song bird names, I'll need it."
Everyone gathered in the living room; Natasha using Clint's lap as a pillow, Bruce lounging on one of the comfy black chairs, Tony at the bar, and you cozied up to Steve on the loveseat. After you received your scotch, you began to tell your story.
"So we were in the Czech Republic, chasing down an operative from the Red Room. We finally found him in a bar, but we needed bait to get him to give us the information then kill him. Nat was out since he probably knew her and Clint couldn't do it because it'd be that much harder for him to gain his trust and we were on a time crunch." You paused to take a sip of the amber liquid, "So that left only me to get him, pardon the expression, drunk off his ass."
"I still remember how much you hated that short, (f/c) dress you had to wear." Nat piped up.
"It's not that I didn't like the dress, it was very fitting." You said flirtatiously, hoping that Steve would be painting a picture in his mind, "It was the damn six inch heels you made me wear."
Nat waved me off, "They made you look cute, which helped the overall mission."
"They also made it hard for me to walk and fight off the bastard." You quipped.
Nat rolled her eyes and allowed me to continue.
"Anyway," I continued, "I spent the next hour in the bar conversing with said target and taking shots and drinking what he bought me, after I'd check it for poison. Somehow I managed to stay sober enough to record what he was saying and kill him in a back alley when he tried to make sexual advances on you."
"I'm still proud of you for that, baby bird!" Clint called over to you.
You rolled your eyes and looked up to Steve, who looked calm, but extremely angry. You placed your empty hand onto his chest.
"I'm alright, Steve." You comforted, "I killed the guy before he got too far."
He seemed to calm down a little after that. You continued to sip your drink as if nothing happened. After that, it turned into story time for the Avengers as everyone, minus Thor, began to swap stories.
Then Tony took it to another level, "Allow me to tell you all of when I heard our little sparrow sleep talking."
You nearly spewed your drink, your (e/c) eyes narrowing at the pompous billionaire, "You wouldn't dare, Stark."
He smirked, "Oh, I just might."
"Tony…" You said in a warning tone. "You might want to rethink embarrassing the only girl who has the key to your bar."
He slammed his mouth shut and you smiled triumphantly, leaning back into Steve's chest. Suddenly, your phone went off and we left to the balcony to answer it. When you came back, Natasha, Clint, and Tony were laughing their heads off, Bruce was shaking his head, and Steve was bright red and wouldn't meet your gaze.
You froze in your spot, "Tony…" You threatened, "You didn't."
He just nodded and said, "Oh, yes I did."
Instead of storming out of there like you wanted, you just grabbed your glass and refilled the drink. Clint ushered the others out, minus Steve, knowing that this is what you did when you were angry.
You took deep, even breaths as you sipped your scotch meticulously.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." You heard Steve say.
"It's not your fault, Steve." You assured him, "Guess it was time to face the music." You said, using the same words from that morning.
Steve chuckled at the pun, "Well, I must say I'm happy I don't have to face it alone."
You whipped around to face him, "I'm sorry, but what?"
He didn't say anything and he tucked a piece of (h/c) behind your ear and gazed into your (e/c) orbs as if they held the secret to life. He leaned forward and your breath hitched. Your brain went on overdrive as you tried to comprehend his actions until his soft, lightly chapped lips covered your glossed ones. Your eyes widened like saucers, but then fluttered shut as your kissed back.
He pulled away, much to your disappointment, and blushed like a school boy. You grinned, though you probably weren't much better.
"Why do I have a feeling that you'll be showing up to see me perform more often?" You asked jokingly as you turned around to grab your scotch.
But Cap was quicker when he wrapped one arm around your waist and picked you up with ease, and grabbed, and drank, the rest of your nearly empty scotch. You pouted as you tried, and failed, to get out of his grip. When he set you down, you glared at him playfully.
"That was my scotch."
He smirked, "And I drank it."
"I'm going to get you for that." You stated matter-of-factly.
"You'll have to catch me first."
And with that, he took off running with you hot on his heels.
A.N. The End! What did y'all think? Please leave all comments in the review boxes Also, I'm hosting a contest to see who can write what (Y/N) was talking about in their sleep. Please send in all entries by Inbox. Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
