1- Sushi
Steve came into the kitchen at Avenger's tower and almost ran into Wolverine.
"Logan." He frowned. "I didn't know we had a joint training session with the X-Men today." Looking around he wondered if any of the other X-men were here. It seemed unlikely that they'd come without her telling him first. Wolverine seemed to know what he was thinking because he let out a low growl.
"No we don't." Clint was sitting on the counter, grinning from ear to ear. "Wolvie's making sushi."
Steve frowned. "Sushi?" Logan grunted.
"Something I learned in my time in Japan." He muttered. "Never had it, Cap?"
Steve winced and shook his head. Clint's eyes widened. Steve braced himself for the obligatory slight on his lack of knowledge. "You've never had-"
"Of course he hasn't." Another voice cut him off. Steve turned and smiled gratefully as Ororo came in. She put her hand on his shoulder as she passed, the touch warming him. "Sushi is Japanese, I don't see it being very popular during WW2. Not to mention that the ingredients would have been dangerous to eat during the Depression." She turned, leaning against the counter. Steve gave her a nod. Ororo never mocked him or made him feel embarrassed for not knowing something.
"I didn't realize you'd be here today, Ms. Munroe." He tugged on the edge of his shirt, standing at attention. Wolverine and Clint shared a look.
"Ororo." She corrected.
"Ororo." He agreed, nervous at being so informal with her in front of witnesses. She seemed amused.
"I came here to supervise." She motioned to Wolverine, who grunted.
"Oh." Steve said, feeling slightly disappointed that it wasn't to see him. She gave him a smile.
"Though I cannot deny the appeal of a chance encounter with you."
Clint snorted. "Chance?" He shook his head. "Cap doesn't leave the tower. He's got about as much of a life as your average Nonagenarian. Actually-"
A wind knocked him off the counter. Ororo smirked as he gaped at her from where he was sprawled on the ground. Wolverine was watching their interaction, his eyes narrowed. Steve decided to turn the conversation towards a less dangerous topic.
"What is sushi?" He asked, knowing she could explain without making him feel stupid.
"Raw fish." Ororo said. "Usually wrapped in rice and seaweed." She chuckled at the look of horror that must be on his face. "It won't kill you."
"I'm not sure..." He glanced at the ingredients Wolverine was laying out. The pink of the fish and the deep green of the seaweed was taunting him. He knew the serum made it impossible to have salmonella, but the idea made him nervous. Memories of childhood illnesses and nausea made him move away from the table. His stomach heaved and he fought to keep his expression neutral. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, feeling Ororo's eyes on his back.
He was in the gym, punching a bag when she walked in, a plate in hand.
"Try it." She said, brandishing a pair of chopsticks.
He shook his head.
"Steven." She chided. "You never know if you don't try."
He stopped, leaning against the bag to steady it. Ororo arched an eyebrow. "We had to boil everything." He said finally. "It was the only way to make sure we wouldn't...get sick." He looked down at the plate. The neat little circles of fish, rice and seaweed stared up at him. Ororo waited. "That could have killed me."
She looked down at the plate before delicately picking up a piece of sushi. Dipping it in the sauce in the bowl at the edge of plate, she lifted the chopsticks to her mouth. Steve watched, mesmerized as she opened her lips, bringing the food inside. He'd never noticed how red her lips were. His grip on the bag slipped and he stumbled. Ororo chewed, raising her eyes thoughtfully to the ceiling. Swallowing, she tilted her head.
"Well, I'm not dead." She said. "So if a mere human like me can handle it, then I am certain a super soldier like you will survive."
Steve shook his head. "No one would ever call you a mere human." He muttered. "Okay." He held out his hand. Ororo handed him the chopsticks. He fumbled a bit, unable to pick up a piece. Finally he gave up and stabbed the center. Ororo bit back a laugh. He gave her a disgruntled look before dunking the sushi in the sauce. Lifting it, he took a deep breath before putting it in his mouth. Ororo watched as he chewed.
It was salty, chewy and...he had to admit, not unpleasant. The fish was cool and the rice helped balance the overall sea taste. The sauce was tangy and tickled his tongue slightly. He swallowed, meeting Ororo's eyes.
"Still breathing?" She asked. He nodded.
"It's...actually pretty good." He admitted, flushing slightly when she turned her smile on him. It was warm, reminding him of summer days.
"Trying new things can be fun." she said, turning and walking towards the door of the gym. "Like maybe asking me to dinner. For around 8 tonight?" She paused.
Steve's mouth went dry as he fumbled with the boxer's tape on his hands. She was waiting for an answer. He couldn't believe that a goddess like her would ever be interested in a Brooklyn boy like him. "Would..." He said, completely unsure how to even proceed. She grinned.
"I'll meet you in the common room at 8."
2- Show me...what it feels like to fly
It's not that he hadn't flown before; Often times, he'd jump out of buildings or vehicles and Thor or Tony would catch him, but that was more him dangling helplessly while being dragged through the air.
Ororo made it seem so simple, easy, freeing even. When Thor or Tony took off, it was loud, violent. It was accompanied by the swinging of a hammer or thrusters being turned on. But when Ororo took to the skies, she gathered the essence of the air around her, letting it buoy her up. She moved with the winds, letting them carry her as she dictated where they took her.
He wondered what it must be like. Often, he'd find himself in awe of her, watching as she floated, her face an expression of blissful peace. He wanted to know how it felt.
They were walking next to the lake on the institute grounds. It was a beautiful day, but the students were all inside, studying for exams. Ororo, was leaning against his side, her head on his shoulder. There was stillness when she was around.
"Show me." She arched an eyebrow. "What it feels like to fly."
Ororo let go of his arm and took a few steps away from him, holding up her hands. "Are you sure?" She asked. He nodded. She put her head back, her palms up to the sky. Steve felt himself be lifted. Looking down, squirming at the unfamiliar feeling, shutting his eyes.
"Relax." Ororo's voice was a sigh on the wind. Her hand slid into his and he let her pull him closer. "I will not drop you."
"Never thought you would, angel." He gripped her hand a bit tighter as she lifted him higher. "But you can't blame a guy for being nervous when his feet are off the ground." He gripped her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"Steven." She whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead, "open your eyes."
He swallowed.
"Trust me." She held him. His eyes fluttered open and gasped. She was in front of him, her hair whipping in the winds that held them afloat. Her eyes glowed, white as she titled her head back, the sun gleaming off her skin. He'd been raised Catholic, and though he'd fought by Thor's side, he'd never once thought him godlike, but Ororo. She made him question everything he'd been taught. He could understand why people worshiped her; were it not for the winds keeping him up, he'd fall to his knees in front of her.
Ororo smiled, framing his face with her hands. Pulling him close, she brushed her lips against his. Warm, soft. He gasped. "How is it?" She asked.
"Huh?" Her body was so warm against him, so close.
"Flying." She said.
"It's..." He couldn't find the words. He couldn't breathe.
She laughed, the sound coming around them and mingling with the wind that carried them. He kissed her again, his lips molded against hers as she turned them slowly in the air. She was less tentative this time, engulfing him, overwhelming his senses. She was the warm weight against his chest, the solid being, he held in his arms and yet, she was all around him. Steve clung to her, overwhelmed, drowning in midair. She broke the kiss and he stumbled. He hadn't realized she'd brought them back down to the ground. He wobbled, momentarily unsteady. She braced him, winding her arms over his neck around his shoulders. The glowing in her eyes fading as the winds around them stilled.
"So what did you think, Captain Rogers?" She whispered, her eyes sparkling.
"I wouldn't mind trying it again." He admitted.
3- It's one of the reasons I love you
It hadn't started off as a double date. He'd brought her to a fancy restaurant, intent on treating her to the best service in the city. He'd worn a fancy suit and she...she was always beautiful, but that night she glowed. All around her seemed dull in comparison.
She walked with him to their table, talking about her students. She was teaching ethics that semester. Logan had apparently interrupted that morning. "Sometimes I swear he needs more of a lesson in ethics than the students."
He pulled out her chair. She shook her head, sitting delicately.
"Steven."
"My ma would have a fit if I didn't treat a lady correct, Angel." He leaned in to whisper, pushing her chair in. She hummed. "Well then, who am I to make you disappoint Mrs. Rogers?" She picked up the wine list. "How's life at the Tower?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm honestly looking for a place of my own." He admitted. "Somewhere I don't have to worry about constant explosions or evil robots."
Ororo shook her head. "I know the feeling. I adore my students, but the idea of some peace and quiet is tempting."
"Ororo?" A voice called out. "Is that you?"
A woman with dark curly hair in an afro wearing a deep red velvet dress was standing by the host's table at the entrance. Ororo grinned and waved.
"Misty." The woman walked over. Ororo stood, greeting the other woman warmly. "How are you? I haven't seen you since..."
"Since you helped us up in Harlem against Miranda." Misty motioned behind her. "Luke, look. Ro's here." She looked over at Steve. He stood, smiling at her.
"Ma'am." He said, holding out his hand. "Steve Rogers."
"I know." Misty said, Ororo playfully pushed her shoulder. "I just didn't believe." She looked over at Ororo and whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "Captain America?"
Ororo rolled her eyes, looking over at the man who was walking up to them. Steve recognized him as Luke Cage. He'd heard of the Defender, but hadn't met him before. Behind Luke, the host followed. Ororo smiled at Luke. "Your girlfriend is being rude." She said.
"What else is new." Luke pulled Ororo into a hug. "How you been, Ro?"
"Oh you know." She shrugged. "The usual."
"Being worshiped as a goddess." Misty said, rolling her eyes. "Normal stuff."
Luke held out his hand. "Luke Cage. It's an honor to meet you, Captain Rogers."
"Likewise, Mr. Cage." Steve said. "Ororo's told me a lot about you." He looked back at Misty. "You as well, detective Knight."
Misty gave him an appraising look. "Well she hasn't mentioned any details about you."
Steve glanced Ororo, arching an eyebrow. Why hadn't she mentioned him to her friends? She rolled her eyes. "The details she wanted were ones I think you would want to keep private." She said, moving back to her seat.
The host cleared his throat fidgeting as the group turned their attention to him.
"Ms. Knight." He said, his voice low. "I believe there's been a mix up with your table."
Steve didn't know how to explain it, but Misty, Ororo, and Luke all got the same expression on their faces. It was almost as though they all knew a secret that he wasn't privy to.
"A mix up?" Luke said slowly.
"Yes." The host took a step back, "You see, it appears we've over booked and..." He trailed off, looking nervously at the three of them. Ororo seemed weary, Luke's face had closed off and Misty...Misty looked angry. Steve glanced around the restaurant; there were plenty of empty tables, surely they couldn't be that booked that Misty and Luke couldn't be accommodated. He looked back, ready to protest when Ororo met his eyes and shook her head.
"It's not for lack of space." She said.
"They just didn't realize." Misty said through gritted teeth. "That we'd be black."
The dizzying sickness Steve felt at the injustice of it was compounded by the fact that none of the others seemed to be surprised; they were used to it. He glared at the host.
The man looked at his shoes, clearly uncomfortable. "Of course that's not the reason." He mumbled, he didn't meet their eyes and his body language was closed as though he were curling into himself to protect himself. He was lying. Steve stepped forward.
"Was there a mix up with the reservations?" He asked, using the tone he saved for giving orders in the field. The man was trembling, but he dejectedly shook his head.
"No, Captain Rogers."
He clenched his fists, ready to demand that they be given a table when Ororo put her hand on his arm. "I think you'll find." She said, her voice under laid with slight rumble that hinted at thunder. The host blanched, moving back. "That you've made a mistake with our reservation as well." She pulled Steve towards the door, Luke and Misty following.
Misty was furious. "That racist asshole is lucky I didn't have my gun."
"Misty." Luke said.
"I wouldn't have done it." She gripped her fists, glaring at the restaurant. "but it makes me feel better thinking about it." She shivered. "I put my ass on the line every day for the people of this city and this..." She waved at the restaurant. "This is the thanks I get."
Luke pulled her against him, putting his chin on top of her head. She protested a bit, but finally let him hold her. "I should be used to it by now." She mumbled. The words cut like a dagger.
"Used to it?" Steve looked over at Ororo. She gave him a sad look.
"The more things appear to change." She murmured. "The more they stay the same." They began to walk down the street. Misty pulled out her phone.
"I'm going to write them a terrible yelp review."
"What's that going to do?" Luke laughed.
"Give me peace of mind." Misty said. "1 star for gross overt racism. Only because 0 doesn't exist and I have to congratulate them on their bravery for pulling that shit in front of Captain America."
Luke looked over at Steve. "Sorry for ruining your night."
"Don't apologize, Luke." Ororo said. "If anything, you saved us from unknowingly eating at a place that would rather I wasn't there."
Steve put his arm around her waist. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed that people were uncomfortable around Ororo, but he'd always hoped that him being with her would help change their minds. He hadn't realized that people were more worried about offending him than they were about questioning their prejudices. Ororo seemed to sense what he was thinking. "You can't hope to change everyone's minds, Steve."
"I can try." He muttered. She smiled.
"How about we find a different place to eat."
"Yeah" Misty agreed. "Somewhere with normal portion sizes."
Luke grinned. "I know just the place." He looked over at Ororo and Steve. "That is if you fancy people don't mind slumming it with us uptown."
Steve looked over at Ororo. "Whaddya say, goddess?" Ororo hummed.
"Your Brooklyn is showing." She looked over at Luke. "Lead the way."
They all ended up jammed at a small table in a Chinese restaurant called Genghis Connie's. The owner was a friend of Luke's and didn't let them order from the menu, instead made them dishes that she saved for special company. All the while chatting about how horrible Luke had been as a tenant, much to Misty and Ororo's amusement. Luke sat quietly, shaking his head, but Steve could tell there was a genuine affection between Connie and him. After haggling over who was the check (Steve won by producing the Avengers credit card Tony had given him), he and Ororo said goodnight to Misty and Luke.
"It's a long way downtown." Ororo said, looking up at the sky. Steve nodded. "And I hate the subway." She continued. Steve shook his head, pulling her against him.
"Hmm, if only someone had powers that could give us another travel option." He chuckled as Ororo's eyes lit up. Tightening her hold around him, he felt the wind pick up around them. Taking off, she flew them over Manhattan. Steve looked down, watching the twinkling lights below him. Ororo let him down on the roof of Avengers Tower. She floated, leaning her head back and let the night air flow around her. Her hair billowed. Steve's mouth went dry as he gazed at her. She seemed so free, so...different from the way she'd been in the restaurant. "What can I do?" The question fell out of his mouth before he could stop it. She looked back at him, her serene demeanor shattered.
"About?" She said slowly, though they both knew what he was asking.
"Feel as though..." he watched as she landed. "As though I've sorta been ignoring how difficult certain things must be for you."
"You mean racism." Ororo was never one to dance around the point. Steve nodded.
"And anti-mutant prejudice." He added.
Ororo put her arms around him. "The problem with these issues is that they are deeply ingrained in people's hearts and minds." She sighed. "It's the kind of thing that, if you speak out, might make some very powerful people very upset with you."
Steve shook his head, pressing her against him. "Angel, if there's one thing I don't care about, it's being unpopular for doing the right thing."
"I know." She smiled, a soft breeze playing around them. "It's one of the reasons I love you."
"I-"
"Suit up Cap." Tony shouted, zooming past him in the iron suit. "We're going Avenging." He paused. "Hey Storm, you can come too." He frowned. "Did I interrupt something?"
A blast of wind sent him flying way from them. He landed on the roof of a building three blocks over, glaring at them. Steve grinned. "I love you too." He said.
"Even if I just hit Stark with a gale force wind?"
"Especially since you just hit Stark with a gale force wind."
4 - It's Tony's Fault
Tony is a mess. Especially after going on one of his work binges. Judging from the disaster Steve found in the kitchen, it had been a long one. Sighing, he began cleaning up the mess when one of the tablets stacked in the toaster (he really didn't want to think about how that happened) fell to the floor and let out a moan. Steve looked at it warily. It was playing a video. Tony had jokingly "introduced" him to porn, thinking it would shock him. It had been very disappointing for him when Steve had only blinked at him and commented on the advances in film since the 30's. (What did Tony expect, he'd been in the army. While he didn't watch those movies, it didn't mean he hadn't been aware of the various magazines and photos circulating among the guys.)
That being said he'd never gone looking for porn after he'd come off the ice, even after Tony's screening. It just hadn't been something he'd been interested in. He bent down, planning on turning it off and putting it somewhere that wasn't a kitchen appliance, when he caught sight of what was happening on the screen. There was a woman, sitting with her head thrown back while a man put his face between her legs. He swallowed, transfixed as the woman's cries increased, her back arching as she spasmed against the man's face. Steve shut it off, putting the tablet back in the toaster and leaving the mess for someone else to take care of.
He tried to forget about it, but...over the next few days, the image replayed in his mind. Except in his imagination, it was Ororo who was unraveling under his tongue, her legs tight around his head, her fingers gripping his hair as she panted his name.
His physical relationship with Ororo was...more than he could have ever dared hope for before the serum. She was passionate, demanding and unashamed to ask for what she wanted. So why...had she never asked for this?
A week after watching the video and it was all he could think of. The same scenario would play out in his dreams and he'd wake up hard and frustrated. He grew short tempered in training sessions and irritable. Ororo was at the institute because it was finals week for the students and he wasn't about to fly a quinjet up there for this. He wasn't that desperate...yet.
When he came back to his floor in the Tower after another awful training session, he was shocked to find her sitting on his couch. She was wearing a pair of shorts, her long legs on full display. He froze in the doorway.
"I hope you don't mind that I let myself in." she said, sitting up, intent on greeting him. "I had to get away from the students. They all want to know what their grades are, even though the test was only this morning." She shook her head.
"Don't get up." He said. She frowned at him, confusion etched on her brow but then shrugged, turning back to the papers. He moved over to her, sitting on the end of the couch, taking her legs so they were were draped over his lap. Steve traced circles on her ankles. She hummed, uncrossing them. Steve hesitated before moving his hands slowly higher. Her eyes glanced over the edge of her paper as he moved to her calves. She put her papers down, lounging against the arm of the couch.
"Something on your mind, Steven?" She asked.
"Actually, yeah...' He hesitated. Just because he knew about sex didn't mean he was necessarily comfortable voicing what he wanted. He blushed red. Ororo moved forward.
"Oh now I'm intrigued." She grinned, lifting a hand and running it along his cheek. "This blush." She smirked. "Now this means you want something but are too embarrassed to ask." She leaned forward and brushed her lips along the same path her fingers had taken. "It means." She whispered in his ear. He gripped her legs, his pants suddenly uncomfortable. "You want sex."
"Ororo." He gasped, not wanting her to distract him. "Um, are you happy with...our um..."
"Um?" Ororo teased, straddling him. She was so warm and perfect against him. Soft and muscled in equal measure. "Our um?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. She wasn't going to let him get away with being indirect.
He blurted out in one breath. "Is there anything you'd like that I could do that you might not have asked me because you're worried about asking because I might be uncomfortable?"
Ororo leaned back, arching an eyebrow. "You? Uncomfortable with discussions of sex? No." She gasped in mock indignation. Steve's face felt like it was on fire.
"I saw a video."
Whatever Ororo had expected him to say, it was clear from the look on her face that she hadn't thought he'd say that. "A video..." She repeated.
"Tony's tablet." He muttered. "It fell and I may have watched a video he had cued up."
"Ah." Ororo smiled. "And does the content of this video have anything to do with the fact that Sam practically begged me to come here today because and I quote "he needs to get some before he kills us all".
"Sam said that?" Steve choked out, horrified by the thought of his teammates figuring out why he'd been so grumpy. Ororo hummed.
"You are quite easy to read, Steven." Her fingers running through his hair and rubbing his scalp. He shut his eyes, groaning slightly. "It is one of the things that makes you so endearing." She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "So..." She prompted. "What was in the video?"
He shut his eyes. "Well, there was this woman...and a man and...well...he kinda had his head..." He paused. Ororo waited, he knew she would wait until he explained. "Between her legs." He mumbled, looking away. His tongue felt thick, his throat dry. Ororo put her hands on the sides of his face and gently turned him to her. Her eyes were wide, eager. "It got me thinking that um...is that something, you'd like?"
She nodded. Steve let out a sigh of relief and stood, holding Ororo against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting out a shout of surprise. "Now?" She laughed.
"No time like the present." He said, pushing open the door to his bedroom. Ororo rolled her eyes as he put her delicately on the bed. The 'I won't break, you ridiculous man' implicit in the look she shot him.
"For the record, I was going to bring this up." She said, moving so she was sitting up with her back against the headboard. "In a less jarring manner than a glimpse into Stark's pornography collection."
"Do me a favor, angel." Steve winced. "Don't mention Stark right now." He hesitated, suddenly unsure how to go forward. Ororo shook her head.
"You're over thinking." She said, kneeling and pulling him down for a kiss. Steve let her lead, his head swimming as all of his senses were engulfed by Ororo. She broke the kiss and he chased her lips, hungry for more. Trailing kisses down her neck, he lifted her shirt. Her skin was warm and he could feel her muscles jumping beneath his mouth. "Slowly." She said as he fumbled with the button of her shorts.
"Sorry." He muttered. "I'm messing this up, aren't I?"
Ororo shook her head. Pushing his hands out of the way, she pulled off her shorts. "You're a bit..." She paused, thoughtfully. "Too direct." She rolled them over so she was above him. He gulped as she slowly ran her hands over his chest. "Sometimes..." She said, moving lower, her fingers brushing at the sliver of exposed skin between his shirt and pants. The touch set off sparks in his belly, the rush sending blood straight to his dick.
" 'ro-oh" He moaned.
"The best approach.." She continued, conversationally. Her fingers deftly skirting his crotch and coming to rest on his upper thighs. "is the long one." She leaned forward and nipped at his stomach, causing him to let out a small startled yelp. She grinned, moving back and looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "Your turn...Captain"
She knew he couldn't resist a challenge. Pinning her back down on the bed, he parted her thighs. "If you insist...goddess". She sucked in a breath as he explored her legs, his tongue and lips mapping out each curve, each tendon and vein. She arched her back, letting out a whimper as he made it to her hipbone and he couldn't even take the time to be smug because he was floored by how desperate he'd made her. She was soaked, the fabric of her panties clinging to her. He pulled them down, shocked at how affected she was. She'd never been so wet so fast.
"Steve." She gasped. He looked up and had to grip the sheets in order to steady himself. She was breathing heavily, her eyes trained on him, hungry and desperate...but also determined. He drew a finger along her slit, enjoying the ripple affect his action had in her entire body. She put her head back, sighing. He repeated the action, adding more pressure. She hummed, her eyes fluttering shut, a contented smile stretching across her face. He didn't want her to be relaxed. He wanted her to be completely wrecked. Lowering himself, he replaced his finger with his tongue. Ororo let out a moan, her legs jumping slightly. He pulled her closer, engulfed in her; wanting her to lose herself and wanting more of her. "More to the left." She grit out. "Oh..."
Her hips lifted off the bed as he probed her entrance, his thumb swiping at her clit. Outside a flash of lightning cracked across the sky.
"More." She begged. He was powerless to do anything but comply. Her heels were digging into his back, her body, twisting in an effort to get closer to his tongue. He was light headed, his free hand gripping at her thigh. Suddenly she went rigid, her cries stopping. Outside thunder roared. Steve tried to lift his head, but her grip on his hair, kept him in place and he let her ride out the waves of her orgasm. She relaxed her hold on his hair, her hand falling boneless to the mattress. She jumped away from his touch. He looked up at her curiously.
"A bit sensitive." She mumbled, her words slurring slightly. Steve grinned.
"How was it?"
"unnnn." Ororo smiled down at him, sitting up. Her skin was glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. Steve kissed his way up her body, enjoying the way she melted, pliant, into his touch. She nuzzled his nose. Suddenly he found himself on his back, her eyes gleaming above him. She brushed her lips against the shell of his ear, her breath making him shiver in the best way. "My turn." She whispered.
5 - I do not.
Steve found himself flying out of bed and crashing to the floor. "That's enough." Ororo glared down at him. Dazed and half asleep, he rubbed the back of his head.
"What the hell?" He grunted.
"You snore." She said. He got up and crawled back into bed.
"I do not." He muttered, pulling her close and snuggling against her.
"Oh, but you do, my love." She tapped his arm. "Loudly."
"Impossible." Steve pressed his face into her hair. She smelled nice. "I've never snored. Not even before the serum."
"Well someone's been lying to you." Ororo muttered. "Which is a pity. You could have made a killing directing ships into the harbor."
"Ha ha." Steve shut his eyes. "Go back to sleep."
"I would." Ororo yawned. "But every time I shut my eyes, this out of tune bassoon starts blowing in my ear."
Steve rolled his eyes. "I don't snore."
The next morning Steve walked into the dinning room only to be met with a bunch of muffled laughter. His eyes narrowed as he took in Ororo, lounging at the end of the table, sitting next to Natasha. "What-"
"JARVIS." Ororo glanced up at the ceiling. "Please play the recording back."
The sound of loud snoring played, causing the common room to erupt in laughter.
"So...?" Ororo folded her hands in front of her on the table.
Steve shifted. "That could be anyone." He said defensively. Ororo arched an eyebrow.
"If you're listening to this." Ororo's voice played on the recording. "It's 2:35 am and that is the sound of Captain America depriving an innocent person of sleep."
Steve crossed his arms as Clint fell off the chair. "That could easily have been faked."
Ororo pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I have video."
Steve hung his head. "It might be possible..." He grimaced as Ororo leaned forward. "That I snore."