Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers.

A/N: This is a birthday fic for my friend ChibiSteve-hisvoiceislove. I really, really hope you love this!

Phil Coulson really hated it when these kinds of things happened to him. And they always happened to him, because Tony Stark loved playing pranks. And this time he was sure it was Stark. He was so predictable; a mischievous prank on April fool's day sounded exactly like something he'd do. In fact, Phil was willing-well, almost willing-to bet his life that the genius was the reason he was locked in the closet with Steve Rogers.

Yes, that's right: Steve Rogers; unofficial leader of the Avengers, the world's first superhero, and Phil's crush. Of course, Phil wasn't planning on telling Steve that anytime soon, especially since the blond seemed very agitated that they were locked in. "Could you please stop pacing, Steve?" He asked, pleased with himself for the official tone to his voice.

"We're locked in, Phil. I'm trying to think of a way to get out." Steve replied, though he did stop pacing. He leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his (very muscular) chest.

"I could help you figure a way out of here…" Phil replied softly, crossing his own arms. He was used to being underestimated because of his small stature and the fact that most of his friends were superheroes with incredible powers. Shaking his head slightly, he took in the array of brooms and mops along the back wall; none of them looked sturdy enough to withstand forcing the door open. "There's not much here we could use to force the door open." He commented, earning a slight smile from Steve. "What?"

"Even if there was anything in here we could use to that purpose, the door's most likely alarmed or something." Seeing Phil's raised eyebrow, Steve continued, "Look, pretty much every door in this building is alarmed. You know Tony goes a little overboard sometimes." Phil nodded, slowly beginning to accept that they could be trapped for an extended period of time; Tony had even remembered to take their walkie-talkies from them, so they wouldn't be able to contact anyone.

"Look, Steve, can we just try to find some other way of getting out, then? Talking about Stark isn't going to accomplish anything." Phil sighed, still unwilling to accept that they were helpless. Sitting down on the floor, he leaned on the wall, crossing his arms. Steve stared at the agent for a long moment before smiling at him.

"I guess you're right about that. I was rather enjoying our discussion, though. It's not often that someone agrees with me that Tony's annoying." The blond paused for a moment before continuing, "But you do realize that what you're doing isn't exactly helping us, either." Phil bit his lip, staring up at Steve for a moment before allowing the super-soldier to help him to his feet.

"You do realize that we won't be able to get out of here until someone opens the door." The agent pointed out, sliding his hand away from Steve's reluctantly. The blond was silent, seemingly weighing Phil's words. "I guess I shouldn't sit against the door anymore." The agent murmured to fill the silence. Steve smiled, pausing a moment before answering.

"But then I won't get to see you fall when someone opens it." The super-soldier teased.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've fallen over, you know." The agent retorted, allowing a slight smile to take the sting out of his harsh tone.

"Yes, that is true." Steve paused as if attempting to recall something. "You fell the other day when Tony tripped you." The super-soldier replied. Phil blushed; he hadn't thought anyone had seen that. "But I suppose you were too busy looking at your phone to notice him sticking his foot out." Steve continued.

"Well you were the one texting me. It's your fault I got tripped." Phil smiled, for once feeling completely at ease in Steve's presence. Usually he was tense in an effort to stop himself from revealing his feelings for the super-soldier.

"Oh. Sorry. I'll text you less often then." Steve replied; his teasing smile still lighting his face. Phil couldn't stop himself from biting his lip. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to stop texting him; it was the only form of communication with the super-soldier he'd been somewhat decent at, up till now.

"No! Don't. Please. I-I just won't look at my phone while I'm anywhere near Tony." The agent looked down, blushing deeply. Steve looked at him curiously for a long moment, seemingly trying to figure out why Phil was so embarrassed.

"Agent Coulson…do you have a crush on me?" The super-soldier asked softly. He was nearly as good at reading people as Natasha; Phil didn't know why he'd expected the man to remain ignorant of his feelings.

"Does it matter if I have a crush on you? It's not like you don't like me back." The agent froze, uncertain what had made him so bold.

"And what makes you think I like you back?" Steve replied, tilting his head. Phil looked up at him slowly, feeling unusually overwhelmed.

"If you didn't like me back, I doubt Tony would have trapped us in here together. You know he likes 'helping' his friends with their relationships." Phil spoke slowly, the real reasoning behind Tony's seemingly random prank dawning on him. Steve smiled, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides.

"I think you're right." The super-soldier smiled. "And while I can assure you that I was not involved in this prank, I will admit that I'm more pleased than I should be that you're the one in here with me." Steve admitted, meeting Phil's eyes easily. The agent stood quietly, shocked into silence by the super-soldier's words. He'd never once imagined that Steve would like him back. The blond stepped forward slowly, closing the distance between them. Phil, his gaze still locked with Steve's, didn't move; heart beating wildly in his chest as the blond leaned forward. As Steve leaned even closer, Phil closed the remaining distance between them and pressed his lips to the super-soldier's.

A long moment passed before Steve pulled away slightly. The superhero and the agent stared at each other in silence before Phil gathered up enough courage to step forward and kiss the blond again. Steve wrapped his arms around the agent's waist and pulled his new boyfriend closer.

And then the door opened.

The couple leapt apart, a blush creeping up Phil's face as they were met with the fierce stare of Director Fury. "And what exactly do you two think you're doing?"

"We…we weren't…I mean…um…well…it's not what it looks like." Phil stammered, for once in his life at a loss for words in front of someone besides Steve.

"Director, I can assure you that we weren't doing anything. In fact, we were locked in there, thanks to Stark." Steve intervened, much less obviously embarrassed than Phil.

"Is that so, Rogers?" Fury turned to the super-soldier, eyeing him as if checking for any sign that the two had done anything more than kiss. Steve nodded. "I'll let you go with a warning this time, but rest assured that I will be checking the security cameras on a regular basis." The director continued, "Now both of you get back to work." With that, Fury walked away, leaving both men glad that they had received only a warning.

"Well, wasn't that interesting?" Tony Stark stepped out into the hallway in front of them. "I knew you liked each other; aren't you glad I set it up so you could both realize your true feelings?" The genius smirked, waiting for both of them to thank him.

"You know, I think Tony likes Loki." Steve spoke in a conversational tone, glancing at Phil. The agent smiled. "It certainly wouldn't hurt to find out." Tony's eyes widened as he realized what they were planning.

"No, that's okay you guys…it's not like my plan didn't work; you guys are together now and everyone's happy, right? Right?" Tony stammered, completely caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. Steve and Phil just looked at each other and smiled.