Drabbles for the soul

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve's first time meeting each other, set during first Avengers movie.

You walked with your father, ignoring his conversation with Coulson. Your heels were clacking against the tile and you could heard the distant voices of the people Fury had called for help. “…what do they need the Iridium for?” Dr. Banner was speaking and you responded without a hitch, along with your father, “it’s a stabilizing agent.”

All eyes were on you, as your father finished his side talk with Coulson. You sat next to a blonde man, paying him no attention. “It means the portal won’t collapse on itself, like before,” you continued your explanation. You felt slightly out of place, everyone was in their “costumes” or agent suits, while you wore a pencil skirt and blazer. You looked more like a business woman than famous inventor socialite.

You had been recruited by SHEILD to invent better equipment for their agents, after your father had been asked to join the Avengers a couple of years before. You had grown close to Natasha, and she began to train you as an agent too. Then, you were assigned to help Selvig research the Tesseract. But, after things had gone south, they had brought your father as well. Your father walked around, being his usual attention seeking self, finishing your thought, "also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants."

He reached Fury's main station, his eccentricities taking over. You ignored him and simply sighed as he began to yell at a crew member for playing Galaga. The blonde next to you gave you a confused stare. "I don't think we've met, ma'am. I'm Steve Rogers," he said reaching out to shake your hand. You stared at him slightly amused at his choice of words, you had heard all about the 100 year old Captain, wondering how old fashioned he was, "Y/N." You gave him your hand and smiled.

Your father caught both of your attention again as he continued to talk about the issue at hand, "only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube."

Agent Hill clearly was not amused, simply asking Tony how he had become an expert in the subject. You could tell he wanted to resist the urge to roll his eyes, answering smugly that he had learnt everything he need the night before. From beside you Steve spoke, "does Loki need any particular kind of power source?"

Dr. Banner, as you recognized not only from his endeavours as the Hulk but as famous scientist, spoke, "He would have to heat the Cube to 120-million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier." You nodded, deciding it was time to interject with your own knowledge, "unless Selvig has figured out how to stabilise the quantum tunnelling effect. We were somewhat close to breakthrough." Steve stared at you speak, clearly surprised, as he had assumed that you were simply another agent.

"Well, if he could do that, he could achieve heavy ion fusion at any reactor on the planet." Dr Banner's word struck through, causing you to sigh, knowing that you had a slight hand to Selvig's breakthrough if he had achieved it. You dad smiled at Banner, "finally, someone who speaks English." This caused you to scoff and for Steve to stare at you, "is that what just happened?" You simply shrugged, causing him to give you a small smile. You liked him already.

Your father walked up to the scientist and shook his hand. "It's good to meet you, Dr Banner. Your work on antielectron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage-monster." Your eyes grew a size bigger, your dad's big mouth always got him in trouble. You placed you head in between your hands and sighed. "Dad," you said in a pleading tone, to which he simply shrugged as the shy scientist simply said 'thanks.'

You saw Steve scrunch his nose and stare at you, “Dad?” You hadn't given the man your last name, so it was definetly a shock for him. You simply smiled and gave him a quick wink. Before he could speak, Fury walked into the room, taking control of the entire situation.

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"Shall we play, doctor?" After Fury explained why Banner and the Stark's were here, your father wanted to go straight to work. The doctor complied to your father's wishes. As they walked out, you heard Tony call your name. "We need you too, sugarplum."

You cringed slightly, sugarplum was a new nickname. Your father definetly was creative, but embarrassing nonetheless. "So you are Stark's daughter?" Steve's voice rang through as you were standing to follow your dad. "The one and only," you said playfully, "and you must be the strong and fierce Captain America. I've heard all about you."

You decied to sit back down, deciding the research could wait. You sat leaning against the back of your chair, with an air of confidence. The blonde blushed slightly, "well, I hope they were all good things. Unfortunately I can't say the same about thing about you, ma'am."

You smiled, you really did like him. "Well gosh darn, Mr America. Aren't you polite?" Leaning forward slightly, "please, call me Y/N." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, "well, I do come from a different time, ma- Y/N. Also, it's hard to be impolite to a gal like you."

Your heart was going to burst, how could he be so cute. He had the physique of being able to kill someone with one hand, but he was just adorable. It was your turn to blush slightly, which surprised you immensely. You were so used to flirting with everyone that it was hard to make you blush.

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Steve opened the door to his fairly new apartment, it had been about a month since he had moved to DC. Sighing after a long day of work, he went straight to the fridge and pulled out a beer, only to find that one of was missing from a brand new pack. He furrowed his brows, wondering if he had just forgot about drinking one.

He closed he fridge and opened his beer, turning around to see a figure on his couch. "Jesus Christ," he said, not expecting to see you, "Y/N? What are you doing here?" He saw where the missing beer had gone, as it was in your hand. You were laying on the couch, beer in one hand and phone in another, scrolling through Twitter. "Oh hey, Stripes," you said calmly, saluting him military style, "how was work?"

Steve shook his head in amusement and walked over to the couch. He pushed your legs down to give himself room to sit, which you allowed. "It was fine," he said laying his head against the back of the couch, "how did you get in here?" You laughed, laying your legs on top of his and stretched, "oh you know, locks can be easily picked. I don't know why we still use them..." This made the man sigh, and rolled his head over to look at you. "Yeah, well, most people don't know how to pick a lock, doll."

You shrugged, and stood up from the couch, stretching your arms above your head. "You wanna tell me why you are here?" Steve watched your shirt lift above your waist, but tried not to focus on that, "not that I don't love to see you." Smiling at his question, you walked around the living room and began to inspect it. "New York got boring," you said lazily, looking at the picture frames of himself in the 40s and what looked like his family. You stopped in front of one that was at eye level, middle of the room. It was a picture of the both of you laughing, Nat had sneaked the picture one night. You smiled at the memory and lifted it to show Steve, "and I might have missed you."

He smiled at the picture, and then at you, a slight tint covering his cheeks. "Glad to know that I'm missable." You put down the picture and turned away from him and whispered, "you are more than missable, Cap." You assumed he hadn't heard you as he continued to talk, "so that fancy car downstairs was yours?" Whirling around to face him, you put a smile on your again, "of course, brand new Bugatti Veyron. Wanna take a drive?"

"Well, it's not like my night was going to be any different."

"Perfect. I have somehwere to show you!"

He smiled at your excitement and got off couch, following you out the door.

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"Was it really that necessary to speed all the way here?" Steve asked you, getting out of the car and into the place you wanted to show him. "Steve, I've seen you jump out of planes, don't even try to say that it was dangerous." He laughed and shook his head, placing his arm around your shoulder, "yeah, whatever."

Resisting the urge to nuzzle into him (you really had to do something about your little crush), you wrapped your arm around his waist and led him into the establishment. Steve didn't know what to expect when they walked into what he thought was a bar, but instead of the normal darkly lit, booth and bar style, it was bright and colorful. He stood in shock as he heard someone play old ragtime music and a dancefloor full of people.

You walked out of his reach, letting his arm drop to his side, as you walked up to a man dressed in 40s fashion. "Hi-yah! What can I get you folk?" Steve smiled at the poor New Yorker accent that he was trying to imitate, as you ordered a couple of beers. You grabbed Steve's hand and led him to a table, "what do you think?"

He smiled at you and took in the ambiance, "I can't believe you found this place. What made you want to come here?" Before you could answer, a girl dressed in a military outfit reminiscent of World War II swooped in, placing your beers in front of you. You grabbed one and held it in front of you, "cheers, darling." You both clinked glasses and took a swing of your drinks. "I found this place years ago," you said, looking at the couples dancing, "I never had anyone to go with, and I figured you would appreciate it.” 

Steve rose his eyebrows at the slight tint on your cheeks, “well, I do. It’s sweet.” You felt slightly startled as you felt his hand on yours, showing his appreciation. “Well, Mr. Rogers. I must say all this chit chatting has made me want to dance.” You stood up, and pulled on his hand. He stared at you for a while, not moving, just smiling. Feeling the blush on your face rise, you turned your head and pulled on him again. 

He followed you to the dance floor and placed yourself in front of him. “Show me how to bop, Rogers,” you winked as he rolled his eyes, placing his hand on your hip and the other in yours. The familiar tune of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ guided you both as you danced to the fast beat. Steve turned out to be a good dancer, and you wondered how many times he had done this before. 

As he twirled you around, the sounds of your laughter filled his ears, and he loved it. Throughout the whole song, you could only concentrate on Steve’s face, and how your little crush was no longer little. When the song ended, everyone around you clapped for the band, but you stayed in each others arms. Steve seemed to notice your stares throughout the dance as he asked you, “see something you like, doll?” 

"I think I might be a little khaki wacky," you said with a little smirk. This made Steve stare at you in shock. Once he registered what you had said, he shook with laughter, "where did you learn that?" You blushed with embarrassment, pushing some hair out of your face, "what? A girl can't be knowledgeable in 1940s lingo?" Steve continued to laugh, shaking his head as he placed his hand on your shoulder. Before you could comment on the situation the band began to play one of your favorite songs: 'Can't Take My Eyes Of You' by Franki Valli.

The couples around you began to sway to the slow song. You looked up to Steve and saw his eyes soften, and pulled you closer to his body. He placed his hand on your lower back and closed his eyes, he couldn't help but take your scent in. It was intoxicating. You placed your head on his chest and tried not to panic.

Trying not to think about how romantic the situation could be perceived, you began to sing the song softly. Steve was slightly surprised to hear your voice, and how melodic it was. "Sing louder," he whispered to you. Surprised at his request, you complied with his request. He hummed into your hair, both of you feeling not just the music but each other. 

You wanted to stay in his arms forever, and felt that it was finally time to tell him your feelings. “Steve,” you began, trying to push your nerves down. He pulled away to look down at you, and smiled, letting you continue to speak. “Steve, I just -” 

Before you could finish your sentence, the band culminated the song and the crowd began to clap loudly, interrupting your thoughts. Steve clapped along with the group, pulling away from you to do so. You sighed, fate was not in your favor. The blonde looked back at you pensively, “so what were you saying?”

You gave a tight smile, not feeling the moment anymore, “I forgot,” you laughed nervously, “want to get out of here?” Steve stared at you, brows furrowing slightly, “yeah, sure.” You walked in front of him, going through the crowd and managing to get to the door unscathed by the people. 

As you walked to your car, you tried to clear your head of any wandering thoughts. Before you got to your door, Steve zoomed past you, opening the front for you as the gentlemen he was. "Doll," he said with a playful bow that made you chuckle. "Thank you, sir," you said curtseying back. Before you could turn on the car, Steve stopped your hand, "(Y/N), I just want to say, thanks for bringing me here. I really appreciate it."

Summary: Set after the ship fight in AAoU. Steve and Y/N are still shaken by the things they saw under Wanda's spell. They get to Clint's safehouse and they are sharing a room.

Warnings: slight lemon, make out session

The ride to Barton's safe house was quiet. Everyone had taken a beating after dealing with Ultron and his enhanced twins. You saw Steve blankly staring at a wall, as you helped your dad dress his hand wounds. "Ow. Jesus, kiddo, take it easy." Tony winced as you pulled a little too hard on the bandages, your mind clearly somewhere else. "Sorry pops, I was distracted," you answered somberly.

His eyes followed yours, and he could tell that you were dying to go talk to your boyfriend, or whatever. Ultron didn't really give you the chance to talk out you recent relationship. He pushed your hands away and smiled at you, "go talk to him, your old man is fine." Your eyes shot to his, almost watering and gave him a little nod.

You were still a bit shaken as the female enhanced had put things in your brain. The nightmare she caused was something you had never wanted to see. Your father and Steve fighting, causing you to chose sides but eventually losing both of them. You saw them both dead in your arms, and voices telling you that you could have saved them.

Shuddering slightly, you approached the man you were starting to love. "What's up, Murica?" You tried to lighten the mood, as you both desperately needed it. He looked up from his seat, staring at you somberly. You sat next to him, pressing your legs against his, just wanting to feel his warmth, just to prove that he was really there.

Flashes of the nightmare shown through, and you took an sharp inhale. Steve noticed, as he had been staring the whole time. He noticed that you were also hurting, and wrapped an arm around your waist, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. His chin rested on your head, trying to forget his own nightmare, where he had seen you and Peggy dead.

He closed his eyes, taking in the moment of silent comfort. This mission took a toll on both of you, but you were grateful to have each other.

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You walked out of the shower, surprised to find Steve sitting on the bed. He hadn't looked up to see you, still stuck in thought. "i smell like a tropical breeze, so I guess it's your turn," you broke the silence, joking slightly but your voice was small. He looked up at you, surprised to see you in only a robe. His hand flew to his neck, slightly embarrassed to see you in a comprising position.

You smirked slightly at his uncomfort, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. "Don't worry Captain, I'm not here to steal your virtue." Walking to the dresser, you picked up your clothing and began to walk back to the bathroom. "Y/N." Steve's voice broke through the room. You turned to look at him, his eyes were of deep concern and worry.

Your heart broke to see him so vulnerable, as you were used to a leader and confident personality. Dropping your clothes on the floor, you rushed to Steve, kneeling in front of him. "What did you see?" You placed a hand on his knee, and another on his cheek.

He sighed, his head placed perfecrly in your hand. "I saw you," he began, looking you straight into your eyes, "I couldn't save you, and I can't forgive myself." You gave him a small smile, and shook your head, "Steve, that wasn't real, and you can't rid of me yet." Not only were you voicing this outloud for him, but slightly to yourself. You had to convince yourself that it was only a dream, and nothing would happen.

"I just can't lose you, Y/N," he said his hands holding your arms, "you mean too much to me." You stated striaght into your eyes, your heart filling with love. He kissed the hand that was still on his face, and you lost it. You pulled yourself upwards and kissed him hard, both of your hands placed on his head.

His surprise ceased, as he kissed you back and pulled you on his lap. Surprised by his own boldness, he pushed his nervousness down, as you were clearly in only a robe and straddling him. You were trying to convey all your feelings into the kiss, of worry, love and trust. Steve gave a slight moan, and felt his hands roam around your back, landing on your hips.

You pushed him, so his back was on the bed and began to let your hands glide under his shirt. He shivered in your touch, and began to move his hands up your arms over your robe Hating the feeling of him not touching you, you quickly pulled off your robe. Leaving you in only your panties. Steve's eyes popped open, slight panic in his eyes. "I thought you weren't going to steal my virtue?" He joked slightly, a small laugh fell from your lips, both of your eyes full of want. Before you could go back to kissing him, he stopped you.

"Are you sure?" He asked panting, keeping his hands away from you. You looked down to him, how could be so sweet even in a situation like this. He always wanted to make sure you were safe. "Mr. Rogers, I'm 100% sure I want your hands all over me, please." You smirked at him, placing his hands back on your hips.

He gulped, only being able to nod as he stared at your eyes, not daring to look anywhere else. "You can look anywhere you want, hottie," you said with a slight chuckle, "I won't get mad." You went back down to kiss him, and Steve met you with as much anticipation.

He got more comfortable, letting his hands move around your back and tangling in your hair. You began to kiss his neck, loving the sound of his deep moans. All you wanted was to make sure Steve knew that you were his, always. Pulling off his shirt, he sat up, cradling your body on his. "Steve," you panted, wanting all of him.

Before he could answer, a knock on the door made you both jump. "Hey, Y/N! Is Steve in there with you?" Clint's voice boomed from behind the door, making you both cringe. You both stared at each other, eyes wide, hoping that you remembered to lock the door. "Um, yeah! He was about to head in the shower!"

Clint answered back, completely ignorant as to the situation inside. You both were still panting, Steve turning a deep shade of red. "Can you tell him to come out once he's done? I need him to help chop wood." His voice was the only sound, other than the couple's small panting. "Okay, I'll let him know!" You called back, waiting to hear the sounds of footsteps walk away.

You let out a breath that you'd been holding in, as did Steve. Your head fell on Steve's chest, as he held you close. The blonde was still terrified at the idea of almost getting caught, until he felt you shake in his arms. He pulled away from you and saw you laughing. "Oh God," you said in between laughs, "this like being a teen all over again."

Steve blushed slightly and ran a hand through his hair. "Happen to you before?" He said slightly jealous, which you totally caught. "Aw, Stevie," you said kissing his nose, "he was an idiot, and I was a rebellious teen. Let's just say that my teacher was very disappointed when we ruined one of the gym equipment."

His nose scrunched, not wanting to imagine the girl he loved with someone else. You sighed and got off the man. Throwing yourself to lay on the bed, as Steve reflected on what had just happened. He turned to look at you, but immediately coughed. "What's - Ah!" A towel hit you in the face, as Steve laughed. You removed it from your face, only to see him standing next to the bed, trying not to stare at you, his ears slightly tinted.

This made you laugh. You forgot that you were nearly naked. Rolling your eyes, you covered yourself, smirking at him. You crawled over to him, making him look at you, "I guess we'll just have to wait next time." You kissed him, to which he replied by wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you upwards on your knees.

You began to go deeper, until you were suddenly falling. You fell back on the bed with an 'oof,' only to look up at a smirking Rogers. "If there's a next time..." he turned around and walked towards the bathroom. You scoffed, and went back on your knees, "Rogers!" You threw a pillow at him, only for it to hit the door as he closed it, "you can't leave a girl hanging like that!"

All you heard was the sound of a shower and a low chuckle.

Summary: Y/N is Tony's adult daughter and after months of subtle flirting, she finally decides to catch the attention of America's favorite hero in a new way. Set at AAoU party scene.

A/N: New series about Stark's daughter!

You looked at the mirror, making sure that everything was as perfect as could be. Makeup? Check. Dress? Check. Hair? Check. The party had started about half an hour ago, but you believed in being fashionably late, always. It was expected, anyways, you were a Stark after all.

Your dad had planned the party after coming back from their lasted mission at the last SHEILD base, and you were excited to see everyone together. Also, you wanted to make a statement. Well, a bigger statement than you usually made. (It wasn't unsual for you to be the best dressed or most extravagant anywhere you went. What can you say? You were Y/N fucking Stark.) Granted, it was risky as everyone would know who you were doing this for.

Summary: Set before Sherlock and Y/N were married. Sherlock discovers that Y/N plays the piano and he asks her to play. 

Song: “Sogno D’Amore” by Franz Liszt 

“I’ll see what I can do for you,” the elder Holmes stated, as he escorted them to wait outside his office, “I’ll make a few calls.” Sherlock and Y/N walked out of the office and wandered the halls of Mycroft Holmes house, better said mansion. It had only been 8 months since they had met each other, and Y/N was starting to rub off on Sherlock. They spent most of their days together working on Y/N’s case and protection. Taking down an entire organization took time, and will.

The pair remained in silence, both thinking about their own ideas. Sherlock stared at the girl as they walked aimlessly, waiting for Mycroft to finish his calls. He couldn’t understand why he continued to work with her, or on her case. Granted, it was an interesting one. Dismantling an entire criminal organization was not something you do every day. But he could have done it without her, couldn’t he? Why keep the girl around? He, somewhat, enjoyed her company… She wasn’t boring is what he meant.