#beard!steve

12. Can I be of assistance?

DRABBLE LIST - REQUEST HERE

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it. I honestly wrote one version and ended up typing another lmao

You sighed as you stared down at you phone like it was the enemy. This was the last time you did this.

A week ago you had gotten a little bit tipsy with some friends and one thing led to another and somehow your friends created a dating profile for yours truly. You thought it was funny at the time.

You even laughed as they al began to swipe left or right as various pictures of men appeared on your screen.

All of you groaning in distaste any time a bathroom mirror selfies showed up or a group picture of guys. All of you taking guesses as to who was actually the person in charge of the profile in the group photo but swiped left in the end.

But then you matched with someone and your smile slightly faltered as your friends giggled in excitement and did all the conversating for you. You were only a little bit annoyed that your lack of a social life was entertaining for them, but then again you were the only one single in your group of friends.

Three wine coolers later and your friends confirmed a date with a Tyler for Saturday night.

And here you were. Freezing your ass of waiting for Tyler outside a bar. You hugged yourself for warmth and looked at your phone again. Forty minutes late? You laughed bitterly to yourself.

Fuck this guy. Fuck this. You could have been home watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians right now.

You grumbled nonsense under your breath as you marched off. You had made a fool out of yourself waiting for this loser and you were going home.

And you were so lost in your thoughts of punching the next Tyler you saw that you didn’t even realize you were lost.

“Fuck,” you cursed and reached for your phone again to call someone. But your phone buzzed an angry notification about 18% before turning off. “No, please, no.” You whined and cradled your lifeless phone with both hands. This was what you get for watching videos whiles waiting on your no-show.

“Uh,” you heard a man clear his throat to your left and your eyes met with soft blue ones. “Can I be of assistance?”

And holy moly. One of the most handsomest men you ever seen stood across from you. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as you openly checked him out. His hair was a dirty blonde and he a nice beard growing. You could tell he could probably bench press you from the way his shirt hugged his chest and biceps.

Are you drooling?

“Ma’am?” You could see a light dust of pink appear across his cheeks. “Are you lost? Do you need help?” He asked again and you nodded your head dumbly, in response.

“Uh, yeah.” You stumbled finally and saw a ghost of a smile flash across his lips.

“Too which?” He smirked and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Both.” You stated and waved your phone. “I was going on a blind date that didn’t show and my phone is dead and I’m lost.” You blushed at how lame you sounded but watched him step closer to you.

“He didn’t show?” He asked and shook his head in fake disappointment. You were surprised to see him take his turn to openly check you out. “A beautiful women like you shouldn’t be stood up like that. I’d never do that to you.” He mumbled and your cheeks darkened.

“Oh, I-” You stuttered over yourself. You were speechless.

“My name is Steve.” He smiled introducing himself. “How about I take over this date?” He hummed and offered you his hand.

His smile grew when you took his hand in acceptance.

You hurried through the halls of SHIELD, balancing your coffee on a stack of papers. Fury had called in the Avengers in for a meeting, early in the morning. Being an assistant for Fury, this meant you had to wake up early on what was supposed to be your day off, grab some coffee, and hurry in to deliver Fury the papers he’d given you. The smell of the coffee right below your chin tempted you to stop and drink your highly caffeinated energizer. But then you’d be late.

Which meant Fury would scold you, Maria would cast you a disappointed look, Coulson would lecture you after, and Stark would ridicule you. And that was one thing you would not deal with. So you endured and managed to at last reach the meeting room. You managed to balance the paper and your coffee as you used one hand to open the door and shoulder your way in. The Avengers were already there, as were Fury, Maria, and Coulson. You felt as though something was missing but couldn’t place it, so you shrugged it off as your sleep deprived mind playing tricks on you.

“Your papers sir.” You said and held out the paper to Fury. 

“Is that my coffee?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at the drink balanced precariously on the stack.

“No sir, I had to stop and get coffee on my way here. It’s my day off and I usually sleep in.” You said, embarrassed.

Fury nodded and lifted the cup in one hand, and grabbed the papers in his other. He handed you your coffee and a sigh of relief left you. Greedily, you took a gulp of the warm liquid. “I’m feeling better already.” You chirped.

“Thank you for the papers on such a short notice, (Y/N), you may leave now.” Fury said and turned to address the Avengers.

“Where’s America’s Golden Boy?” Tony spoke up.

Steve, that’s what was missing. Or more, who. You turned, attempting to escape before you were called on to find him, but found yourself running into a solid wall and spilling your coffee. It splashed back and covered your white shirt. A loud whine of defeat left you as you looked up to see what you had run into. If you had still been holding your coffee, you would’ve dropped it. “(Y/N)! Oh god I’m sorry! I’ll give you some money to buy a new coffee. How much was it?" 

There stood Captain Star Spangled Banner, shuffling through his wallet. Your jaw hung open as you slowly turned to the others. "Am I hallucinating?” You whispered.

Thor’s laugh boomed through the room and Natasha shook her head. “He’s been growing it out lately.” Bruce said.

“What?” Steve asked.

You turned to face him and placed a hand on his cheek. You slowly ran it down and through the short hair that had accumulated on his face. A blush crossed his face. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Oh my god. It’s real.” You breathed.

Being as busy as you were, you hadn’t noticed that Steve Rogers, Captain America, had grown a beard. You shook your head. “Wow.” You muttered.

“Does it look bad?” Steve asked, worry in his eyes.

“No, it looks great, I just… I didn’t think Captain America could grow a beard.” You smiled.