Avengers: Imagines

Quick A/N: This song comes in later. "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John.  And I also love this movie. Carry on.

(Requested by: @Danielle_Taylor_14 )

"I can't believe you!"
You shouted through the rain.

He gasped from the precipitation on his lips. "Why not? I had a good reason! It's you we're talking about here, isn't it?" He smirked.

You scoffed. "Oh, please. You can't tell a dime from a diamond. I'm not worth that much."

His shoulders dropped. "Don't ever say that, Doll. Please, never let me hear you say those words again."

You sighed. "Steve, you know what I meant. I don't want you to put so much into something like that. Even for my birthday."

"C'mon, (Y/N). Fine, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spent seven hundred dollars on the (F/C) dress you had been looking at in the shop window."

Your eyes bulged out of your head as Steve walked up to your side. "Seven hundred? You told me you spent four-fifty!"

He shrugged guiltily. "You hadn't opened the jewelry yet."

You were about to have a conniption.

"Steven Grant Rogers, you know that I don't like people to waste money on me. If you keep spending like that, I can guarantee that you will become a whole lot more familiar with Ramen Noodles and hot dogs for the next month."

"(Y/N), you're forgetting that we work for S.H.I.E.L.D., meaning that they backup our finances. Plus, you're brother is a millionaire."

You grimaced jokingly for. "Don't remind me."

You shivered as Steve chuckled. "C'mon, Doll. Let's go back to the apartment before you get a cold." He smoothly wrapped an arm around you, giving you warmth and the smell of Old Spice. Another shiver ran down your spine, but not from the rain.

•••••
The next day, the sun was out, but northern winds kept New York City breezy and chilly.

Soft rays of light filtered through the blinds and on to your heavy eyelids. You slowly fluttered them open as you felt warmth and something else. Small, light kisses were being placed along your shoulder. You turned to look at your husband.

"Good morning, Honey," you beamed.

He kissed your neck.

"Good morning, Doll," Steve grinned.

He deftly wrapped his arm around your waist, and you could feel the warmth from him radiating even through your large t-shirt.

He began playing with your hair with his other hand as he spoke.

"You know, I've been thinking, since your birthday party yesterday didn't really go as planned, we could do something today."

"Steve-"

"Just the two of us. Inexpensive and totally spontaneous, more or less," he grinned optimistically at you.

"Steve, you are hopeless," you broke.

He laughed.

"Hopelessly in love with you." He grinned before he began kissing your neck and tickling your sides.

"Stop! Stop!" You shrieked with laughter.

"Not until you say it!"

You scoffed before breaking into hysterics again.

"Say what?!"

"You know! Just say it!"

You screeched.

"I love you, Steven Grant Rogers!"

He ceased, and you sat up to catch your breath.

His eyes were alight with passion as he stared down at you.

"And?"

You put on your most erotic smirk and expression.

"And you," you spoke with a deep, velvet voice.

You could tell that you had him on his toes and wrapped around your little finger.

"Are," you spoke again with a dip in your tone.

He nodded, hinged on your voice.

"The biggest goofball ever!" You erupted into laughter as you flew to the bathroom and shut the door. Steve was quick to follow, pounding on the door.

"Hey! That's not fair!"

You laughed. He sounded like a whining child.

"Awe, did I hurt Captain Amewica's feewings? Do I need to get you a band-aid?" You mocked him.

You heard a low growl.

"It's on. I'm gonna get you when you get out."

"I'm gonna have a shower, so that might take a while."

You grinned, waiting for his response.

"I'll wait. I've always waited for you."

Your heart expanded in your chest. Had Shakespeare come back to life and written your husband's thoughts?

You dismissed it, and you thought it would be fun to test how long he would actually wait.

After about an hour had passed, (you spent most of that time simply blowing bubbles from your hands) you got out and threw on some joggers, one of Steve's shirts, and put your hair up into a messy ponytail.

You peeked outside of your bedroom, but Steve wasn't there. Being the trained assassin you were, you snuck along the walls and closer to the main living area until you could hear noises from the kitchen.

Sizzling and popping, along with the beeping of the microwave and spring of the toaster, it was a symphony of deliciousness.

You strutted into view, your gaze sweeping the kitchen until you were met with a glorious sight. Steve was facing away from you, shirtless, and humming/singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John as he was buttering two pieces of toast.

"Ooh hoo! Nobody knows it-
Nobody knows!
When I was down-"

You jumped in.

"I was your clown."

He whipped around as you strutted up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He smiled.

"Right from the start-"

"I gave you my heart."

"Hey, sunshine. I made breakfast."

You grinned back up to him.

"I can smell it."

He turned back to the toast before he spoke again.

"Oh, and I almost forgot."

He spun around and trapped you in his arms before enrapturing you in a passionate kiss. When you broke for air, he smiled down at you again.

"Gotcha."

You threw your hands around his neck.

"And I came willingly."

He chuckled , then turned to tend to the bacon.

"We have a big day ahead of us, Birthday Girl."

He set the plates on the table before sitting down.

"So, eat up."

•••••

After you both had eaten your fair share of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, toast, and blueberry waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream, (which may or may not have been dabbed and licked off noses) you both got ready and headed out.

He refused to be more than a few feet away from you while walking around town, and you weren't really complaining. Your scarf was barely offering warmth, so Steve happily complied to keeping you warm. He was like your own personal heater.

After you both walked for a bit, he took you to a little art studio in town, where they were offering free sketching lessons.

Steve, of course, blew everyone else away, especially the women, with his skills. The subject of his sketch was unknown, since he wouldn't let you see. The instructors that passed by would gasp and compliment his work, saying how realistic it was.

You had chosen to sketch Steve in uniform, noting his Dorito shoulder-waist ratio.

When you had finished, you looked to see Steve in deep concentration.

"Steve, Honey, it's been an hour-"

"I know, Doll. It's just, this has to be perfect. If it isn't-" He spoke without looking up, letting the rest of his sentence fade.

You waited another half hour before he grinned at you and asked for his sketch to be framed and wrapped.

You guys stopped at The Ol' Diner for lunch. You continued to talk and laugh and just celebrate each other's company before leaving.

Next, he took you out to a bookshop that was having a sale on your favorite type of books. He bought some and then bought some other mysterious books.

Lastly, you guys walked around town some more until the lamp posts started to flicker on.

"Okay, Steve. You win. I truly have enjoyed today. But, just so you know, I'm gonna make your birthday a hundred times better. I'm thinking of getting you a pet eagle-"

He chuckled.

"The day's not over yet. I have one more stop before we go home for dinner."

He brought you towards a little park, three blocks from your apartment.

You laughed.

"What are we supposed to do here?"

"Swing. Duh." He picked you up, planting you on one of the swings. He sat on the one to your left, and began pumping his legs.

"Whoever swings the highest wins!" He shouted like a giddy child.

You rolled your eyes.

"You're on, Rogers."

He smirked at you.

"Right back at you, Rogers."

You shook your head jokingly.

As you both neared the top of the swing set, Steve jumped off.

You gasped, but he landed on his feet.

"Jump! I'll catch you!"

You shook your head.

"Not a chance."

"C'mon! Don't you trust me?"

You sighed.

"Fine."

You jumped and he caught you with ease, before he tripped and fell.

He twisted in air to where you landed on his chest.

"Gee, thanks," you laughed.

He shrugged.

"Well, I caught you, didn't I?"

There was silence for a second.

"But then again, I was the one who fell." He smiled at you hopefully.

"That was cheesy."

He chuckled. "I know."

After you both got up and dusted yourselves off, you smiled.

"I do have to admit. This is one of the Top Five Best Days of My Life."

"What are the other four?"

"Today was forth. The day I got first place at the science fair is fifth. The day we met is third, even though you spilled coffee on me. The day you proposed is second, and our wedding day is first."

Steve jumped up.

"Oh, that reminds me."

He ran to your bags and pulled out his books and wrapped sketch. He handed you the drawing.

"Open it."

You obliged hesitantly.

When you pulled the frame out, you gasped.

It was the most incredible sketch you ever seen. It was of your and Steve's wedding, when you were cutting the cake and had dabbed frosting on each other's noses. You were caught mid-laughter, with your head thrown back and eyes closed. Steve was only staring down at you dreamily.

"How did you-"

Steve sheepishly pulled a small photo out of his pocket. It was the original.

"I had asked the photographer for a copy that I could keep, along with the official photos."

He then showed you the books he had bought.

They were all either poetry or cook books.

"I was thinking that you like all of that, uh," he cleared his throat. "Romantic stuff. Plus, I've been taking cooking lessons since you cook all the time."

"That's why breakfast tasted so good!"

He nodded.

You put your arms around his neck, and he absentmindedly wrapped his arms around you.

"You, Steven Grant Rogers, are the best, most loving, and handsomest husband I could ever ask for."

"Well, you, (Your First Name) (Your Middle Name) Rogers, are the most hard-working, most intelligent, and most deserving wife that I could ever dream of."

You guys ended the night by ordering pizza and having a Disney marathon in Mike and Sully onesies. Tony came by to check on his little sis, since he missed your birthday party, and found you both asleep, clutching onto each other like lifelines.

He totally took a picture and posted it under the caption:

#BAEgoals

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A/N: Hello, awesome people! I hope you liked it! Feel free to like and comment. You guys are amazing, and,

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