Loopy Confessions (Steve Rogers x fem!reader)

                                    

                                          
                  
                          
Steve immediately grabbed his shield when he heard you scream. He followed the sound to your bathroom. "Y/N?!" he called. He heard you whimper and then start to cry. "I'm coming in!" he cried before breaking the door down. What he saw made his eyes widen and his face turn red. "Tony's gonna kill you for breaking the door," you said before whimpering again. Steve turned his attention back to you. You were laying in the tub clutching a towel to you. The shower was still running. "Steve, I need you to help me. I think I did something to my arm. It hurts to move," you said, breathing through the pain. 
                          
                At you plea for help, Steve pushed his embarrassment away and moved to help you out of the tub. "Sorry, Steve. I know this is awkward for you." Steve flushed, trying to forget about the fact that you were naked and wet. "It's no problem, Y/N. Let me get you some clothes, okay?" You nodded and Steve helped you to your bedroom. He grabbed a set of clothes for you. "No bra, Steve. There's no way I can get it on like this." Steve felt his face get even hotter, if that was possible. It didn't get better as he had to help you get dressed. 
                          
                "Alright," he said once you were dressed, "We're the only ones here today, so I have to take you to the hospital." You nodded, still holding your injured arm. "Steve, we must never speak of this again," you said, a blush on your own cheeks now as you followed Steve down to the garage. Luckily traffic was on your side and you got to the hospital rather quickly. The doctor deduced that you had fractured your arm when you slipped. He gave you some medication for the pain and put a cast on your arm before sending you home. 
                          
                Steve couldn't help but chuckle as he drove you back to the Tower. The medicine had kicked in and you were loopy. You kept randomly singing songs that weren't on the radio and leaving jokes half finished because you started laughing before you got to the punch line. When you were finally home, the first thing Steve did was escort you back to your room. "Psst...hey," you whispered to him as he scooped you up in his arms. "What is it, Y/N?" You giggled and Steve thought you were going to try another joke. "I really like Steve. I mean, REALLY like him." Steve nearly dropped you, but managed to keep his hold on you. "Don't tell him! He'll think I'm weird!" you were still whispering. Steve laughed at you, knowing you probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. He laid you down on your bed, pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, "See you in the morning." 
                          
                The next morning, you woke up when the sunlight hit your eyes. You groaned and moved to rub your eyes, smacking yourself with your forgotten cast. "Ow!" you cried. Then, everything came flooded back to you. You felt your eyes widen. "Oh, god!" you groaned. You'd told Steve that you liked him. He was probably laughing about how ridiculous it was. As you walked down to the kitchen, you prayed Steve wasn't there. No such luck. 
                          
                Steve was moving gracefully about the kitchen, cooking breakfast. You debated on returning to your room but the smell of coffee won. Steve turned to look as you quietly approached the coffee pot. "Morning, Y/N!" he greeted cheerfully. You quirked you brow at him, but didn't say anything.  Coffee came first. "I made breakfast. How's your arm this morning?" You took a sip of the deliciously dark liquid and replied, "It's a bit sore, but otherwise okay." Your voice was soft and it didn't escape Steve's notice that you were avoiding looking at him. 
                          
                "Y/N, about last night..." You automatically cut him off, "Please, don't say it, Steve. I embarrassed myself enough. I really don't expect you to reciprocate those feelings. In fact, if you could just forget about it, that's be great." Steve stared at you for a minute, not saying anything. You felt yourself blushing and moved to leave, but Steve stopped you. "I don't want to forget it, Y/N. I-I like you too. I just never thought you'd want to be with me." It was your turn to gape. "Are you kidding? Have you seen yourself? Have you ever listened to yourself? You are a gentleman above all else. You're kind and caring, you always put others first and, not to mention you look like Adonis!" 
                          
                The whole time you spoke, you felt your face getting hotter and hotter. Steve was smiling now. He took the last pancake out of the pan, then he closed the distance between you. "Y/N, stop talking," he said softly. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips. You eagerly returned the kiss, which was over far too soon for your liking. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's eat. Then you should get dressed because I'm taking you on a date, Doll," Steve declared, leading you to a chair. You giggled and sat down to enjoy your first breakfast with Steve. The first of many. 
                          
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(a/n: I got a bit of inspiration for this from an episode of "The Big Bang Theory".)