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At one of Tony’s many parties, you sat with your friend, Natasha, as you both drank while watching her Avenger buddies make fools of themselves trying to lift Thor’s hammer once again. Natasha didn’t need to try because she already knew the answer while you yourself did not see the point of it.
“So how have things been, Y/N? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”
You shrugged, not finding anything of note that was worth sharing. “The domestic life is quiet. A little too quiet at times, but it’s nice. Better than having people I don’t know trying to kill me every other week.”
Natasha chuckled as she took a sip of her rum and coke. “I bet it is. Sometimes I wish I could just step away from the job, but with my ledger, it’s better if I stay in Stark’s tower.”
You could sense the sadness in her tone and felt a rush of empathy for her. Her whole life will be spent looking over her shoulder, waiting for the people who wanted her dead to finish the job.
Reaching out, you placed your hand over hers. “Well, Nat, if you ever want to get away from this testosterone filled building, I am sure I could convince Fury to give you however long you want off."
She smirked at you. "I’ll be taking you up on that. I’d love to see his face when you put in the request.”
“You mean demand. Besides, he can’t resist his niece."
"True,” she said, eyes returning to her Avengers. Her eyes widened. “Hey I think it moved a bit, Steve!” She cried out.
“No it didn’t!” Thor shouted back too quickly. It made you sigh. Just a year ago you had witnessed this same battle twice a month, and it definitely annoyed you to no end, but after a few weeks of total silence you had begun to regret moving out of the tower. Maybe Tony would you let you move back in. Hell, you already worked for him, as he constantly liked to remind you.
Natasha and Thor began to bicker, and the other Avengers soon joined in. Meanwhile, Steve’s eyes drifted to yours. Lifting your glass in hello, you smiled upon seeing the light blush that colored his cheeks before he did the same. You tuned back into Nat’s argument with Thor whilst the soldier found himself staring at you, examining you while knowing he couldn’t have you. How could he? You’d made it beyond clear that a normal life was all you wanted, and he was anything but normal.
As Steve mulled around in his thoughts, Tony approached you. Knowing he was up to no good, you looked at your ‘boss’. “What do you need me to do?”
“What makes you think I want you to do something? For all you know, I could have been over here to tell you you got a promotion.” You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Fine. You got me. I have a little job that I can’t think of any one else doing. But I can’t tell you about it here. Come with me to the balcony.”
You followed him only after getting a refill, knowing you’d need it with this man. The chill air bit at your exposed legs from the dress Nat had forced you into. You placed your drink on the railing as you rubbed your arms to try and rid yourself of the cold. “What do you need Tony?”
For once he actually looked a bit sheepish. “It’s not exactly what I need, but more of what a certain friend of mine needs.” You waited with a pointed look. “You see Y/N, Steve hasn’t really been himself ever since Peggy died. Sharon’s always up his ass and, quite frankly, I don’t want her taking advantage of him when he’s in such a vulnerable state.”
“I don’t see what this has to do with me.”
“I need you to be his ‘girlfriend,’” he put up air quotes, “for a few weeks while the majority of us are away for an upcoming mission.”
You were taking a drink from your glass as he spoke, and when what he was suggesting caught up with you, you just as quickly spit it out as you drank it. “What?! Tony, you do realize what you’re suggesting? Steve and I– Just, Tony it won’t work.”
“Why? Because you’re afraid of losing him like you did with Logan?” You glared at him. “Y/N, that was five years ago. This will be as much for his benefit as it is for yours.”
“How do you think this is going to affect Steve?”
“He’s been through worse. You’ll be fine. Now go in there, lay on your charm, and get the guy to bed you so I don’t have to worry about the poor guy while I’m gone.”
Alright maybe before this entire deal was made, the two of you had had your fair share of drinks. Which, as you tell yourself, is why you agreed to Tony’s ridiculous plan.
—–
Walking back into the common area, you winked at Natasha before sashaying over to Steve, whose eyes widened when he took in the sight of you: dress clinging tightly to your curves, hair windswept from being outside, and eyes dark as you allowed yourself to express the lust you felt ever since you saw him wearing that damn blue shirt.
“Y/N?” He questioned, heart quickening as you stopped in front of him, hands gently grazing his chest.
“Do you know why they called me Siren, Steve?” You questioned, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes.
“N-Not re-really,” he stuttered out as you dragged your nails over him. His eyes closed as he tried to push back the thoughts of you.. and him… in his bed. Dammit, he thought to himself as he began to feel himself harden.
You went onto your tip toes and pressed your lips right beside his ear. “Why don’t I show you?”
“B-But sh-shouldn’t we?” Any remnant of Steve’s gentleman style left him as you turned to face him once again.
“I’m sure Pietro would be more than happy to help me out if you don’t–” He didn’t let you finish as he picked you up without a care in the world and carried you into the elevator, wolf calls following you.
—
Sunlight blinded you when your eyes flickered open the next morning. When your eyes adjusted you found yourself to be in unfamiliar surroundings. Frowning, you also realized there was a distinct weight holding you to the bed… which was attached to a large source of warmth behind you… Oh shit what have I gotten myself into, you thought to yourself.
—
Four Months Later
“Stop! Stop!” You cried as your assailant pointed their gun at you, but they ignored your pleas as they shot water at you, soaking the clothes you had literally just taken out of the dryer. Groaning, you let out a frustrated “Steven Grant Rogers!” while your boyfriend flat out giggled as he hurried away and out of sight.
Once again you headed to the dryer, placing your clothes in and setting it all up before heading into the kitchen, bracing yourself against the counter while also listening for any signs that your water-gun-wielding boyfriend was approaching.
Tony’s idea had seemed fool-proof at first. All you had to do was pretend to be Steve’s girlfriend, keep Sharon from distracting him, and then have a mutual break-up when Steve realized how much danger could be brought to you with him as your boyfriend. It was no wonder Tony had picked you, since, as you later realized, he had picked up on your plans to get the hell out of dodge and move south, away from all of the craziness in New York. What neither of you had expected, though, was for you and Steve to have clicked so easily. So much so that you were more than delighted to have him move in with you after a month and a half of going steady, but it was times like these— when you were alone with just your thoughts — that you began to feel the guilt of the situation you had gotten him into.
It’ll only get worse the longer I keep it up, you thought to yourself.
“Why the long face?” Steve questioned, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you out of your thoughts.
“Just not ready to go to Tony’s party tonight,” you lied, but he didn’t pick up on it. “I’m not sure I can stomach watching those models practically strip in front of you guys.”
Steve chuckled at that and began to press kisses along the side of your neck. “Jealous?” He asked.
“Why should I be?” You taunted, turning around in his arms to face him. “I’ve already got the man of my dreams.”
“A man who loves you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours as he peered into your eyes, searching for the words inside them.
“Steve,” you pleaded, not able to even think the words because of the guilt that had begun to well up inside you.
His eyes teared up the slightest bit. He cleared his throat as he stepped away from you. “I was there,” he whispered, eyes looking anywhere but at you as he spoke. “I heard about you and Tony’s plan.” Your stomach dropped. He let out a pitiful chuckle as those baby blues snuck a peek at you. “I thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d actually develop the same feelings I’ve had for you. Why else would we still be together after all this time? Why else would you have let me move into your home?” He examined you once again searching for… something. “Unless it’s because you pity me.”
“Steve it has nothing to do with that!”
“But you do pity me!” He cried out. “I see it in your eyes whenever you think I’m not looking. You pity me because of Peggy, because of Bucky, because I can’t seem to find happiness anywhere.” He shook his head. “Who’s Logan?” The name caused a pang to pierce your heart. “Tony mentioned him when you made your deal. Who is he?”
You opened your mouth but no words would come. Your eyes burned with tears but you held them back. This had gone completely to shit. Steve was done at this point and left, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts.