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You purse your lips and stared, leaned forwards and poked him in the chest with a finger. He sputtered at you.
Steve Rogers, six feet two inches, sputtered indignantly at you.
You sighed, "something is not right…"
"You better believe it's not right, I am very late-"
You reached up and grabbed a handful of bunny ears before he could try running off once more. You had spent the morning running after bunny eared Steve, in his cute little dark blue vest, checkered pants, baby blue long sleeve shirt, and there was a bunny tail to go with it. He even had a damned pocket watch he kept looking at and fussing over.
You, you were stuffed into the puffiest sky blue dress and white stalkings, with black combat boots. You had seen Tony earlier while lost looking for Steve, he talked in riddles and was smoking, you were sure what he was smoking would make Steve frown. Yet, here was Steve going on about being late.
"What could you possibly be late for? We've got nowhere to go Steve!" You whined. But it wasn't fair, you were supposed to be asleep and yet here you were chasing your boyfriend (who was supposed to be napping with you) around the compound which wasn't the compound.
"How could you possibly say that?! Why if I do not arrive on time… it'll be off with my head!" He gasped dramatically.
You frowned, putting your hands on your hips, barely opening your mouth to remind him he was supposed to be on vacation with you when he bounded off. You dropped to the floor absolutely exhausted as Steve could RUN.
A sound caught your attention and you got to your feet, following the soft melody, it got louder and much more rowdy the closer you got. A sign welcomed one for tea.
"Sam?"
Sam looked up at you from under a tall hat, he wore bright pink and checkered pants, a vest sporting a bright yellow flower and beside him was Bucky. "We have no more available seats! No tea for you!"
You glanced at the thirty or more empty seats and raised an eyebrow, "very well, I am following the bunny and have no time for tea."
"The white bunny!?" Sam asked, looking like he had enough caffeine to power Tony.
"Saaammm, you can't go around talking about white bunnies like that" Bucky admonished.
You bit back a laugh, "that white bunny is your best friend Bucky, he has been running around all morning being an annoying punk."
"Sounds like Steve," Bucky nodded, shoving a cup of tea into your hand and plopping a plate of cookies in front of you. "Tell us all about it!" He encouraged, pulling out a chair and helping you to sit.
"Well, all morning he's been talking about how he's late, for what he won't say, then he mumbles about if he's late then it'll be off with his head."
"Ahhh!" Both men nodded sagely, "that's because the queen will take his head for being late."
Your mouth dropped. "The queen? Who is the Queen?"
"Fury," both men answered, lifting their cups, pinkies out and delicately drinking. You nodded along with them and slowly began to picture Fury in a queen outfit, it brought you to giggles, both men in front of you chuckling along. "What's so funny?" They asked in unison.
Your giggles had turned into full out laughter, your belly and face ached from laughing, tears streamed down your face, "the thought of Fury in Queens garb!" You managed between laughs.
Rough hands caught you by the arms and you were drug out of your seat. "Making fun of the queen?!" "Arrested and court before the queen!" "Off with her head most likely" "fashion she has? Humph!"
You kicked and cried out. Sam and Bucky raised their cups and watched as you were dragged away.
You were stood behind the stand facing Fury.
He looked at you and nodded, "off with her head!" He cried out.
"No!" You screamed, "what about–" your words died as you spotted Steve.
He crinkled his nose and pulled out his pocket watch, "most likely late she was."
You screamed as you were bent over a dirty old wooden trunk, dried red gunk splattered all over the place. "STEVE! STEVE! STEVE!!" You screamed till your lungs ached, the executioner lifting the largest ax you'd ever seen. "STEVE!!!!"
"Ohhh, hey there," Steve blinked at you, your vision blurring as you cried desperately. "Hey, hey there…"
Steve pulled you into his lap, "hey, hey, it's okay, it was just a dream, hey, Y/N– I'm right here…" he pressed kisses to your face, gently brushing your tears away.
You blinked at him, "you let Fury cut my head off…" You told him around little tears.
Steve chuckled, smiling at you, "sweetheart, I would NEVER do that, I love you."
"But you kept running away from me."
"That sounds horrible, why would I run away from you? I can't run away, how would I get kisses?" He sighed when you pressed your lips to his and let out a small cry. "Baby," he cooed, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you tight against his hard body, "it was just a bad dream, that Steve? Pssshhh, what an idiot running away from you, Fury would be gone before he could ever chop your head off."
You hummed as he buried his hands in your hair, pressing a kiss to your lips, soft and gentle, deep and passionate. The kiss that made your toes curl and set your heartbeat racing. "Steve–"
He grinned against your lips, "hey, there's my number one girl, you awake now?" You nodded, "then how about we give you something good to dream about?"
Your laughter rang out as he jumped on you, playfully growling and fingers tucking along your sides as he pressed himself atop and between your legs.
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