Placing Bets
SUMMARY: As Captain America and yourself walk into the kitchen to get some coffee after “a long night,” you become bombarded by the rest of the team.
WORD COUNT: 994 words
AUTHOR: Lydia
NOTES: by far one of the cutest and definitely a favourite of mine. enjoy!
Clint and Natasha sit at the kitchen table in the Stark Tower, cups of coffee in one hand and their phones in another. Clint scrolls through the news, checking out all the new headlines, while Natasha watches a small video from a few nights ago. They chit chat, turning and showing each other something every now and then, but are otherwise quiet.
When Steve can be heard walking down the hall, both of them peak down the hallway. He walks into the kitchen with his shirt in his hands and his hair a little messy, his eyes sleepy. Natasha smiles at him and looks back at her phone but Clint keeps his eyes on him.
When Steve gets to the counter to get a cup of coffee as he puts his shirt on, Clint catches the tiniest of glimpses of his back. It’s scratched up, claw-like marks tracing his skin. Clint’s eyes go wide and he taps Natasha’s leg from under the table, making her look up. But Steve has his shirt on by now, getting a mug down from the cabinet.
Natasha shoots Clint an accusing look and he opens the messaging app on his phone, texting her what he had wanted to show her. As she reads the message, she shakes her head.
“Steve? No way” she texts back and Clint rolls his eyes.
“Whatever” Clint responds, going back to the news. Natasha takes an extra second to look at Steve, squinting her eyes at the man who pours some coffee into his mug.
Quiet footsteps are heard from the hall a few seconds later as Steve puts the coffee pot back. Natasha and Clint look up again and see (y/n), her hair in a very messy bun with tangles throughout it. She wears shorts and a large white t-shirt, her black sports-bra slightly visible. Only thing is, the shirt isn't one of hers.
Clint slowly turns to Natasha with wide eyes again and her eyes are stuck on (y/n), who grabs a coffee cup. She quickly looks at Clint and nods once, her eyes going back to the others. She notices the way they act, how Steve doesn’t mind standing close to her, their arms touching, and how (y/n) stares at him just a second too long.
Natasha quickly turns to her phone and messages Clint. “Don’t say anything yet” she texts and he just nods, setting his phone down. Natasha crosses her legs and leans back, drinking form her coffee to disguise her smile that threatens to slip free.
Steve leans against the counter, drinking his coffee as (y/n) finishes making hers. She stands next to him, holding the mug with both hands wrapped around the epicenter of warmth. She blinks some sleep from her eyes, taking a tiny sip.
Clint wants to laugh, and Natasha can tell. She stops him with a warning by slowly pressing her foot on his toes under the table, his smile quickly fading. He looks at her and she shakes her head, the grin still wanting to show.
Shuffling is heard form the hallway a moment later and Tony walks out in sweatpants and a t-shirt, rubbing his eyes. He stops as he walks in, looking from the two at the table to the two leaning against the counter. The silence is unsettling.
He drops his hands and freezes, turning to Steve and (y/n). “You two banged, didn't you?” he asks with no warning, pointing to them.
Clint bursts out in a fit of laughter like a child, Natasha finally letting that trademark deadly smile shine. Steve drops his mug but (y/n) is fast enough to catch it, no coffee being spilt. Slowly she hands it back to him, looking to him with wide eyes.
“What would make you think that?” Steve asks, trying to keep his voice and expression even. (Y/n) tries the same, quickly drowning herself in coffee.
Tony rolls his eyes, grabbing a mug and pouring coffee into it. He sets his mug down and turns to (y/n). He pulls the top of the back of her shirt down, her eyes going wide. He looks at the tag and nods, stepping back.
“Because she doesn’t wear a large,” Tony mutters, walking to Steve. He pulls the collar of his shirt down, a small hickey being revealed, sending Clint into another fit of laughter. Tony doesn’t say anything else, but he brings a hand up and smacks his upper back, Steve flinching from the slight sting of the impact.
“And you shouldn’t have reacted like that,” he finishes, stepping back and grabbing his coffee. Clint is still laughing, his head thrown back and his hands on his chest. Natasha just smiles at them, drinking her coffee. Steve stares at (y/n), who looks up at him with wide eyes again. He just drinks his coffee, avoiding Tony and Natasha’s gazes.
“Natasha, you owe me twenty dollars,” Tony says as he leans against the counter a few feet from Steve and (y/n). She laughs and (y/n) turns to him.
“Why?” she asks, setting her empty mug down.
“Because I said that you two would end up in bed together by Sunday,” he says with a shrug. “It just happens to be Friday.” (Y/n) shoots Natasha a mean look and she smiles more. Clint can finally breathe again, the laughter slowly dying down as he sits up.
Bruce walks into the kitchen out of nowhere. He stops and looks at everyone, his eyes landing on Steve and (y/n). He turns to Natasha. “You owe me ten dollars.” (Y/n) throws her hands up as he grins and she walks back down the hall, Steve following her.
