Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader
Summary: Struggling to ignore the feelings you have for Steve, he can’t seem to forget that you’re his best friend’s little sister.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: angst, cursing, fluff at the end, Tony being a dick
Request: forbidden love trope with steve rogers where reader is tony stark’s little sister and he is NOT happy about it but is okay with it in the end after pepper scolds his ass???
A/N: I got carried away with this one, wow! But I hope y’all enjoy this since it’s the first I’ve written in a while :3 I’m sorry to anyone who comes across this fic, I’m posting this from my phone so I can’t put a keep reading button, but I’ll do it tomorrow! For now just scroll extra hard :’)
Masterlist | 400 Followers Event!
“How about that girl from HR? The one with the glasses?” Natasha piped up, earning a scoff from Sam, who was sitting across from her. “And the one with ten cats? Uh, uh, I am not letting you do Steve dirty like that.”
“Come one, she’s cute!”
“And has 10 cats!”
Steve chuckled under his breath as he sat back to watch his two friend bicker. The planned quiet dinner between the three of them soon turned into an intervention for Steve’s love life soon after a couple of beers were downed. Well, it was more of Nat listing every possible girl she knows and Sam managing to make a snarky comment for every single one.
“Crazy cat lady is a no, end of conversation,” Sam declared, sitting back and taking a swig of his beer. Nat groaned, mirroring Sam’s actions, “I just don’t get why you don’t want to start dating again, I mean you’re 90 years old!”
The living room was enveloped in a comfortable silence as the question lingered in the air. Sam was just about to make another quip until he saw Steve’s head turn towards the direction of the entryway behind him as they heard someone enter the room. His eyes later landed on you, sending him and Steve a smile as Nat was too busy with her phone to notice you.
Sam looked over to his best friend who’s eyes were still fixated on you as you walked towards the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. Sam scoffed under his breath before piping up, “It’s because he’s in love with someone else.”
Nat immediately tore her gaze away from her phone upon hearing this to look at Sam, “Who?”
She soon noticed that Steve’s attention was elsewhere and decided to follow his gaze, only to find out who he was staring at. With a knowing smirk, she murmured, “So (Y/N), huh?”
Hearing your name was enough to break Steve from his trance to turn to Nat who was taking a sip of her beer smugly. Sam took this opportunity to ask, “Well? You’re not getting any younger.”
Steve let out a breath and uttered his first words ever since the topic shifted to his love life or lack thereof, “Shut up.”
Sam and Nat erupted in frantic conversation as they went over the hundred different ways Steve could tell you how he feels, but he took this time to drink his beer in silence.
The yapping of his two friends soon became muffled as Steve started picking at the label stuck to his bottle, deep in thought.
What’s worse than being in love with your friend’s little sister? Knowing that she loves you back and not being able to do anything about it.
Steve may be old, but he wasn’t blind— it was evident that you feel the same way. He never failed to notice how your eyes instantly meet his whenever you enter a room, or how your hugs last a little longer when it was him on the receiving end. Steve doesn’t fail to return the favor— he makes you coffee every Thursday night because he knows that’s when you and your brother stay up until dawn to work on his suit, he leaves one of his sweaters in your closet whenever he goes on missions because he knows you’re gonna have trouble sleeping, worrying about him.
But even though the feelings were mutual, there was this unspoken agreement between the two of you which made Steve’s heart clench whenever he remembered.
You were off limits.
He would know, because Tony personally pulled him aside to tell him that dating his baby sister was a no-no.
Tony was smart, he noticed something was going on between you two when he took note of the slight voice change whenever you were talking to Steve or how his friend would stand up straighter and puff his chest out a little more whenever you were present. So, he took matters into his own hands and shut it down before anything happened.
“Look, Steve,” Tony started, placing a hand on the super soldier’s shoulder, “You’re a really good guy, a great guy, but I can’t have you canoodling with my sister.”
Steve understood Tony’s sentiments and obviously tried to distance himself from you, but no matter how hard he tries, he still finds himself longing for you.
His train of thought was interrupted by Sam waving a hand in front of his face, “Did you even hear a word we said?”
Steve blinked, staring at his friends who were looking at him expectantly before answering, “Not a single one.”
You were writing a report for Tony when you heard a soft knock from your bedroom door. “It’s open!” you shouted only to have the door slowly creak open to reveal Steve, already dressed in his Captain America suit and ready for the mission.
“Oh, right, you leave today,” you mumbled as you stood up to walk closer to him. He met you halfway, stepping into your room as he handed you one of his sweaters. This time, it was a light gray and you recognized it to be one of his favorites.
“Extra perfume,” he started as he softly placed the garment in your hands, “just how you like it.”
You smiled as you held it close to your chest, his perfume already hitting your nose. “Thanks,” you smiled as your eyes met his. He was sporting his signature smile, but there was a hint of something else in it, you just weren’t sure what it was.
Adoration? Content? Love?
“Come back in one piece, okay?”
“For you? Always.”
Your heart swelled at his reply as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You set down his sweater on your bed and briefly glanced outside the door to check if anyone could see before placing a quick kiss on Steve’s cheek.
This took him by surprise as you saw him flinch ever so slightly, but as soon as he was just about to relish in the feeling of your lips against his skin, you pulled away.
Steve contemplated on whether to return the favor, but he didn’t want to risk anybody seeing you. So instead he placed his hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was subtle, if it weren’t for his thumb rubbing against the back of your palm, you wouldn’t have noticed it. It was silent, an assurance that he will always come home to you.
Reluctantly, he let go of your hand and walked out the door.
On his way out, he bumped into Pepper who just happened to be passing by. Their eyes met briefly as she noticed a bit of panic in Steve’s before he hurriedly scurried away. It soon came to Pepper that Steve was in your room and took this as an opportunity to slowly peep inside.
She saw you sitting on your bed, a gray sweater placed on your lap as you softly rubbed the fabric between your fingers. Your head turned towards the door upon hearing three soft knocks.
“Can I come in?” Pepper asked as you tried to hide the sweater behind you as if Pepper hadn’t already seen you staring at it fondly. You nod softly and soon enough she was already by your side. “You don’t have to hide it from me, (Y/N). I know what’s going on between you and Steve.”
Pepper saw you shake your head before letting out a breathy laugh. “There’s nothing going on between me and Steve,” you mumbled, almost trying to convince yourself more than the woman sitting next to you. Pepper looked at you with sad eyes, eyeing the way one of your hands was still clutching onto the sweater that was now slightly hidden behind you.
“We both know that’s not true.”
“And we both know that no matter how much I want something to happen, it can’t,” you interjected. Pepper noticed how your voice wavered ever so slightly and how water started to pool in the corner of your eyes, but chose to let you continue.
“I love Steve, I really do, but I love Tony more. I can’t bring myself to break his trust, you know?”
Silence engulfed the room as the two of you sat there, mulling over your thoughts. Pepper tried to find the right words to say to you, something to comfort you and tell you that things will be okay. But she can help but go back to the fact that—
“You love Steve?” she asked, interrupting her own thoughts before she could stop herself. That was when sobs started to come out of your mouth, your hand moving up to it as a desperate attempt to silence them as Pepper clutched your other one.
“I do, Pep. Fuck, I love him so much it hurts,” you cried, silently wiping the tears that won’t stop. “Whenever I see him, he’s like this light in the dark, or a life vest in the water and, god, it’s the best feeling in the world. When we touch, I feel like I’ve just been struck by a thousand lightning bolts because I feel so alive. He makes me feel alive, Pep.”
You turned to her, eyes red and nose puffy, “And it sucks because I can’t have him. No matter how much love I have, no matter how many times I cry, I can’t fucking have him.”
You felt Pepper’s hand come up to your face to slowly wipe away the tears that were still cascading down your face. “Sweetie, love is a strong force—“
“But Tony’s will is an even stronger one,” you interrupted again, causing Pepper to burst into a fit of giggles and elicit a soft chuckle from you. “He can be extremely stubborn,” Pepper agreed, “I’ll try to talk to him when he gets back.”
You shook your head, “No, Pepper, you don’t have to do that, honestly.”
Pepper waved her hand dismissively, almost mockingly, “You think I’m just gonna sit here and watch Tony tell you how to live your life? Nonsense, I’ve seen the way Steve looks at you and that’s not something we should just ignore.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks after hearing her comment. “How does he look at me?” you asked, shyly turning to her to see her break into a wide grin.
“Like you’re home.”
You exit your bedroom to hear the faint sounds of Sam and Bucky’s voices in the hall. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you walked towards the sounds which you presumed to be were coming from the kitchen.
With Sam and Bucky back, that meant Steve was back too, but whenever Steve got home from a mission at night, he would usually give you an indication that he was back when you woke up. Sometimes it was just a simple text message or other times it would be a bouquet of flowers (he stopped giving those when Tony asked where you get them from and you accidentally told him they were from Thor in a panic), but you recalled neither reading a text nor seeing a bouquet when you woke up.
You shrugged it off, thinking that Steve was probably too tired when they got back and entered the kitchen to see Sam and Bucky happily eating their breakfast while watching some show on the television.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Sam greeted as soon as you came into view. “Want some pancakes? Bucky made them so fair warning,” he continued, earning a glare from Bucky as he slid a stack towards you.
You muttered a thanks before heading to the fridge to get some butter. “How’d the mission go?” you asked.
“It went alright,” Sam answered only for Bucky to retort, “Yeah, if you define alright as you almost letting go of me mid-flight and Steve almost getting shot in the head.”
You stopped pouring syrup onto your pancakes as soon as you heard Bucky’s comment. Bucky saw this and immediately interjected, “But he didn’t so don’t worry. He’s fine.”
He saw your shoulders relax as you resumed pouring an absurd amount of maple syrup onto your pancakes. Bucky may be old, but he wasn’t stupid. He’s known Steve for a long time and he has never seen him be whipped for anybody as he was for you. Honestly, he adored the idea of you and his best friend together. You were the breath of fresh air Steve needs from constantly trying to protect the world from global threats and extraterrestrial creatures, and Steve was your break from all the tech you’re knee-deep in every single day and your brother’s constant nagging.
“Where is he, by the way?” you asked, shyly. You were too busy finishing your pancakes to notice Sam and Buckt exchanged knowing looks and just heard Sam answer, “He’s probably out on a jog somewhere.”
You nodded as you continued eating your food. You decided you won’t go looking for him, knowing you’ll see him later tonight when he brings you coffee as you remembered that it was Thursday today.
Much to your dismay, the coffee never came as Steve never visited you in the lab that night. Now that you thought about it, you never got the chance to see Steve today, almost as if he was avoiding you. You shrugged it off and stood up from where you were seated before stretching your arms that were sore from working on tech for who knows how long.
“I’m gonna get some coffee,” you announced, fully knowing that your brother wouldn’t bother answering. So instead, you excused yourself from the room and walked to the kitchen.
To your surprise, the lights were on when you got there which was strange since it was already a quarter past three. What surprised you even more was Steve sitting by the kitchen island, drinking the cup of coffee you’ve been waiting to receive.
You already felt your face light up upon seeing him as you made a beeline towards the coffee pot. “I was waiting for my weekly cup of joe, but it never came so I had to get it myself,” you started, back turned towards him as you poured some in your mug. “Turns out you drank it for yourself.”
You expected him to come back with some snarky remark, but you were met with silence instead. Taking the cup of coffee in your hands, you move to turn around to face him, about to ask about the mission and his almost headshot. “So Bucky told me you almost got shot to—“ but before you could finish, Steve was already gone, his empty mug placed on the kitchen counter.
That wasn’t the end of it. As the days went on, you noticed that Steve was avoiding you, but you didn’t know why. After the kitchen incident, you’ve tried approaching him but he always ended up leaving before you could. You tried to talk to him when he was at the gym, but he left as soon as you entered. You tried talking to him when you found him watching a movie on the couch, but Bucky came right in and asked if he wanted to go on a jog so he took the offer right up.
It was almost as if you suddenly became invisible to him and no matter how hard you tried, it seemed like you never existed.
You were determined to find out why, so you woke up extra early on a Saturday morning, knowing that he would be the only one awake because of his morning weekend jogs to confront him.
As soon as you entered the kitchen to where he was busy preparing a smoothie, he quickly shut the blender off and started to walk away. Unfortunately for him, you were able to grab his arm to prevent him from leaving you again.
“Did I do something wrong?” you asked, the sleepiness in your voice still evident. Steve remained still, clutching his smoothie while facing away from you. You saw his shoulders tense as he let out a soft sigh. Without another word, he shrugged your hand off his arm and continued to walk away.
Just as he was about to exit the kitchen, you spoke again. “If you’re gonna keep ignoring me, at least tell me you’re okay after almost getting shot,” you whispered, voice hushed as if you were scared to anger him. Deep down, you don’t know what’s going on and you have no idea how to fix it. You missed Steve and you’ve spent the past week trying to figure out why he was acting so cold towards you.
You took Steve’s silence to speak up again, “Please just tell me what’s go—“
“Just stop it, (Y/N),” Steve replied, his voice cold and pointed. He was still facing away from you, but you could imagine the furrow of his eyebrows and the creases of his forehead just by the tone of his voice.
“Stop what?” you asked, obviously taken by surprise. “What do you mean, Steve?”
You heard Steve sigh again before finally facing you. “Stop acting like you care about me.”
Now this really took you by surprise. “Acting? Steve I do care for you, where is this coming from?” you questioned. The two of you stood there, staring at each other as you tried to process what was happening. You were fine before the mission so what the hell is going on with him?
Hesitantly, you walked closer to him, afraid of what he might say to answer the question you were about to ask. “You don’t, you don’t feel the same?” you stuttered, heart already shattering when you heard him let out a mocking laugh.
“Of course I don’t.”
You were taken aback as you tried to fight the tears that were already threatening to spill. You slowly stepped back, as if distancing yourself from him would make the burning sensation in your chest go away. “I needed a distraction to get over Peggy and you were right there,” he spurred on, making things even worse.
“You don’t mean that,” you mumbled, almost inaudibly as you tried to regain your composure. You heard Steve scoff, “I do. Now stop following me around like a lost puppy, it’s pathetic,” he spat before finally walking out of the room to go for his jog.
As soon as you heard the door close, you felt your world crash around you as you held your hand up to your chest to try to stop it from tightening. You struggled to breathe as you leaned on the kitchen counter to stop you from collapsing.
It was all a lie. The loving looks, the sweaters, the touches— everything was a lie and you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Steve never loved it. It all felt too real to you, or were you just too dumb to notice?
Quickly wiping the tears off your face, you ran back to your room and slammed the door shut.
And in your room you stayed for almost three days. You never went out to eat, you never went out to work in the lab, heck the only time anyone ever saw you was when you needed to go to the bathroom, but even then no one heard a single word from you no matter how hard they tried to initiate a conversation.
The only person you talked to was Pepper, who had enough of you sulking and barged in your room on the third day of your isolation, demanding you tell her what happened.
With a heavy heart, you relayed the events of Saturday to her and to say that she was fuming was an understatement. She couldn’t believe Steve said those things to you because she was so convinced that he loved you back. In fact, she found it so hard to believe that she kept asking you if it actually happened and you weren’t just dreaming. Much to your dismay and to her disappointment, it was all real and you were still heartbroken.
So she did what a good wife would do and tell her husband as they both laid in their bed, about to go to sleep. So imagine the surprise on her face when Tony, totally and completely unbothered by the fact that his sister trapped herself in her room for almost three days, commented, “Sheesh. When I told Steve to end things with (Y/N), I didn’t think he’d do it like that.”
It took Pepper a minute to process what Tony had said, but soon enough she was slowly sitting up from her previous position, already staring daggers into Tony’s side profile. “You did what?” she asked, voice laced with venom, causing Tony’s neck to snap and face her.
“What? You knew I didn’t like the idea of them together so I told Steve to end things or else he’s out of the team,” he replied almost as if it was too obvious to even mention. By this point, Pepper had steam coming out of her ears as she started repeatedly slapping her clueless husband in the chest.
“Ow, ow! What the hell, Pep!” he exclaimed only for his mouth to fall completely shut upon seeing his wife’s expression. “You may be one of the smartest people on the planet, but you’re the stupidest person in the whole goddamn universe!” she exclaimed.
Tony blinked. “Mind telling me why?”
Pepper groaned before frustratedly running her fingers through her hair. “Your sister has been crying her eyes out in her room for the past three days and this is okay to you?!”
Tony waved his hand dismissively, “She’ll be fine in a few days, don’t worry about it.”
“No, she won’t!” Pepper replied, laughing in disbelief at her husband’s idiocy. “Because you took her heart and ripped it to shreds by forcing Steve to end things with her. Honestly, Tony, what is wrong with Steve and your sister being together that bothers you so much?”
Tony sighed, rubbing his hand across his face as he tried to stay awake. He was really looking forward to getting a good night's sleep too.
“We’ve been through this, honey,” he started as he propped himself up the bed to meet Pepper’s eyes. “This job is dangerous. You never know what’s gonna happen to any of us. I want (Y/N) to fall in love with someone, I do. But I can’t have her falling in love with someone in this line of work, she wouldn’t know what to do if she lost Steve. Heck, I wouldn’t know what to do if she lost Steve. It’s gonna hurt her too much, Pep, and I’m not sure if I’ll be enough to catch her if she falls.”
Pepper was stunned at Tony’s sudden confession, but chose to press on. “You let me fall in love with you,” she pointed out, “what makes (Y/N) falling in love with Steve any different?”
Tony sighed, “That’s different.”
Pepper tilted her head, “How?”
The room was filled with silence as Tony tried to think of an answer, but failed to do so.
“See,” Pepper scolded, “you always get so stubborn when you think what you’re doing is right that you end up hurting the exact person you didn’t wanna hurt in the first place.”
Tony stayed silent. “You spent your whole life protecting her, but I think it’s time to stop and let her experience things on her own, Tony. She’s a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions, something I think you need to work on,” she continued, softly pushing a finger towards his chest as he let out a whine.
“Fineee,” he dragged, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow, you win.”
Pepper smirked, “When do I not?”
You woke up to the sound of soft knocks on your door.
Reluctantly, you rolled over to check your bedside clock to see that it was just half past eight in the morning. Too early.
You ignored the knocks and pulled your blanket over you, too tired to deal with whoever was at the door. However much to your annoyance, the knocking continued and got louder, forcing you out of bed to open the door.
You were met with Tony who was holding two cups of coffee in his hands. “You look disgusting,” he stated, already entering your room and handing you a cup.
“What do you want?” you grumbled, slowly taking a sip of the scolding coffee and grimacing at the taste. “I’ve been your sister for 29 years and you still don’t know how I take my coffee,” you stated, setting the cup down on your desk.
“I’m sorry,” Tony blurted out, catching you off guard.
“Oh god, what’d you do now?” you asked, already thinking of a hundred possible things that he could’ve broken or lost. But you didn’t expect what came out of his mouth next.
“For forcing you and Steve apart,” he explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and hurt upon hearing his name leave your brother’s mouth.
“I basically told him to end what was going on with the both of you or I’d kick him off the team,” he continued. You shook your head, “There was nothing going on between us anyway.”
“Oh, quit lying to yourself and just accept the fact that you’re in love with him,” Tony retorted, taking a sip of his coffee. Your eyebrow quirked upon hearing his comment and before you could stop yourself, you retorted, “How can I? You were pretty dead set on keeping us away from each other.”
Tony sighed, looking up to meet your eyes. “I know, I said I was sorry,” he said, sadly, “But Pepper practically almost whooped my ass last night, trying to make me realize that you aren’t my baby sister anymore. You’re old enough to live your life without me having to back you up.”
Now it was your turn to sigh. “Couldn’t you have realized that earlier?” you asked, earning a playful shove from your brother. “Shut up. I’m trying to apologize, this is already hard enough,” he whined, ruffling your hair and earning a huff of annoyance from you.
“Apology accepted, asshole,” you giggled, shoving his hand away. Tony laughed before standing up and walking away. “I think someone wants to talk to you,” he pointed out before exiting your room.
Not too long after, Steve sheepishly walked through the door. You felt your heartbeat quicken at the sight of him, even after he said all those mean things to you a few days ago.
“Hey,” you greeted, offering him a tight-lipped smile. You were still sitting on your bed when you realized that you were wearing the sweater he gave you before he left for the mission.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve replied, instantly making you melt. “Can I sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space next to you. You lightly nodded your head to which he automatically responded by slowly taking a seat.
“Listen, (Y/N), I’m so sorry for the things I said the last time we spoke. I didn’t mean any of—“
“I know. It’s okay, I was never mad at you,” you interjected. Steve could almost drop dead right then and there from just the sound of your voice. To him it was like fresh honey, so sweet and smooth that he couldn’t get enough of it. He took this moment to finally meet your eyes for the first time since you fought and as soon as he saw you it was like he was falling in love all over again. Sunlight was lightly peeking through the curtains, subtly illuminating your features as your mouth displayed the softest of smiles.
Without thinking twice, Steve closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours. His hands fell on your waist as he felt your arms wrap around his neck. He could faintly smell the remnants of his perfume on the sweater that was encasing your torso, but he chose to focus on the sweet smell of your conditioner that was seeping from your hair. No words were exchanged, no sounds were made, it was just you and Steve relishing the feeling of being in each others’ hold.
Soon after, Steve felt like he had to say something, anything, because this was one of those moments when you just need to.
“I’m sorry this took so long,” he mumbled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips. He wasn’t apologizing for the fight and you knew that.
You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said to him for the second time today. “At least I have you now.”
It was Steve’s turn to shake his head and this time it was accompanied with a soft laugh. He placed his hands on both sides of your face before pulling you into a much-awaited kiss.
As your lips melded together with his, you heard him mumble against yours, “You always had me.”
A/N: Requests are open! ❤️ Also praying that tags are working bc they seem to be broken for quite some time now (either that or my fics just suck lmao) but a like or a reblog would be greatly appreciated!
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