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To put it simply, your job within the Avengers compound was unconventional. When something needed to be taken care of quietly, you were the one they sent in. You were faceless and nameless to the public eye and that made you their secret weapon. Of course, everything was done by the books, but you had a few tricks up your sleeves that gave you access to a whole lot more than Captain Rogers’ rulebook ever would.
When you were originally offered a job at the Avengers’ compound, the last thing you expected was to work in close quarters with the team. Fury had come to you personally when you were caught sneaking into a Hydra base outside of Norway. Well, the word caught is debatable. It was always your intention to run into the Avengers. You knew that they would be infiltrating that particular base next when you hacked into Starks’ AI system. It really was too easy. When you had been “caught” the Avengers had taken you back to New York for interrogation. Fury had tried multiple interrogation tactics, most of them were to get you to admit that you worked for Hydra. However, you did not so you wouldn’t lie to the man. You hated lying.
They held you captive until they could figure out what to do with you. When Dr. Banner suggested to just run a simple polygraph test, the team agreed. It seems that they were running out of options. You passed the test easily without one speck of a lie, and Fury granted you permission to leave and never return to the States, or stay and work for SHEILD.
That was two years ago and you ended up staying to work for SHEILD. The work was simple enough, and the longer you stayed with the agency, the more they seemed to trust you. You even began an interesting friendship with Bucky and Natasha. Perhaps, t’s because you have all had a taste of an assassin’s life. When the team felt comfortable enough with your presence in the compound, they allowed you to join on missions. The missions you were assigned started out with simple hacking jobs. When you grew bored of this, you started to subconsciously fight against your orders, and with each mission, you got a little closer to your targets. Eventually, you were assigned more undercover roles. This lead you to your job now, working as an undercover agent for the Avengers whenever they needed you.
This week’s mission was supposed to be a simple one: spread out for a few nights, collect intel, and regroup at the end of the week. However, things don’t always go to plan. This mission had you working closely with your Captian. Normally, this would be fine, except about four months ago you noticed that you held a particular fondness for America’s Golden Boy. Unfortunately, you hadn’t come to this realization on your own. No, of course not because that would be too simple for your chaotic life. Your best friends, Bucky and Nat, helped you see the light of your little crush.
The issue with them knowing something before you did, was that they would hold it over you for months to come. And you knew that Nat was the mastermind behind this mission’s pairing. So you really had no choice but to continue with your mission, even after the surprise of finding Captain America in your shared hotel room instead of Bucky. It was supposed to be Bucky on this mission. Not Steve.
And of course, this particular mission was one where your body would be the best tool. From the beginning, it was obvious that you had to get close and personal with your mark. To make your situation better, Captain Rogers would be listening to you the whole time, relaying information to you through a small earpiece. You were going to kill Nat and Bucky.
Some part of you was thrilled that Steve would be listening to you moan under a strange man. Another part of you was disgusted with yourself for wanting to see your fearless Captain show some ounce of emotion towards you. He didn’t owe you anything. Yet you couldn’t help but imagine the vein on his forehead straining while he listened to you jack off this pathetic man.
“Almost there,” the man above you whispered. Obviously, there were some performance issues on his part.
Pathetic. The target was the husband to a powerful Hydra captain. You almost pitied his wife for having to deal with someone who spilled secrets over a pair of breasts. However, she was the one who chose to work for the enemy, so you suppose her marriage spoke for itself. If you were able to gain what you needed from him, then getting through to her should be a piece of cake.
"Okay, I’m ready," the man breathed out, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You pull out a condom and hand it over to the stranger. The low static in your ear confirmed that Steve was tuning in just in time. A man is weakest when he is on the cusp of an orgasm.
As much as you wanted this experience to be swift, you thought it might be fun to see how well your good Captain could pay attention. Playing it up a bit should be easy. It’s not like this worthless man could bring you to your climax anyway.
To say Steve was pissed would be a fat understatement. He was fucking livid. He should have known that Romanov was up to something when she said that he was needed in Shangai instead of Barcelona. He was usually the first to hear of any changes to their plans. However, he went along with it because the file folder that Natasha had handed him contained Fury’s stamp of approval on the cover.
His new mission was to help you gain intel from a group of Hydra operatives controlled by a woman named Candice Lee. Thankfully, Lee was married and her husband seemed to be her weak link. This seems like a perfect job for Y/N. When he met Y/N at the assigned hotel, the look of surprise that flashed over her face caught him off guard. Was she expecting someone else? Why did that make him feel uncomfortable?
The mission was going according to plan, and Steve was waiting for you to say if you needed him or not. He sat in a small janitor’s closet with a laptop watching the security camera to make sure you weren’t interrupted. With a full party in swing downstairs, all he had to do was give you a signal if someone decided to look for Lee’s husband. The waiting was getting on his nerves. The only reason he wasn’t inside of that room, beating the man to a pulp, was that you had reminded him of the sensitivity of the case. He had offered to get the job done fast, but you were the one to work out that the husband would not spill information when brute force was involved.
So here he was, crouched on an uncomfortable stool, with a broom handle resting against his side, waiting for you to get on with your part of the job.
It wasn't the first time he'd heard an agent fucking a mark through his earpiece. But it was the first time that it was your voice he was listening to. Your soft sighs, breathless laughs, and the slide of your silk dress falling from your body filled his earpiece. His fist clenched tight against his thigh when you moaned the another man’s name.
Keep it together, Rogers. All he had to do was give you time to get the location of Lee and then this will all be over. All he had to do was wait. And wait…
Surely, he could find some way to pass his time. As soon as he thought he had a distraction, you moaned rather loudly in his ear and he felt his member stir. Shit.
This was the last thing that his body needed to be focusing on right now, but he couldn’t mute his earpiece. What if things got out of hand and you needed him? The torture of listening to you with another man was better than the pain he would feel if you were compromised and killed. Unfortunately, his biology did not agree with the rational side of his brain. Ah, but he could mute his end, couldn’t he?
Their coupling in his ear began to get louder and more heated as the bed began creaking beneath their movements. Would it be so awful for him to enjoy himself too? He had always been good at multitasking. He could watch the cameras while fixing his uncomfortable situation.
"Please, I want you now," the man grunted out, Steve’s mind echoing the exact same sentiment. He could hear you softly laugh then the husband’s low groan as he pushed inside your wet warmth. This caused Steve to growl and clutch at himself harder, imagining your body underneath him as he slid his own length inside of you, filling you up. Losing any sense of modesty that was left, Steve shoved his pants down and began stroking himself roughly in time to the high-pitched moans you were releasing. Of course, he knew you were putting on a show, but the rage he felt for this other man did not subdue. You were not his to touch. He wasn't worthy. You were Steve’s.
Ever since you had joined the team, Steve felt a sense of protectiveness over you. More so than that of the rest of his team. He originally pushed the feeling away and called himself overprotective, but when you had been hurt on one of your first missions, he realized that you were it for him. You were basically a stranger to him, a stranger that had been severally tased on a mission and was sent to medical for an evaluation. Yet, he felt a need to be the one to take the blame for you getting hurt. After that, he was always close by, always keeping tabs on you. So hearing you get fucked by another man was slowly eating away at his patience.
He imagined your body writhing under his which caused him to stroke himself faster. He imagined you wrapping your legs around his firm torso, running his hands up and down your sides while you clutched to his broad back. Your arms would pull him closer and deeper inside of you.
"Harder, please, fuck me harder," you beg. Steve stroked himself harder, feeling his orgasm building up as he concentrated on that sultry voice in his ear. With a deep groan, he came, spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. He lightly scoffed when he realized your plea, this man could not give you what you need. He heard the moaning of both become louder and more desperate, reaching a climax. Well, at least the husband had reached his. Steve was almost certain you were left unsatisfied.
He listened to the silence across the comm, only punctuated by some heavy breathing and then suddenly some breathy laughter. His breathing slowly became more even as he felt his body relax into the wall behind him. He quickly checked the cameras again to make sure you still had enough time. Wow, no one was worried about this piece of shit, were they?
"I hope that was good for you," You murmured and Steve half wondered through his post-orgasm haze if that comment was directed toward himself. Impossible, the comms were muted on his end. There was no way you could have heard what he was up to. Right? Slowly, he pulled the earpiece away from his ear. A green light blinked up at him. Mocking him. Fucking hell, Steve! Instead of muting his side of the comm, he had turned up his volume.
Replacing the earpiece, Steve took a calming breath and listened to the rest of the exchange. He swiftly cleaned himself with a white towel nearby. He would have to deal with the embarrassment of the situation later. You needed his full attention now.
“Can’t you stay a minute longer?” The filth still lay spread out on the bed while you slid your red cocktail dress back up. With your back turned you were able to let your eyes roll freely.
“I have to head back downstairs, but I do have time to do this,” You turn back to him and climb atop of his hips. He smirks at you expecting a round two. So when his eyes widen at the knife you pull on him, you almost laugh.
You lean down so that your lips are next to his ear, “I have a few questions for you. If you answer truthfully, you may walk away from this situation." Lies. "However, if you lie to me, I will take your life.”
“How will you know if I am lying?” He taunted further by pressing his neck into the blade.
Pulling back, you let a smirk slip through, “Because I always know when someone is lying.”
Your eyes must have spoken more than you meant for them to because he took a gulp of air and rested back against the bed.
“Good, see that wasn’t so difficult, now was it? First question, where is your wife?”
The man smirks, “She wasn’t downstairs? I could have sworn I saw her-”
You cut him off with a quick slice to his cheek and gripped his neck with your other hand. His gasp pierced through the air.
“I thought I made myself clear on not lying.” You shook your head disappointedly. Men really are pathetic.
You could hear Steve question what was going on and you could feel your heart skip at his worry. Alright, not all men are pathetic.
“Fine! Fine, she isn't here. She sent me to this stupid fucking party because I am supposed to be her face. Okay? Is that what you want to hear?” He spat.
You pressed the knife further into his thin skin. A few droplets of his blood spilled from the weight against his throat. You hissed, “Where is she?”
His eyes shifted a a greasy smile lit up his face, “Outside.”
You could hear the commotion in your ear. Steve was rushing to get to the room you were in. Lee must have slipped into the blindspots of the security cameras. With one slice, you killed off the pathetic husband and went to open the window on the other side of the room. Quietly, you walked over to the door and waited behind it for Lee to come in.
When the door slowly pushed open and she slipped in, she stared at her husband’s corpse. Her head was tilted in contemplation when you snuck up behind her and pressed the same knife that took her husband’s life to her throat.
“Hello, Agent Y/L/N.”
“Shut up. Where are the rest of your operatives?”
She laughed sharply so you pressed the knife further into her. She quieted down but didn’t stop laughing.
“What, you thought this would be easy, Agent? Did you think I didn’t know you were in here with my husband? By the way, I should thank you. I’ve wanted to do that to him for years.” She gestured to his slit throat.
Catching on, you hit her over the back of the head with the handle of your knife. You pressed on the earpiece, “Steve, it’s a trap!”
A guttural voice came through, “Yeah, I got that.”
Steve had found the rest of the team and was holding them off from coming to retrieve their captain. And kill you.
You tied Lee up and threw her onto the bed next to her deceased husband. Steve needed your help so you didn’t have time to figure out a better option for her. Running out to the hall, you saw Steve holding off five men. His back was to you, so you snuck past him and went for the legs of the operatives.
“Come to join the party?” He laughed.
Smirking you reply, “I would have come sooner, but I had prior engagements.”
Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best response. Steve’s head snapped towards you giving one of these goons enough time to throw a punch and clip the Capitan's jaw. The rage was evident in the way Steve took out his gun and shot the man in the head.
“Holy shit, Steve!” Great, someone definitely would have heard that gunshot. You quickly work together to take out the other men and move back to the room. “What the hell were you thinking?” You yell and you make your way to Lee’s side. She is beginning to wake up so you hit her across the head again.
“I wasn’t thinking.” He grunted and picked Lee up, throwing her over his shoulder.
“Yeah, that much was obvious,” you scoff and roll your eyes. You find the zipline gun on his waistbelt and shoot it across the street to the roof of a building.
After getting Lee sent off with SHIELD agents that were waiting for you at the hotel, you and Steve decide to stay one more night to rest. Your mind keeps going back to his actions throughout the mission. Why was he acting like this? It was textbook jealousy, but he had never acted like this before. He always seemed to be in control. Was it because of his actions while you were with Lee's husband? You really couldn't fault him. It was basic biology and Steve deserved to relieve himself just like any man.
Steve was in the bathroom and you were waiting for your turn in the shower. He tried to give you the shower first, but he had more blood on him than you did. You also expected he might have something else on him still but you kept that thought quiet. When the water shut off, you stood and gathered your pajamas. The door opened and he came out, steam rolling around his figure.
He was wrapped in a towel, “Forgot my clothes.”
You looked him up and down, “Mhm, I’m sure you did.”
Catching onto your snarky reply he moved past you to reach for his bag, “I did.”
Your hand shot out and gripped his arm. His blue eyes met your Y/E/C ones. You moved right up to him so you were slotted against his bare chest.
Moving your lips to his ear you whispered, "You know, I rather liked having you in my ear.”
You pushed yourself off of him and sauntered off to the bathroom.