Steve X Reader - Fourth of July

Steve felt the barrel of the gun against the back of his neck. "(Y/n)?"

He heard her take a step to her right, she was now directly behind him. "Don't do this."

"Sorry Steve," she pulled the trigger. 

He winced, jerking forward as the icy water ran down the back of his shirt. 

She stepped away from him as he swiveled to face her, noting her sly, albeit shaky smile as she backed away slowly. 

"All right, you asked for it!" He shouted, springing up from his chair and rushing towards her. She let out a squeak and fled, running as fast as she could. It wasn't fast enough however as his super soldier speed allowed him to catch her in a matter of strides. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She kicked and flailed, but was no match for his super strength. 

"You're going to pay for that," he growled as he began to tickle her. 

She shrieked and protested between peals of laughter and he grinned at the sound. 

"Okay! Okay! I give up, I'm sorry!" She cried, dropping her weapon. 

He relented with a smile, pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her neck, breathing in the fresh scent of her hair. 

"That's better," he murmured in her ear, the sound sending a small bolt electricity down her spine, straight to her stomach, rousing the familiar butterflies that had taken up residence there sometime in the months she had known the super soldier. 

She turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck, "Yeah, it is."

"How ever can I make it up to you?" She asked somewhat sarcastically, her (e/c) eyes focused on his baby blues. 

"I think a kiss might do the trick," He offered, that oh-so-familiar blush threatening to burn his cheeks once again. 

She pretended to consider his request for a moment, inwardly smiling at how he couldn't even say the word "kiss" without turning pink. Sometimes red. "I think I can do that," she whispered, standing on her toes and touching her lips to his tenderly. His hold on her waist tightened as he drew her closer, wanting nothing more than to keep her near. 

She pulled away slowly, yet making no move to create an excessive quantity of space between them. 

The breath with which she whispered her next words tickled his lips, "Happy Birthday, Steve."

He was about to kiss her again when suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder and rain began to pour from the previously clear sky. 

"Thor!"

"Sorry!" Tony shouted. "He was trying to refill the pool and, um, missed," the billionaire finished his drink, not sounding sorry at all. 

"I'm gonna get him for that," the soldier growled. 

She hummed in amusement, drawing his attention back to her. "You know," she said, "I've always wanted to be kissed in the rain."

"In that case..." He trailed off as he granted her wish. 

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"If you really want to teach Stark a lesson, I still have that water gun..."