Y/n sits in the compound kitchen playing with her bowl of cereal the morning after a rough mission. She had healed many of her teammates throughout it, but the hardest part was healing Steve Rogers. Not because she wasn’t capable, but because every time she was close to him, her stomach flutters and her breath hitches and she feels like she might overheat. She’s had a crush on him ever since she joined the team. She’s was always sarcastic and snarky with everyone, but the moment he would walk in the room, her remarks would hesitate and she would stumble over her words slightly. She loved the way he could command a room, the way his shirts pulled tightly over his chest, the sound of his voice, the way he could pick up a punching bag with one arm like it weighed nothing, the way he’d reach over her to help her pull a mug off the shelf she couldn’t reach, how he looked in a sweater this time of year (Christmas holiday), the way he would compliment her during training not knowing it made her heart skip a beat. Her breath seemed to quicken every time she had to have a conversation with him and it killed her. y/n was always fierce and independent, dangerous, didn’t hesitate on the job, always dominant and in control. But God, she would let him control her. She couldn’t admit out loud even to Nat, her best friend, how much she’d think about what she would let him to her. Fantasizing about him in meetings, her thighs pressing together ever so slightly just to feel some type of relief from the ache he gave her. Daydreaming about him pushing her onto the table after everyone has left and taking her tight there. She would shake her head to get rid of the thoughts. She had no idea that he felt the same way, and he didn’t miss a thing. He watched, he knew. And if he could drag it on, feigning obliviousness when he would do the things he knew drove her crazy, he would. The team was on break for the holidays. No missions or threats, just the Avengers in the compound now decorated with tinsel and a comically large Christmas tree, sometimes having movie nights with hot chocolate, secret santa gift exchanges, and quiet mornings watching the snow fall over the compound. Y/n had no idea her holiday was about to get much more interesting.