Request: I would love me some Steve Rogers x Teen!Reader right about now. Mind writing an imagine where the reader is terrified to go to the dentist but she has a killing toothache. She tries to hide it from Steve because she knew if he found out, he would take her to the dentist. Dinner time comes and the dinner is hard shell tacos. If you want, you can add Peter Parker finding out about the readers toothache and the reader fighting with him to not tell Steve. End it how you want. You're perfect ilysm♥♥

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 You rolled around on your bed, moaning in discomfort with a freezing ice pack pressed against your jaw. You were constantly bickering with yourself, telling yourself to tell Steve so he would take you to the dentist, but as soon as the idea of visiting the dentist even popped into your mind, it was an immediate no from you.

 It's been an entire week of pure torture of the terrible throbbing pain that was taking place in the tooth in the far back of your mouth. You've tried everything, applying heat, applying ice packs and taking pain killers. The pain killers helped, but only for a few hours.You've been keeping your toothache a secret from your good friend on the team, Steve Rogers.

 Steve would always be the first one to patch you up whenever you got injured. He'd always check if you were okay on missions, he was the father figure you never had. You feared that you were going to be the only Avenger who was a teenager at first, but luckily you had Peter Parker with you on the team as well.

 You and Peter had a complicated relationship. A few weeks ago, Peter conveyed his feelings towards you, unfortunately, you had to politely deny him and tell him that you only saw him as your partner for missions and nothing more. Peter being the sweetheart he was, he accepted your response and moved on pretty quick.

 You got out of your bed and trudged your way into your bathroom, the ice pack still getting pressed against your jaw. You stood in front of the mirror and put the ice pack on the sink counter. You lean forward and open your mouth. You tried to find a position so you could see down your mouth and into the back, but no position seemed to work.

 Letting out a frustrated grumble, you picked the ice pack back up and put it back in its place. Leaving your bathroom, a sudden knock came to your bedroom door, followed with the sound of Steve's voice.

''Dinners ready (Y/N).'' steve informed. ''We're having tacos!''

You gulped. ''Uhh, hard or soft shelled?''

''When has Buck ever made soft shelled tacos?'' steve snorted. ''Yeah no, hard shelled. You got a problem with that?''

''Just my luck,'' you huffed in displeasure. ''I've got no problem with that Steve. I'll be down in a sec!''

 Steve left your door and headed down to the kitchen. You dropped the ice pack on the ground and kicked it underneath your bed. You take a deep breath and leave your bedroom and to the kitchen. The smell was absolutely magnificent, but when you arrived and saw the hard shell tacos lying on the plastic plates ever so innocently, your throat immediately went dry.

 You casually make your way to your usual spot and sat down. Peter on your right and Bucky on your left with Steve sitting right across from you. Bucky was handing out the plates with five tacos placed on each one.

''I hope you guys are starving,'' bucky said, placing a plate down in front of Peter. ''because I made a lot of hard shelled tacos.''

 Bucky soon placed a plateful of five tacos in front of you. Your eyes widened as you visualized the pain that would come from putting that taco in your mouth. You knew you could just chew on the opposite side but just biting down hurt. Peter went straight for it and began to consume the tacos in five bites or less.

 You sat there patiently drumming your hands on the table and everyone began to eat the tacos. You cringed silently to yourself as you listened to the crunch of every bite Peter took beside you, just hearing people munch on something crunchy made your toothache somehow worsen.

''There's five perfectly non-eaten tacos sitting right in front of you, (Y/N).'' steve sputtered with a mouthful of taco.

''Four.'' peter corrected, reaching over to your plate and swiping one of your tacos away.

 You remained motionless as Peter gobbled down your taco. Steve swallowed and wiped his mouth with his napkin, his forehead creased in confusion.

''You're not fighting with Peter from stealing your food,'' steve identified suspiciously. ''you usually go bonkers when Peter takes your food from your plate.''

''Eh. If he's that hungry, I'm willing to share.''

''Hard shelled tacos is your favorite food (Y/N),'' steve reminded. ''why aren't you eating them?''

''Um, I ate before dinner, sorry,'' you shrugged, acting completely laid-back. ''I ate a bowl of Spaghettio's.. um, right out of the uh, can.''

 The eyes of the entire team glared at you in bewilderment after you said that odd lie. You top it off with an uncomfortable chuckle and scoot out from the table and gave a quick ''thanks for dinner Buck!'' and sped off upstairs and back into your bedroom. Peter took that opportunity and stole your plate of tacos. Everyone moved their weird stares to Peter.

''What?'' peter asked. ''A superheros gotta eat.''

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 Earbuds in your ears and the ice pack still against your jaw, the pain kind of started to actually fade away. The music was soft and soothing, you had your eyes shut and your breathing was relaxed. You probably finally found the cure. Abruptly, your earbuds get ripped right out of your ears. The relaxing music got replaced with the screaming of your usual mission partner, Peter Parker.

''I knew you didn't eat Spaghettio's before dinner!'' he called out jumping up and down, his finger pointing at you. ''Nobody eats Spaghettio's out of the can.''

 You shot up from your bed, leaving the ice pack alone on the bed. Peter dangled the earbuds right in front of you teasingly.

''What are you doing in here Peter!'' you shouted, swiping your earbuds out of his possession and back into yours. ''Did you not see the sign on my door that read Sleeping?''

''You have a toothache don't you.'' he mentioned instantly. ''(Y/N) has a toothache!''

 You scramble off of your bed and throw your hand over Peters mouth. His eyes crinkled as he smiled playfully. He knew that he was right.

''Can you say that phrase a little louder?!'' you shouted angrily. ''And yes, I do, but whatever you do, don't tell Steve okay?''

 Peter nodded and raised his hand up, portraying scouts honor. With a relieved sigh you uncovered his mouth, immediate regret following soon afterwards.

''STEVEEEE!!'' peter screamed loudly. Your eyes widened. ''STEVE WHERE ARE YOU!!!''

 Peter whipped around and bolted out of your bedroom and sprinted down the stairs, persistently screaming Steve's name. You yelled in frustration and began to chase down Peter as he ran down the stairs.

''STEVE! STEVE!! STEVE!!!''

 You were a few steps behind him when you spotted Steve in the living room, which exactly was where Peter was going to next. As exhausted as you were, you continued to sprint after him, hoping that he wouldn't tell Steve. Peter made it into the living room and stood in front of Steve.

''HEY CAP!'' peter called, flailing his arms in the air widely. ''STEVE!!''

''WHAT PETER!!'' steve bellowed. ''I HEARD YOU THE LAST THOUSAND TIMES YELLING MY NAME.''

''I need to tell you something,'' peter huffed, instantly going into cool-off mode. ''(Y/N) has a-''

''NOOOOO!!''

 You violently darted at Peter and tackled him straight to the ground, landing right on top of him. Steve sat there, watching Peter grunting his heart out, trying to squirm out from underneath you. Peter finally found the burst of energy and escaped your grip, sending you onto the ground. In a matter of seconds, you and Peter broke out in a physical fight.

 Steve couldn't help but laugh at you two fighting with each other. The type of fighting you and Peter did was slapping each other and pulling each others hair. Soon enough the tables turned and Peter now had you underneath him. He sat on top of you, all of his weight overtaking you.

''GET OFF ME FATTY!!'' you screamed impatiently. ''I CAN DEFINITELY FEEL THOSE EXTRA TACOS YOU ATE AT DINNER!!''

''AT LEAST I ATE THE DINNER!!'' peter screamed back. ''BUT I'VE GOT YOU UNDERNEATH ME NOW!!''

 Steve blew up with laughter as Peter let out his attempt of an evil laugh. Steve found your comments exceedingly hilarious towards Peter as well. You and Peter began to bicker with each other, harsh words were getting thrown at each other like bullets.

''You two are such siblings,'' steve wheezed. ''(Y/N) is obviously the older sister and Peter is the younger brother.'' steve wiped away a tear of laughter.

After a few deep breaths, Steve fell back into the serious category. ''Alright kiddos, what's all of this about? Why are you two fighting?'' steve asked. ''Did you finally find that anger you were holding up inside when Peter stole that taco from your plate at dinner (Y/N)? Is that why you tackled him?''

''NO!! I DID IT BECAUSE HE WAS GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY TOOTHACHE!!''

 Your eyes indulged as soon as you came to a realization of what just came out of your mouth. Steve now knew about your toothache and what made the situation worse was that it was you who told him. Peter stood up off of you and pointed down at you, screaming a big, ''HA!''

 You flopped over onto your back and threw your hands over your face in regret. The pain that was once gone began to crawl back and linger in the back of your mouth. Steve stood up and walked over to you. He slid his hands into his pockets and hovered over you. His piercing blue eyes stared down at you, your face currently hidden behind your hands.

 You could see his shadow tower over you through the spaces between your fingers. You were too afraid to uncover your face because you had quite the prediction of what was going to happen next.

''(Y/N),'' steve said quietly. ''uncover your face and look at me please.''

You shook your head in denial. ''Uh uh.'' you rejected, acting like a little child. ''I know what you're going to make me do, Steve.''

''(Y/N),'' steve breathed, throwing his head back. ''I'm sure I'm not going to say what you think I'm going to say.''

 With a groan of defeat you slowly slide your hands down your face, soon looking up at a smiling Steve staring down at you. You sit up and he lowers himself to your level.

''Look, if you don't want to go to the dentist, just say that you don't want to go to the de-''

''I don't want to go to the dentist.'' you interrupt quickly. ''Sweet! Thanks for understanding Steve, now, can Bruce make some kind of-''

''No (Y/N),'' steve cut off. ''what I'm saying is, if you don't go to the dentist, and if you don't go to the dentist, it'll only get worse. And if it gets worse, you won't ever be able to eat hard shelled tacos ever again.''

 The thought of no more hard shelled tacos terrified you. Hard shelled tacos was your favorite food, and not being able to eat your favorite food ever again would suck hard.

''Ugh, why are you so good at convincing,'' you groaned in complaint. ''you've got me Steve. I'm in.''

''What?!'' peter squeaked from behind Steve. ''No picking (Y/N) up and dragging her to the dentist like usual?'' peter shouted in disappointment. ''Well, that's another five minutes of my life I'll never get back.''

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