A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for not posting to this series for quite some time. I just realized that I haven't written an imagine since October, so this is a long time coming! The last few months of last year were a whirlwind in my personal life (and I wrote an entirely new book, a Wandaxfem!OC), but I'm back! I plan to finish this book up at 200 imagines (the WattPad limit), and we're at 184. I have a few requests that I recently found, and I have a series (Puppy Heroes) to wrap up. Until then, requests are still closed. Hope you enjoy this LONG overdue request! Sorry to whoever asked for it.

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Request: 6, 9, & 26 with Sam Wilson

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You rap your knuckles quickly against the door, trying to make your gesture louder than the music emanating from inside. It's past midnight, you're in your fuzzy pajamas, and you're not in the mood to deal with extremely loud metal.

"Hey, chicken little! Do you think you could be any louder?"

The volume doesn't lower, and no one answers the door. You bang harder, trying to get his attention.

"Samuel Thomas Wilson!"

None of your childish insults ever phase Sam, but the use of his full name is enough to stop the music and get him to answer the front door. He stares at you with a perplexed expression, then his eyes narrow.

"Chicken little?" he asks. "I thought I told you not to call me that."

You roll your eyes. "And I didn't think you were a metal-head. Why the loud music at three a.m.?"

Sam groans and hangs his head, jerking his thumb towards the door of his neighbor. "I'm pretty sure the new recruit, Wade, is going at it with some...adult films, let's put it that way."

You make a face, but can't help the laugh that slips out when you see Sam's awkward expression. "You wanna get out of here, Wilson?"

He checks his watch. "Isn't it a little late...or early? We're both in pajamas."

You shrug. "I don't care. You're fun to be around when you're not blasting metal. So, do you wanna--?"

"--Absolutely," he breathes, flashing his infamous smile.

Out of excitement, you lean up and press a small kiss to his cheek. When you come to your senses, a slight blush covers your cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't intend to kiss you. It just..."

Sam laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "'S all right. I get it. I'm infatuating."

With another roll of your eyes, you turn with Sam towards the elevator, which will take you both to somewhere more interesting than the Avengers dorms.

"Wait--Did you seriously call me 'chicken little?'"

"Let it go, Sam."