"(Y/n)." Scott called out, as he made his way through the cars, looking for an open bonnet. Expecting at any moment to find (Y/n)'s bottom half poking out from inside an engine bay.

Stark's words were still ringing in his ears, and his blood was boiling. Damn Stark always thinking he was the greatest. That he could charm the birds from the trees. Well, Scott was going to show him. Not only was he going to ask (Y/n) out, but he was also going to tell her how he felt, before anyone of the others managed to get there first.

In part, Stark was right. (Y/n) did get him a little mixed up. He did turn into a complete dork when he was around her. But (Y/n) seemed to like him like that. She had always said that she loved his sense of humour. That she found his goofy nature, endearing. Sweet even. That she saw him as a naughty little schoolboy, that you couldn't help but find charming. Scott hoping that all that would result in a yes answer when he finally managed to ask her out.

"(Y/n)!" Scott called out again confused as to why she hadn't answered him. If she wasn't in here, he didn't know where else she could be. He had looked everywhere else, and if Stark and Rogers seemed to believe that this was where she was then..............

The sudden sound of a melodious singing voice cut through the quiet space. Scott smiling as he followed the sound. There was only one person it could be. She always loved to listen to music as she worked. Her headphones cancelling out all distracting sounds as she became one with the music and the engine.

Scott couldn't help but think of (Y/n) as a puzzle. A wonderful mixture of opposites. A beautiful enigma. A conundrum that, he was sure, would take the rest of his life to solve. And he was more than happy to have to do that. To spend the rest of his days discovering something new about her. Her every twist and turn. Scott never believing that he would ever be lucky enough to find himself a woman like that.

As he weaved through Stark's expensive collection of automobiles, she was there. Her hips swaying seductively to the music that only she could hear, as she went about cleaning the of Stark's 1965 Shelby Mustang. Scott was sure that is he were to look up the definition of poetry in motion, there would be a picture of (Y/n) right there. Looking as she was at this moment, her overalls hanging down around her waist. Her singlet covered in black smudges, and her face smeared with oil. Scott knowing that she could be wearing a sack cloth, and she would still have appeared as glorious in his eyes.

He couldn't help but watch her. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips as she suddenly did one of the silly dance moves that he had shown her. A move that he and Cassie would do when they were dancing around his house. (Y/n) singing into the gunked up carburettor as if it were a microphone. Scott reveling in the glory that was the little grease monkey.

"Scott! Jeez. You scared the life out of me." (Y/n) suddenly called out. Scott shaken from his thoughts as he focused on her. Her hand pressed firmly over her heart to stop its violent pounding. Of all people, why did Scott always have to catch her when she looked her worse. (Y/n) sure that he had a nose for seeking her out when she was covered in grot and grime. And why when he did, did he always have to look so damn perfect. So handsome. But then again, Scott always looked that way. Or maybe it was just (Y/n) that thought that. There was something about his silly grin. About that boyish charm and schoolboy sense of humour that she couldn't help but love.

She had always found it a little strange, thought (Y/n) quite readily admitted to being a little strange, that of all the men that she was surrounded by every day, it was Scott that had caught her eye. That whenever he smiled, everything seemed to feel better. That whenever he made one of his dumb jokes, the world was just a nice place to live in. And even though Iron Man, Captain America, the Winter Soldier and a great Norse god could be found wandering the halls of the compound at any given moment. The only one that she ever wanted to bump into, was Scott.

"I don't know how he does it." (Y/n) began, showing Scott the gunked up piece of the engine. Doing her best to hide the soft blush that had come to her cheeks as Scott smiled at her.

"He takes it out for one drive, and it needs a major service. I swear, if he was as hard on his suits as he is on this lady, the old tin can's draws would never get off the ground." (Y/n) added with a chuckle. Carefully placing the carburettor down on the dirty dust sheet, before turning back to look at Scott.

"Please tell me that Stark hasn't sent you to inform me that he's screwed up another car. I don't actually think that I am part of the Avengers any more. I'm just Stark's in house mechanic. He loves the fact that I can get any of these old engines to work. Maybe I should start charging him for my services. God knows he can afford it." (Y/n) said, wiping her dirty hands on an old rag. The blush on her cheeks getting brighter as Scott indicated that she also had some dirt on her face. (Y/n) quickly wiping it away. Her heart beating quicker again, as Scott moved closer to her and looked over the old car's engine, spread out over the floor.

"I don't know how you do it. How you can do anything with these buckets of bolts." Scott chuckled, bending over and picking up three of the sparkplugs. (Y/n) shaking her head as he began to juggle them.

"Because of my father." (Y/n) began, as she closed the bonnet of the old Mustang, and took a seat. Scott stopping his performance so that he could join her.

"My dad always had a thing for engines. For old cars. They were his passion. And I used to sit there watching him while he tinkered with them. Eventually, he started showing me how to take care of them. Explaining that old girls like this, were like any other woman. That if you treat them right, and look after them, then they will do the same for you. That they need to be loved and cared for. The engine like the beating heart of the car. I come down here, and fix these, because it reminds me of all the wonderful times that I had with my father. Of all the silly thing he would do, and how he would make me laugh." (Y/n) explained. Scott not failing to notice as she brushed a tear away from her eye.

"Anyway, what brought you down here, ya big bug?" (Y/n) asked. Obviously wanting to change to subject. Scott knowing that both (Y/n)'s parents had been important physicists, that had been killed by Hydra a number of years before. And that their death had been hard on the younger woman. Scott now not sure whether this was the right time for him to tell her, what he wanted to tell her.

"Oh.......er. Just come to make sure you were ok." Scott lied. His mind suddenly filling with Stark's mocking words. Scott knowing that if he didn't say what he wanted to say, now, then he would probably never hear the last of it.

"No........I.......well I actually came down here to ask you something. To......to tell you something." Scott quickly confessed. (Y/n)'s eyes growing wide as he took her hands in his.

"I think. No, I know that I......I love you, (Y/n). And I was hoping that you might feel the same. That you might want to get a coffee after you've finished here. That you.........." Scott tried to explain. His words cut short as (Y/n)'s lips crashed into his. His eyes fluttering shut as her fingers combed through his hair. The kiss ending all to soon as (Y/n) placed her forehead against his.

"Yes, and yes. I think. No, I know that I love you too, ya big bug. And I would love to go for coffee with you right now. Stark's car can wait. Anyway, he will probably be too busy gloating, and counting his winnings, to notice we're gone. I'm sure that he had his money put on today." (Y/n) chuckled. Scott inwardly groaning as he realised what Stark had done. But knowing that he would have to remember to thank the smug billionaire, later. And shaking his head at the fact that the only person that didn't know about the pool, was him.

"Personally, I had my money on next week. But I'm happy to be a loser this time. Though, in fact, I think that it will turn out, that I'm the biggest winner." (Y/n) added, as she jumped from the bonnet and offered Scott her arm. Scott joining her and placing his hand in the crook of her elbow. The two making their way out of the garage. Scott knowing that now he had her, he would never let his little grease monkey slip through his fingers.