Years before they came Avengers, they were simple friends who met on a sunny New York day. Nothing..nothing more. She met him carrying bags of shopping goods as he drawing pictures of builds as the conversation started.
Laughs filled the air as they exchange numbers and became friends. One day in the park she sat next to watching all the parents with they’re kids and asked, “What would it be like to have one?”
“A baby? Must be nice. You want one?” He said smiling at the families.
“It’s not the worst ideas, they’re honest the most adorable sweet things in the world.”
He chuckles, “And they look at you like your they’re hero. It’s beautiful…what if we had one?”
“Your serious? The twos taking care of a baby? That would be fun.”
“I was thinking adoption, any newborn or close to toddlers stage. We can do that.”
“Let’s do it. We have the money and the stability to have that life.”
The two of them applied within that night after dinner building a new room for the baby. Buying the crib, toys, diapers and clothes. They hoped for a boy and if they’re lucky, maybe get a girl later on.
Weeks, months passed by as they waited until one night the phone rang. Steve picked up the phone, “Hello..yes this is he?…really?…thank you..let us know as soon as possible.” He hung up the phone looking at her, “We got the call. We’re going to be parents.”
Her jaw dropped standing up from the couch, “Shut up! No way!” They pulled each other into a hug getting another call that it would tomorrow.
So as one can imagine, they woke up early and headed over to the adoption agency with a carrier and everything. Once they arrive at the door, Stella’s eyes water in glee seeing the baby boy. The agent handed him over to her as she gently took the baby in her arms.
She was quietly sat down beside Steve who put the bags down. She held him in her arms and gently said, “Hi I’m your mama..yeah your so cute..and tiny.”
The baby boy squirmed a bit taking in the new people as it was Steve’s turn to hold him, “Hey bubba, I’m your daddy..we’ve waited so long to get an angel like you.”
“What should we name him? I was thinking Grey or Everett.”
“That could be his middle name.” He looked down at the baby, “We can name him James or..maybe Luca.”
“Luka Everett Rogers-Strange? Kinda long don’t you think?”
“We can work out the details later. He’s going to be spoiled and definitely with that camera you got me.”
They thought nothing can ruin this cute parent and baby moment until that night with him…
It was 3:00am when Luka woke up crying as the couple groan. Steve tapped her, “It’s your turn…” She rolled over glancing at him replying, “I got him last night, your turn.”
Steve kisses her cheek and got up to change Luka’s diaper as the baby boy cuddled into his father’s arms. The next few night and days have been the same with the pair taking care of they’re bundle of joy.
Stella soon found a trick one morning while getting dressed. She had her son on the bed as she hummed a tune and he listened with big eyes. Luka’s eyes and ears followed the singing of his mother like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Stella sat on the bed noticing Luka’s every movement as she sang and smiled. Steve walked into the room kissing her cheek watching them, “Aww someone loves mama’s singing? Well so does dada.”
Steve and Stella started singing the ‘Winnie The Pooh’ theme song as Luka melted into the sound as his eye lids dropped and fell asleep. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “We are gonna be good parents.”
“Yeah we are.” He replied putting Luka in his crib to rest listening to music. The pair would go the store and get stopped by grandparents saying, “Aw what a lovely family. You and your wife have a beautiful son.”
Stella would chuckle at the marriage comments and reply, “My husband does all the heavy lifting. It’s like I don’t even raise a finger.” She would kiss his Steve’s cheek for dramatic effect as he laughed.
Sometimes they would take the parent roles to seriously and start playing house. Steve would come from behind wrapping his arms around Stella’s waist and whispers, “How is the Mrs doing today?”
She would kiss his cheek and reply, “What do you want? Is it the camera or a kiss?”
“Why not both?” He smirked stealing a kiss from her as she would wrapped her arms around him, “I love playing house.”
“I can tell. I think I like this version of you.” She laughed into his shoulder about to say something else when they heard Luka giggling from afar.
Luka was trying to stand but kept falling on his butt giggling, “Ba! Ma!” Stella played music as Steve held their son up helping him to stand up on his own.
“Good job bubba, your getting there. Can you stand for dada?” He asked blowing raspberries into his cheek as Luka laughed.
Over the years Luka grew into his toddler years and so adorable if you ask anyone who met him. Loving his parents and grandparents, especially going to work with Stephen.
His features became more prominent like his eyes and nose even though he very much looked like his parents. Steve noticed and joked saying he looked like a old friend of his, Bucky and Stella would agree.
Until one night while Luka was at his grandparents house curiosity took the best of the parents. Steve looked over files and search about his biological father while Stella went the scientific route. Then they hit the jackpot…
Steve stayed in shock, “No way, that’s impossible…Bucky’s dead.” He paced around the room trying to wrap his head around it asking, “I saw him fall off the train myself..I know he didn’t survive.”
She tried to calm him down and explain, “Well honey science proves that one way or another our son is biologically related to Bucky…we can’t beat ourselves up over this.” 
They looked at each other knowing that they love they’re child more than anything in the world. The universe chose this to happen, it was fated to be done and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
The weekend passed and Stephen brought Luka over to his parents. He went running into his father’s arm, “Dada! Mama! Gra’pa ‘nd I play doctor! Then we eat cookies we Gra’ma! I love it.”
Steve kissed his cheek, “That’s great bubba! Let’s get you cleaned up for dinner and you can tell me all the little details.”
Luka smiled then looked at his mother, “Mama can I go to Gra’pa and Gra’ma house again? Please!”
“Of course sweetie.” Stella replied, glancing between her solider and her son, “Go wash up with Daddy.”
Steve took their son to get ready for dinner while Stella stayed talking to her father about their weekend discoveries. Her father, Stephen mentioned, “My grandson is so talented and smart, he gets that from you guys.”
She nods, “Yeah I guess he goes. Luka’s a unique boy, he’s a Rogers and a Strange.”
The whole family including the grandparents had dinner telling stories and laughing. Of course, this family had their ups and downs but ones thing for sure, they stayed strong and full of love.
Tangled AU for Stevella bc why not. (Side note I will give Stella a different name until she reveals the real one to Steve)
This is the story of how I died! Well actually it isn’t even my story, it’s about A Lost Prince with magical golden locks but lets go on with it before you leave.
Years before now, a prince was born from a good family but with the powers to heal people with just his hair. He lived a sweet good life until he became 4 and that’s when things happened! Steven would be locked away in the Tower for years and haven’t seen his family or friends because he was taken away. The evil stepfather Red Skull. It was also his 18 birthday and his stepfather left him alone for the weekend.
Elizabeth Strange our girl on the run. She stole the crown from the Royal kingdom of corona and being chase down by a horse until she climbs into a tower. “Alone at least.”
Or so she thought as Steve hits her with a frying pan and Elizabeth wakes up tied up in blonde hair. “Get me out of here?! Who is here there..?” She can hear him until out self a sunkissed man in golden gorgeous locks and a deep purple suit as her eyes smirked.
“Who are you and how did you find me?!” Steven yelled out holding a frying Pan as his Chamaeleon Bucky on his shoulder glaring at the girl.  “Okay Blondy-” Elizabeth said scoffing. “Steven-!” He replied glaring, “Answer me.”
Eventually she told him that she was running away from a few pals of her along with her name. Elizabeth even tempted to flirt and give Steven a charming smile witch in return got threaten with a frying pan twice. “I want to see floating light!” “You mean the lanterns they put out every year for the lost Prince?” “Yes! Your taking me to see them.” “No can do Blondy!”
Soon enough there was an agreement as they went on their way. They went to the snuggly duckling singing “I got a dream” and Elizabeth bit forced into the mess singing even one guy saying her dreamed sucked. 
They were chased down by everyone in the kingdom, fighting then met up a few new people and ended up trapped in the water gasping for air. “We can’t get out and weird screwed!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “I’m no sorry Strange I should’ve never left my tower and I messed up and..”
That’s when she revealing her real name chuckling, “Estella.” “What?” “My real name is Estella Romano. I figured someone should know.” “I have magic that glows when I sing! I have magic hair that glows when I sing!” Steven started singing in his head as his hair glow golden helping them escape.
Estella got out of the water gasping for air in shock, “H-his hair glows?! How does it hair glow?! Why does it glow?!” She looked at Bucky for answers and he shrugged. Steven told him that it isn’t that all his hair can do. They soon found shelter in the woods.
Steven noticed the cut on Estella hand wrapping his hair around it saying, “Whatever you do. Don’t freak out. Alright?” She just nodded in return as Steven sang and his glowed healing the wounds on her hand. “Don’t freak it!” Estella was freaking out a bit but hide it with a laugh, “Freaking out? Who’s freaking out? I’m not freaking out, that was cool actually.”
Chamaeleon Bucky was laughing his little ass off at their reactions while noticing the chemistry between them. Suddenly after Estella left, Red Skull appeared telling Steven that his little girlfriend is a tool and will sell him out soon enough, leaving him the dirt. He refused to believe him and decided on wanting to tell her the truth soon enough instead.
Estella returned smiling, “Am I gonna get super powers because of this? Cause that would be cool.” Steven laughed, “No I don’t think so. But tell me about yourself, why the name change?” She nodded and told him the reason, “I read this book about this beautiful adventure called The Tales of Elizabeth Strange and I decided to use the name..since it made we feel and look cool. It’s stupid but it gave me a purpose in a way since I was a street rat..” He then told her about his hair, “It can’t be cut..if it does, it turns brown and loses its power, never growing back.”
They kept talking and laughing the whole night. Seeing different side of themselves along with their dreams.
The next morning they woke up a horse named Max who was basically ready to beat up Estella but Steven was about to convince them to fight another day since it’s his birthday. As you can imagine they went to the Kingdom and had such an amazing time. They stole cupcakes, braided Steven’s hair, danced and read books in the library.
They ended up dancing and out of breath holding hand blushing like two idiot feeling so many emotions throughout the day.
Later on, it was time for the lanterns to lift up the sky. They stayed on a boat talking about their dreams as Steve asked, “What if this dream isn’t what I always wanted? After that, what then?” Estella smiles taking his hand, “That’s the good things about dreams, you get to make new ones.” Soon enough, the lanterns lit up the sky as the world felt like a beauty of love filling up the time there.
Cue the ‘I See The Light’ scene! Steve and Estella watch the lanterns light up the sky as they sang their hearts away holding hands while Bucky hid his eyes and turned away snickering at the pair.
Steve leaned in to kiss her and Estella followed suit ready but stopped short noticing the goons (Stabling Brothers) from her earlier travel glaring at them. She made them park the boat and Estella went to deliver the crown back to the thugs in exchange a nice night but they knocked her out framing her against the guardsmen. Steve noticed she hadn’t return as him and Bucky got worried as they went searching for her but ended up being taking home by Father Skull after knocking out the goons. It sucked!
Estella woke up chained around to flower with crown in her hands screaming for help as guards were about to lock her up for her crimes. Father Skull took the flowers out of Steven’s hair telling him to not leave again, that he was wrong about loving Estella and that the world is a cruel place. Steven was quiet as he left since he was holding a flower that was wrapped in cloth with a sun on it as he looked around the room. Everything started to click as he muttered walking down the stairs, “I’m the lost Prince..”
We then cut between Estella fighting off the guards along with thugs from the bar who came to help and Steven fighting off Res Skull. Finally Estella run over to The Tower to save Steven but instead is stabbed in the back as the Red Skull chains her while she whines in pain. Steven is worried and upset saying, “For the rest of my life I will fight! I won’t stop trying to get away from you, but if you let me heal her I will go with you!”
Estella screamed for him not too but Steven didn’t listen cupping her face, “You gonna be fine. I’m gonna heal you.” Estella cried out, “N-no Steve I can’t let you do this, I can’t save me..” “And I can’t let you die..not when I can prevent it..”
And unexpectedly Estella took a sharp piece of glass and in one swoop chopped off Steven hair as it turned a dark golden brown. Red Skull yelled out in anger, “What have you done?! What have you done?!” Bucky smirk pulling out a thick bunch of hair making Red Skull trip and fall to his death.
Steven stayed their in shock rushing over to the love of his life holding her asking, “Why did you do that..?” “I couldn’t let you live with him..” She replied slowly dying out and cough, “Y-you were m-my new dream…” Steven smiled softly and sadly said, “You were mine.”
Steven watched her slowly dying feeling his heart break in half and Bucky looked away feeling sorry. Eventually Steven couldn’t hold back anyone as tears fell out and one fell onto Estella cheek sipping into her skin. Suddenly a burst of magic that formed in a flower flew across the room and around them breathing life back into her.
Estella slowly stirred up as her eyes fluttered opened smiling weakly, “..hi.” Steven gasped bursting into the hugest smile, “Stell! Hi.” He pulled her into a hug as they rolled onto the floor one onto of the other chuckling holding onto to each other. Smelling each other’s scent and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. Bucky giggles and smiles teasing the pair happily.
Estella smirked now able to see him better in the light saying, “Have you ever told you, I have a thing for brunettes?” Steven laughed gently grabbing her collar, “Shut up.” Without a moment to reply or even think, Steven pulled her into a passionate long awaiting kiss and she happily returned it wrapped her arms around his neck. 
Hours later they left the god forsaken Tower returning to the Kingdom of Corona happily with Bucky and their new horse Maximus. Steven was returning back home to his parents and they happily brought Estella into their family.
Needless to say, the lost prince returned back to his kingdom bring light and hope into the world, Maximus become a new royal horse, the thief became a knight and the Chamaeleon stayed the same but with more charm.
And if ever wondered, if Steven and I ever got married, well after years and years of asking he finally said yes—Stella! You know how it actually happened—alright honey, I finally said yes. —and they lived happily ever after.
*she turns on the camera she secretly stole from Steve and smiles, “What’s up party people-oh and Rogers please don’t be mad at me for stealing your camera which I brought you! Also hi lovely viewer, I’m Estella Strange your friendly neighborhood doctor and magic user-oh daily reminder drink some water and eat something for god’s sakes! I know you’ll didn’t drink enough water today.”
“Anyways, so! This week at the household has been a little wack-ish. Take a look!”
The camera cuts to Avengers Tower showing everyone in the living room when suddenly Cole burst in though the door yelling, “Which one of y’all fuckers been in my room?! Don’t lie cause I will find out!” Everyone looks around as suddenly Michelle dashes out the door and Cole yells, “I KNEW IT! Rochelle’s your girlfriend is so dead!”
Rochelle responses, “She’s not my girlfriend!” Liane looks at her gasping “HUH?! You two broke up?!”
The redhead rolls her eyes, “You didn’t let me finish! She’s my future wife, just waiting for that proposal-” Liane chuckles rolling her eyes as Cole replied, “Whatever! Your girlfriend or future wife is so dead!”
*cuts back to Stella saying, “Told ya. For some reason everyone has been going into each other’s rooms lately or barging in at unexpected times. Take a look.”
We cut to Thiego cutting open a portal stepping into Cassandra’s room trying to steal some magic books then Cassie catching him as a argument shortly breaks out, then we cut to Jasper barging into the kitchen 3rd wheeling Luna and Rick’s Beauty & The Beast style dinner as the lovebirds blushing embarrassedly.
Liane and Ethan along with Mia and Nikolai accidentally barging Vice versa  while hanging out with their boyfriends as it turns into a fun awkward double date night. We also cut to Castiel going into everyone’s room scaring the shit out everyone! And the list goes on with footage of everyone-
*cut back to her saying, “Yeahhh it wasn’t pretty but at least everyone had fun..I think. Oh! I went skydiving with Sam, I couldn’t film that footage since I was scared shitless! But it was super fun. Before I leave off, some couple of things happened take a look!”
We cut to Rochelle’s starting to show even more and having a sweet baby shower with a few surprising guests, old faces returning and a couple of new face! Then we cut to Rei and Tyler having another stupid conversation while Mia and Nikolai, Michelle and Rochelle, Ethan and Liane stand off to the side eating popcorn watching as if it’s a movie waiting for the climactic moment. We then cut to Melissa and Victor becoming tech besties while everyone also meeting Clay.
We also cut to footage of Thiego dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower as his sister caught it all on video muttering under her breath and jokes, “Someone got some vocals.”
Last but not least we cut to everyone at the small—more like medium sized music festival as Tyler headlines his new songs, “Memorized”, “Breakeven”, “Paralyze” and much more. He even brings Michelle Danvers herself on stage to sing her own new song. Everyone cheering happily.
*Cut back finally to Stella saying, “And that was story of this week or at least what I can capture on this camera” Suddenly you hear Steve’s voice in the hallway yelling, “Has anyone seen my video camera? I can’t find it.” as Nat response, “I think Strange or one of girls has it.”
She hears this and gulp eyes widen turning back to the camera, “Okay I gotta go! Bye guys gotta study for my exams this Friday.” Then the camera turns off until next time and hidden back in the gym room where it originally was.
I hope you like and add onto to the post with everyone stealing the video camera from Steve to film!
Liane: If you want each other so bad why don’t one of you sweep each other off their feet?
Rochelle: *giggling* It wouldn’t hurt to try.
Cassandra: *smirking knowing they’re future and nods* Do it.
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Stella: Hmm~ *grabs Rogers and sweeps him off his feet* Hi~
Steve: Hi~ *scoffs* Did you forgot I have 70 or more pounds on you? You can barley open a pickle jar without my help or Nat. How did you this was gonna go?
Stella: *feeling him getting heavy and straining* I’ve made a mistake. Please get up.
Steve: *smirks snickering* No, I think I want take in WEIGHT of this moment.
Stella: *still trying to keep him in her grasp but failing* You asshole.
Steve: *laughing and kiss her lips quickly* I love you too.
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Liane: *snickering* That work smoothly, I think?
Ethan: I think it did. Good job babe. *kiss her cheek*
Thiego: *trying to keep a straight face* HEY ROGERS HANDS OFF MY SISTER! I will call our my dead brother’s ghost to haunt you in your sleep tonight!
Stephen: *mutters* Both of my children are dramatic..
Luna: Oooh..! *smiles a bit* I-I think it’s cute.
Rick: *nodding in approval*
Brayden: Dangggg mom, you need some ice for that burn-
Luka: *laughing at this* Oh my god-
Tony and Clint: *giggles* Took them long enough, Natasha and Bucky owe us 50 bucks! We win the bet!
Nat: Damn it- *hands him 50 bucks and sighs* -here.
Bucky: *smiling and snickering at the whole thing*
The rest of the gang: FINALLY! We were gonna plan something to get you guys together if you didn’t!
A/N: In honor of Endgames coming out this week, I thought I’d start with a little Steve Rogers imagine. This is pretty much sad. There is only speculation at this point, but we already know we are gonna lose some of our favorite superheroes. Am I the only one who will be a sobbing mess after seeing that movie ? Enjoy, Jaymes.
« Steve? »
Standing on her balcony, he kept on watching the sky.
« I don’t think I can do this anymore, Y/N » He whispered.
« Do what? »
« I’m tired of fighting »
She walked to him, putting a comforting hand on his back.
« Are you expecting me to ask you to stay ? » She muttered.
She could not see the slight smile on his face, a sweet picture of their life together forming in his head, a life they would had if he decided to stay.
« There’s nothing I wish more than to stay here, with you. » He confessed.
« There’s nothing I wish more than for that to be true »
He vehemently turned to look at her, confusion written all over his face.
« Are you saying I’m lying ? » He asked with surprise.
« I don’t think you’re capable of lying, Steve »
« Then what do you mean ? »
« … I know you. Probably more than you know yourself at this point. » She started, her hand slowly stroking his « You’re a soldier, a super soldier. You leave to right the wrong, to fight for the people, to speak for them. You are brave, braver than anybody I’ve ever met, and this bravery will always lead you to a battlefield, not to me »
« That’s not true » He quickly replied.
She simply smiled, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.
« You’re a hero for those people, and they need you now »
« I’m not sure I’m anyone’s hero anymore, Y/N »
« Well at least you can be sure you’ll always be mine »
Watching her closely, he knew she was dead serious. She had always believed in him, sometimes even more than he believed in himself.
« I thought you liked superman » He joked. « Wasn’t you that suggested I should wear a cap like him? »
She planted herself in front of him, firmly, taking his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her eyes before she spoke.
« Not all heroes wear capes, Steve » She whispered, almost like it was a secret. « But they all share one thing in commun »
« Bravery ? » He joked with a small smile.
« Stupidity »
He chuckled, not expecting that answer.
« What is that suppose to mean ? »
« It means you’re not unbreakable. » She muttered. « It means there will be that one final fight, the one you don’t come back from, because whatever happens on the battlefield, you’ll always think of saving people before saving yourself. One day you won’t make it home and I’ll know one of them is alive because you’re dead. »
« Y/N … »
She pursed her lips, trying to hold back a sob.
« You need to hear this before you leave, Steve » She started, her forehead against his, both of their eyes closed. « I love you, with all my heart. That won’t change, ever. You are the best part of me. So when they’ll try to tear you down, think of me, and remember someone is waiting for you home. »
« I will » He promised
He gently leaned in and pulled her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands work their way around his neck, his around her waist. It was slow and soft, as comforting as words would never be. His thumb caressed her cheek as he took a step back. She ran her fingers down his spine, making his shiver. His eyes closed, he swore he’d always remember this moment. He pulled her close, until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest. For a while, not a words were spoken between them, but a story worthy of them was communicated.
« I’m coming home, Y/N » He forcefully answered.
« I know you’ll do your best. I’m gonna miss you, Captain »
« Not as much as I’ll miss you » He smiled.
She dropped her head on his chest, her ear against his heart, the simple sound of it enough to comfort her.
« When I’ll come back, I’ll ask you to marry me » He confessed.
She giggled.
« Aren’t you suppose to keep that a secret until you propose ? »
« I figured conventional was not made for us »
« Then you should probably know I’ll say yes when you’ll ask, so you better make sure you stay alive and in one piece, Captain »
A tear rolled down her cheek when she felt his belly tremble with his laugh. Oh how she would missed this.
« Is that an order ? » He lightly joked.
« Is it » She seriously answered, raising her head to look at him. « Come back to me, Steve »
Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent before he’d have to leave. His thumb gently brushed the tears as he planted his lips on her forehead.
« You know I always will » He muttered, kissing her. « I love you, Y/N »
Her eyes closed, all she could feel was the thick air around her. Though her mind called out for his, he was gone, and finally she knew that time to be alone had come. Standing on the balcony, she kept watching the sky, almost expecting to see a sign he was still here. Profound sadness is all she felt, fatigue engraved on her worn out face after the events of the last couple of days.
« I knew I’d found you here » She heard a voice behind her.
She didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to hide her pain, it was useless. Everyone could see just how broken she was
« Hey, Buck’ » She simply answered.
She heard him coming closer, felt his cold metal hand on her shoulder. He didn’t need to say anything. What she felt, he felt it twice as hard. Her mind was numb, empty. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Where there was once his love, his light, his laugh, was now an aching hollowness.
« I miss him too » The soldier whispered.
She closed her eyes, the tears unwillingly flowing. She could almost picture him, only days ago, standing next to her on this very balcony. Telling her how much he loved her.
« It’s so unfair, Buck »
« I know »
« We were supposed to have more time » She muttered. « He was supposed to come home »
« He fought his way home to you, Y/N. You can be damn sure he tried his best »
She sighed.
« I shouldn’t have let him go » She admitted. « As selfish as it sound, the world could have burnt if it meant for him to stay alive »
« You don’t mean that »
She turned to look at him.
« Why ? Why did it have to be him ? »
« You know why, you know what happened » He answered. « Half of the Avengers in that room behind us wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Steve »
She closed her eyes, turning back to look at the sky.
« I know it hurts, Y/N » He brokenly whispered. « I’ve lost him twice now. But there was no stopping him »
« I knew this would happened » She confessed. « Something was off, I could feel it »
« Nobody could have prevented this »
« My own damn fault for falling in love with Captain America »
She abruptly stood straight
« He was stupid. I told him, all of you superheroes are fools, thinking you can fight without taking a hit. Look where that got us, he’s dead Bucky » Her lips trembled. « Steve is …. he’s dead »
Her sadness was a flowing river, cold and unending. It washed all the goodness out of her and left her a mere shell of what she had once been with him. Bucky didn’t hesitate a second and took his friend in his arms. Wrapping his metal arm around her shoulders, he pulled her closer, gently rubbing her arm. She sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. They were both hurting, they both needed this, needed each other to be able to grief. His arms squeezed harder when he felt her tears on his shoulder.
« He loved you, Y/N. So much »
« How am I suppose to live without him ? » She whispered.
« I’m asking myself the same question. We’ve both lost a part of our family »
He took a step back to look at her.
« But we are gonna get though this. You and me, doll. I’ve got your back »
« I’m sorry you lost him again, Bucky »
The look of sheer pain on his face was enough to break her heart all over again.
« I was lucky enough to find him after 70 years, I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of him » He stated, more to comfort himself than his friend.
She hummed in response, her head turning back to the empty casket full of ashes in the middle of the room.
« Captain America celebration, huh ? » She said, reading the big sign one of the Avenger had placed.
« Tony’s idea. Seemed more fitting than a funeral »
She could see them, all the Avengers, all sitting in that room filled of heavy silence.
« Can you see ? » Bucky asked. « The Avengers started with him, that small punk from Brooklyn wanting to save the world. He showed us what it was like to care, to fight for something you believe in. He opened the way to the other heroes. Can you see, Y/N, that without him, there wouldn’t be anyone in this room ? We exist because a skinny kid believed he could change an entire system. And he did »
« Captain America’s legacy » She answered.
« We are his legacy. He will never be dead, not really. Everything he did for this world, we cary with us. And which each enemy we’ll face in the future, we will keep in head that the first Avenger that led that fight was Captain America and we owe it to him to protect and lead by heart, the way he led us to victory when he gave up his life. This was his endgame, not ours »
« You will make a terrific Captain, Bucky »
« I had a terrific example » He smiled.
Taking a closer look inside the room, she could see just how much he was right. Every soul in there had been touch by Steve Rogers. They had been more than teammates, he had created a family, and despite past differences and new arrivals, she knew the Avengers would cary his soul. She had lost him, but what a lucky ride it was by his side.
« To Steve Rogers » She murmured, raising her glass.
«To Steve Rogers»
I had to take several “breaks” from reading this in order to keep myself from crying since I’m reading this in public.
A/N: In honor of Endgames coming out this week, I thought I’d start with a little Steve Rogers imagine. This is pretty much sad. There is only speculation at this point, but we already know we are gonna lose some of our favorite superheroes. Am I the only one who will be a sobbing mess after seeing that movie ? Enjoy, Jaymes.
« Steve? »
Standing on her balcony, he kept on watching the sky.
« I don’t think I can do this anymore, Y/N » He whispered.
« Do what? »
« I’m tired of fighting »
She walked to him, putting a comforting hand on his back.
« Are you expecting me to ask you to stay ? » She muttered.
She could not see the slight smile on his face, a sweet picture of their life together forming in his head, a life they would had if he decided to stay.
« There’s nothing I wish more than to stay here, with you. » He confessed.
« There’s nothing I wish more than for that to be true »
He vehemently turned to look at her, confusion written all over his face.
« Are you saying I’m lying ? » He asked with surprise.
« I don’t think you’re capable of lying, Steve »
« Then what do you mean ? »
« … I know you. Probably more than you know yourself at this point. » She started, her hand slowly stroking his « You’re a soldier, a super soldier. You leave to right the wrong, to fight for the people, to speak for them. You are brave, braver than anybody I’ve ever met, and this bravery will always lead you to a battlefield, not to me »
« That’s not true » He quickly replied.
She simply smiled, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.
« You’re a hero for those people, and they need you now »
« I’m not sure I’m anyone’s hero anymore, Y/N »
« Well at least you can be sure you’ll always be mine »
Watching her closely, he knew she was dead serious. She had always believed in him, sometimes even more than he believed in himself.
« I thought you liked superman » He joked. « Wasn’t you that suggested I should wear a cap like him? »
She planted herself in front of him, firmly, taking his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her eyes before she spoke.
« Not all heroes wear capes, Steve » She whispered, almost like it was a secret. « But they all share one thing in commun »
« Bravery ? » He joked with a small smile.
« Stupidity »
He chuckled, not expecting that answer.
« What is that suppose to mean ? »
« It means you’re not unbreakable. » She muttered. « It means there will be that one final fight, the one you don’t come back from, because whatever happens on the battlefield, you’ll always think of saving people before saving yourself. One day you won’t make it home and I’ll know one of them is alive because you’re dead. »
« Y/N … »
She pursed her lips, trying to hold back a sob.
« You need to hear this before you leave, Steve » She started, her forehead against his, both of their eyes closed. « I love you, with all my heart. That won’t change, ever. You are the best part of me. So when they’ll try to tear you down, think of me, and remember someone is waiting for you home. »
« I will » He promised
He gently leaned in and pulled her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands work their way around his neck, his around her waist. It was slow and soft, as comforting as words would never be. His thumb caressed her cheek as he took a step back. She ran her fingers down his spine, making his shiver. His eyes closed, he swore he’d always remember this moment. He pulled her close, until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest. For a while, not a words were spoken between them, but a story worthy of them was communicated.
« I’m coming home, Y/N » He forcefully answered.
« I know you’ll do your best. I’m gonna miss you, Captain »
« Not as much as I’ll miss you » He smiled.
She dropped her head on his chest, her ear against his heart, the simple sound of it enough to comfort her.
« When I’ll come back, I’ll ask you to marry me » He confessed.
She giggled.
« Aren’t you suppose to keep that a secret until you propose ? »
« I figured conventional was not made for us »
« Then you should probably know I’ll say yes when you’ll ask, so you better make sure you stay alive and in one piece, Captain »
A tear rolled down her cheek when she felt his belly tremble with his laugh. Oh how she would missed this.
« Is that an order ? » He lightly joked.
« Is it » She seriously answered, raising her head to look at him. « Come back to me, Steve »
Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent before he’d have to leave. His thumb gently brushed the tears as he planted his lips on her forehead.
« You know I always will » He muttered, kissing her. « I love you, Y/N »
Her eyes closed, all she could feel was the thick air around her. Though her mind called out for his, he was gone, and finally she knew that time to be alone had come. Standing on the balcony, she kept watching the sky, almost expecting to see a sign he was still here. Profound sadness is all she felt, fatigue engraved on her worn out face after the events of the last couple of days.
« I knew I’d found you here » She heard a voice behind her.
She didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to hide her pain, it was useless. Everyone could see just how broken she was
« Hey, Buck’ » She simply answered.
She heard him coming closer, felt his cold metal hand on her shoulder. He didn’t need to say anything. What she felt, he felt it twice as hard. Her mind was numb, empty. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Where there was once his love, his light, his laugh, was now an aching hollowness.
« I miss him too » The soldier whispered.
She closed her eyes, the tears unwillingly flowing. She could almost picture him, only days ago, standing next to her on this very balcony. Telling her how much he loved her.
« It’s so unfair, Buck »
« I know »
« We were supposed to have more time » She muttered. « He was supposed to come home »
« He fought his way home to you, Y/N. You can be damn sure he tried his best »
She sighed.
« I shouldn’t have let him go » She admitted. « As selfish as it sound, the world could have burnt if it meant for him to stay alive »
« You don’t mean that »
She turned to look at him.
« Why ? Why did it have to be him ? »
« You know why, you know what happened » He answered. « Half of the Avengers in that room behind us wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Steve »
She closed her eyes, turning back to look at the sky.
« I know it hurts, Y/N » He brokenly whispered. « I’ve lost him twice now. But there was no stopping him »
« I knew this would happened » She confessed. « Something was off, I could feel it »
« Nobody could have prevented this »
« My own damn fault for falling in love with Captain America »
She abruptly stood straight
« He was stupid. I told him, all of you superheroes are fools, thinking you can fight without taking a hit. Look where that got us, he’s dead Bucky » Her lips trembled. « Steve is …. he’s dead »
Her sadness was a flowing river, cold and unending. It washed all the goodness out of her and left her a mere shell of what she had once been with him. Bucky didn’t hesitate a second and took his friend in his arms. Wrapping his metal arm around her shoulders, he pulled her closer, gently rubbing her arm. She sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. They were both hurting, they both needed this, needed each other to be able to grief. His arms squeezed harder when he felt her tears on his shoulder.
« He loved you, Y/N. So much »
« How am I suppose to live without him ? » She whispered.
« I’m asking myself the same question. We’ve both lost a part of our family »
He took a step back to look at her.
« But we are gonna get though this. You and me, doll. I’ve got your back »
« I’m sorry you lost him again, Bucky »
The look of sheer pain on his face was enough to break her heart all over again.
« I was lucky enough to find him after 70 years, I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of him » He stated, more to comfort himself than his friend.
She hummed in response, her head turning back to the empty casket full of ashes in the middle of the room.
« Captain America celebration, huh ? » She said, reading the big sign one of the Avenger had placed.
« Tony’s idea. Seemed more fitting than a funeral »
She could see them, all the Avengers, all sitting in that room filled of heavy silence.
« Can you see ? » Bucky asked. « The Avengers started with him, that small punk from Brooklyn wanting to save the world. He showed us what it was like to care, to fight for something you believe in. He opened the way to the other heroes. Can you see, Y/N, that without him, there wouldn’t be anyone in this room ? We exist because a skinny kid believed he could change an entire system. And he did »
« Captain America’s legacy » She answered.
« We are his legacy. He will never be dead, not really. Everything he did for this world, we cary with us. And which each enemy we’ll face in the future, we will keep in head that the first Avenger that led that fight was Captain America and we owe it to him to protect and lead by heart, the way he led us to victory when he gave up his life. This was his endgame, not ours »
« You will make a terrific Captain, Bucky »
« I had a terrific example » He smiled.
Taking a closer look inside the room, she could see just how much he was right. Every soul in there had been touch by Steve Rogers. They had been more than teammates, he had created a family, and despite past differences and new arrivals, she knew the Avengers would cary his soul. She had lost him, but what a lucky ride it was by his side.
« To Steve Rogers » She murmured, raising her glass.
so i don’t know if you guys are into wattpad five but i love them for the social media format.
i have posted a fic called guilty pleasures. it’s a steve rogers x oc fic.
my oc is maggie stark she is tony’s adopted sister and her twitter is basic a captain america thrust account. after he’s out of the ice they become friends and eventually get together.
this link will take you to my pinterest board for maggie
Summary: You express that you haven’t got in the Christmas spirit for the past few years and Steve makes a great effort to decorate the home you share.
Warning(s): None
A/N: It’s a little short but still very touching to meh lil ol’ heart. Enjoy!
Oh December, a month of both chaos and cheer for most people. A time of holiday cheer and office parties. Well, everyone who wasn’t you of course. You hadn’t felt the holiday spirit in quite some time. Every year, it was the same thing. It was rather a tiring commitment, than a holiday. This didn’t bother you too much otherwise you’d probably be miserable in the cold of snowfall and the scent of pine trees. This year was different. This year, you had the company of one of the cheeriest and jolliest people of them all. Your fiancé, Steve, was completely determined to make this holiday become one of your favorites, as it is to him. All memories of Christmas were always happy moments. Being with you just happened to be one of the happiest moments of all.
“Hey, I’ll be home in an hour. Charlie isn’t giving you too much trouble is he?” You chuckled through the phone. Charlie was your three year old husky, he was an angel…well a messy, hyper, and loud angel, but an angel nonetheless. You actually met Steve while you were walking Charlie through the park. He actually insisted upon walking you home, with it being eleven pm at night. You teased him with the whole captain America thing for awhile, you still do. He didn’t mind, if it meant being a hero in your eyes, it was all the better.
“Of course not,” Steve cleared his throat as he stepped off a ladder, “we’re uh, playing fetch. Why’d you have to work another hour?” His voice clearly one of concern.
“Christmas is coming and I figured if I stayed another hour, I could get the extra pay. I may not be into the whole Christmas thing but a good present for you would be ideal.” You smirk as you tap your fingers along your brown wooden desk. You imagined him in his coat still playing with your dog in the snow. He was truly a child at heart. It had to be one of the greatest things you admired about him.
“You agreed to marry me, I think that’s a gift enough don’t you think?” He teased. He looked up at the house and the tons of strands hanging from it. He smiled excitedly.
Gazing at your diamond band you responded, “Ah yes. You buying me a very expensive engagement ring to make my man hands look prettier is suuuuch a gift to you, Mr. Rogers.” Your eyelashes brushed against your cheeks remembering the beautiful memory.
Steve held the phone with his hand and felt the warmth of your love, even with it being almost below 40 degrees outside. “Well Mrs. Rogers, it was a gift. Don’t speak of your hands that way, they’ve done some great—“
“Steve,” you interrupted while chuckling, “I’m going to have to report you as a hypocrite to your team.” The blush crept to your cheeks. You glanced around to make sure no one was watching you smile like an idiot. Still, only you and two others were in the editing office. You’re a journalist and a pretty good one at that.
“Please no, I beg of you.” He playfully pleaded.
“Alright, I’ll take it into consideration. Just remember, I have Peter on speed dial and he knows how to spread the word,” you eyed the clock and nodded, “Alright, I have to go. I’ll be home soon.”
“Hey,” he looked down at the blanket of snow, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You responded softly.
“Okay, y/n, until we meet again.” He smirked before hanging up. He turned towards the fifteen boxes next to him, then down at Charlie. “We have an hour buddy, let’s make it count.”
That hour had to be the shortest of Steve’s life and he had been in the stickiest of situations before. He used his stealth this time for something other than a high end mission. He grunted as he hung onto the ledge of the roof he was about to fall off of, “Charlie, I sure could use a hand.”
Charlie didn’t give a hand, simply he barked and ran in a circle. Luckily Steve just pulled himself back up and dusted his hands off.
The neighbors glanced up at the roof of the house, watching Steve as he attempted to string lights around the chimney but ran short. He was eyeing the chimney, debating whether or not he should simply jump in. Using his better logic, he decided against it. Remembering this was for you, he pulled himself together, climbed down that ladder, to the garage, and grabbed that extension cord.
Meanwhile, you were finishing off an article about a local aquarium adding king crabs to their exhibit. Yay you. Sighing, you close your laptop and slide it into it’s carrier. As you leave your office, you see desks. These desks were full of tiny little Christmas trees and little trinkets with Holliday sayings. Candy canes and little strings of popcorn. It was getting annoying. Frankly, you were not in the spirit of Christmas. It’s never been your thing. Perhaps it was from lack of celebration growing up, you thought.
Climbing into your car, you turned on the radio to clear your mind, what better than the jingle bells song to blare through the speakers. “Steve is haunting me.” You joked to yourself as you switched the station.
Twenty minutes later, you pull up to your house. The sight absolutely blew your mind. You quickly exit your car and shut the door behind you. Tucking your hands into your pockets you braced the cold and watched Steve appear from the garage. He lifted up his arms, “Hey, you like it?”
Your eyes traveled from one end of the house to the other. Lights flickered beautifully everywhere, I’m a shooting star motion. From the roof to the windows and tree to tree. You hadn’t realized it, but you were smiling like an idiot.
Suddenly Charlie galloped from the back yard and ran towards you. He jumped on you and you gasped, “Charlie! Did you know about this? And you didn’t tell me?” His tail wagged as you rubbed his body. Steve walked towards you and you looked up, “You think that’s enough lights?” You commented sarcastically.
“Ah, there’s never enough lights. I do have more just in case.” He teased and Charlie went running after the bird he seen flying over. You look up at Steve and fold your arms.
“You did all this?” You ask.
“Yep.”
“For me?…” you gently asked.
“Well you…and the electric company. I heard they were running low on cash.” He smiled.
You blinked a few times and wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him close to you. “Thank you. I love it. It’s absolutely beautiful.”
“You’re welcome, doll.”
As you slowly let go, you held onto his gloved hands, “I’m speechless, but…why all this?” You motioned towards the array of illumination.
“Well, I remember you saying that you weren’t exactly keen on the idea of Christmas. I thought I might enlighten you and bring the joy closer to home. Christmas was a big deal in my house growing up. Even if it wasn’t the most expensive decorations. It was lovely and I love you. I just wanted you to naturally come around and I remember the little lights in your apartment so…I arranged something.”
You smiled and pressed your lips to his, “It’s starting to feel a lot like Christmas.” You sang softly as the two of you chuckled.
“Come on, I made hot coco. Come on Charlie!” He called before picking you up by your waist and threw you over his shoulder.
“Steve!” You yelped and laughed stepping into the home you shared.
“You should really visit him Y/N, he asked for you again.”
“Not a chance Sam. You and Bucky might have forgiven him and moved past what he did but I’m not.”
Y/N continued to clean up around her apartment while the super soilder and bird man, well, the new Captain America watched on as she worked.
“Doll, we don’t know how much longer he has here and he’d really like to see you. Yes, what he did was wrong but please, go see him.” Releasing a heavy sigh, Y/N looked over at the both of them. On their way over to her place they had made a deal to not leave until she agreed to go visit her ex lover.
“Fine.”
—
“He’s in here.”
“Thank you.”
Y/N looked at Steve through the little window on the door to his room, silently cursing at Sam and Bucky for even pushing her to do this. The man that was once trapped in a younger body now sat on the bed in a fragile, wrinkled body. Pushing the door open she entered, gaining the old man’s attention.
“Y/N, you came.”
“Steve.”
His voice was much softer now than she had remembered. Standing at the foot of his bed, she stuffed her hands in her pockets with a hard look on her face. Steve was starting to lose hope that he’d ever see her again and he completely understood why she was so adamant against coming to visit him after two and a half months.
“How have you been?”
“Fine.”
“Can you stop with the one worded responses please? I’m trying to have a conversation with you.” Scoffing she moved over to the window, she couldn’t believe him.
“The one time you should have wanted to have a conversation with me, you didn’t. Instead, you talked to Bucky about going back to her and passing down your shield. Tell me Steve, did you care about how I would’ve felt after all of that?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. You got to live the life you always wanted with her and I’m not mad about that. I’m happy that you did but you could’ve told me.”
“You’re right, I should’ve told you before I even went to Bucky about it but I couldn’t look you in the eyes while I ripped your heart to shreds. Could you sit down?” Steve faintly smiled as she sat down in the chair next to bedside.
“I was a coward for not ending us on a good note after so long.”
“For three weeks I’ve been asking myself how could I have been an idiot for not seeing that you weren’t happy in our relationship-”
“I was happy with you Y/N. Every moment that we shared, every minute that we spent side by side on the run after the accords, all of it. You are the best thing that happened in my life.” Y/N cleared her throat looking away from him as her eyes glazed over with fresh tears.
“But when I saw Peggy that day we went back in time I- all my old feelings for her came back and I had so much that I wanted to say to her but I couldn’t, I was only there to get the stone.”
“So you made sure you were the one to return them all so you could change what happened, you took the chance.”
“I did and it wasn’t fair to you. I loved you then and I still love you now, that hasn’t changed a bit but Peggy was the first woman who gave me the time of day.” Steve began coughing and she got up to pour him a glass of water which he gladly took from her to have a few sips.
“Thank you.”
“Was it worth it?”
“We had our dance so yes, I’d say it was.” Steve fondly smiled at the memory of him and Peggy dancing away in the living room of their home.
“Good.” Y/N wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks with the back of her hand and Steve’s heart broke a little seeing just how much damage he’d done to her.
“Could you do me a favour?” He held out his shaky hand and she slipped hers in his. For a moment his blue eyes linked with hers as he spoke.
“Don’t let this keep you from finding someone who truly deserves you. You love hard, you love generously, your heart is massive and pure. Being loved by you has been a privilege and I’m really sorry for taking advantage of that. I hope the next man that makes his way into your heart takes great care of you, cherishes you and loves you unconditionally because you deserve that and more.” Steve meant every word, she’s been through a lot but never once did the way she loved and cared for people change and that was one of the many reasons he feel head over heels in love with her for.
“I need you to promise me that you’ll move on from this.” She nodded but he wasn’t satisfied with her action alone.
“I need to hear you say the words sweetheart.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Also, look out for Bucky after I’m gone. He’s having a hard time adjusting and…” Steve’s words began to be slurred together and his breathing became more shallow than it already was.
“Steve?” Y/N could tell that something was wrong and moved to call one of the caregivers but he squeezed her hand with the remaining strength he had left in his frail body.
“I’ll keep an eye on him. Hey..” Steve’s eye lids became heavy with sleep, he needed to rest but he didn’t want too just yet.
“I love you.” Her lips trembled as more tears flowed from her eyes, he was slipping away and he was definitely fighting to stay awake.
“I know, I love you too. It’s okay Steve, you could let go. We’d all be okay, your days for fighting are over.” Steve took one last look at her through his hooded eyes before shutting his eyes.
Y/N stayed at his bedside holding onto his hand like her life depended on it. He was on his way out and she didn’t plan on leaving him alone so she stayed. She fiddled with his fingers the way she used to when they were together, watching as he took a few more breaths before his last.
The glass he had in his free hand tumbled onto the floor shattering into pieces just like her heart in her chest.
He’s gone.
Her body violently shook from the sobs that wrecked her. Her best friend and lover was now just a memory to keep with her for the rest of her life.
The caregivers that heard the glass fall onto the ground came rushing in to see what was going on only to see Y/N kissing his forehead before pressing hers against his.
