A/N: Hey thank you for requesting it means a lot. Especially now that my schedule is way more lax than it was before. Also I previously posted this before I knew I was shadowbanned but now that issue has been resolved so I am re posting somethings that I posted before I knew I was shadowbanned.
Steve felt sick, he remembers getting sick when he was younger, however this was worse. He felt his stomach twist, his chest tighten, and his entire body felt as heavy as lead.
Laughter filled the reception room as Steve contemplated leaving with an early morning mission as an excuse when suddenly the room went quiet.
“May I present for the first time,” The announcer said, “Mr and Mrs. Barnes.”
Steve could feel his heart drop to his stomach as he saw you and Bucky enter the room. Bucky had the biggest grin on his face as his hand held yours. You looked radiant, the dress you chose flattered you and accentuated the loveliness that was your figure. Your hair had been pinned and adorned with flowers and Steve couldn’t help but think that you looked ethereal, your smile lit up your entire face that gave you a certain glow. However there was a pang of jealousy as he saw how your eyes looked at Bucky like he was the only one in the room, he couldn’t stop the thought of it should be him instead of Bucky.
Steve felt sick, and he knew why.
He watched as your first dance began, the way Bucky was holding you gently to him as you swayed on the dance floor. The way Bucky whispered in your ear as you danced, the way Steve saw you breath him in, looking more in love than he ever saw you.
You were Steve’s once, once Steve held you like that, once Steve warmed your bed and held you at night, once it was Steve that put that starry look in your eye.
But that was a long time ago.
Steve tried to smile and act like his heart wasn’t beating painfully, like he didn’t want to grab you and tell you that while you weren’t his, he was still yours.
Steve downed his drink in one go before continuing to watch you happily sway with your husband, his best friend.
He couldn’t fault Bucky for falling for you, nor could he fault him for marrying you. Bucky deserved to be happy and right now Steve could see he’s the happiest he’s been since the forties when he was with you.
That doesn’t stop the jealous thoughts entering his head, about how Steve should’ve been the one at the altar with you. Steve should’ve been the one who wakes you up every morning and kisses you to sleep at night. Steve should’ve been the one you spent the rest of your life with.
Not Bucky.
But Bucky is the one you’ll do all that with and more.
Not Steve.
As he watches the dance end Steve begins to wonder where it all went wrong between you and him.
Then he remembered.
Peggy Carter.
Steve never should’ve gone back to her, he didn’t even get past knocking on her door before he realized what an idiot he was and made his way back home to you.
When he came back he realized he was too late.
It was four years later and you were engaged to Bucky, you had moved on.
That was a year ago and he wishes he can take it all back, wishes he can be the one for you like you were the one for him.
But he can’t.
So all he can do now is drink, and pretend like he was alright.
The reception went smoothly, people ate, danced, and drank to their heart’s content. There was nothing but laughter and love in the air. Steve downed one glass of whiskey after another for a buzz that never came.
The toasts came and went and when Steve’s turn came to give a toast it felt like he was swallowing nails. Each word hurt, even more so when you smiled at him that bittersweet smile he knew so well now.
Steve retreated back to the bar where he ordered another whiskey, wanting the burn of the liquid to distract him from the pain in his heart. He knew this day was going to hurt, he just didn’t imagine it would hurt this much.
When the party was at its height Steve saw his opportunity to slip away unnoticed. However, things never went to plan.
Steve had just gotten through the front doors of the reception hall before he heard footsteps approaching him.
“Where do you think you’re going punk?” Bucky asked as he made his way to the blonde supersoldier.
“Got an early mission tomorrow so I think I’m gonna call it a night, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill and all so I thought I could sneak out without anyone noticing.” Steve explained, Bucky grabbed the tall man’s shoulder.
“Hey you’re not a buzzkill and you’re our friend of course we would notice if you left before the big announcement.”
“Big announcement?”
“Yeah,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear, “I’m actually glad we’re alone right now because I wanted to tell you one on one.”
“Tell me what?”
“(Y/n)’s pregnant,” Bucky said excitedly, “we’re going to be parents.”
Steve swore he felt the earth stop spinning and time slow down. Steve couldn’t feel anything, the shock still running its course.
“I’m happy for you Buck,” Steve said with a smile.
“I’m happy too Steve,” Bucky said, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. If I knew then what I know now, all the pain and torture would lead to this right here. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Steve congratulated Bucky one last time before Bucky headed back to you.
He was still in shock by the time the crisp night air nipped at him, it didn’t hit him until he passed by the window and he could see the reception from inside. He could see you curled up next to Bucky, your hand unconsciously over your stomach while you drank sparkling water.
Suddenly it felt all too real, he could feel every emotion he had buried since coming back. Everything became too much as he sunk to the ground beside the window, his breathing became erratic as he felt the tears slip past his eyes. He could hardly breathe through the pain.
Steve had been sick plenty of times.
Steve had been injured plenty of times.
Stabbed, shot, injected, and lost so many people he had loved.
But nothing compared to this.
Because Steve had no one to blame but himself.
Steve loved you so much, so much and he tossed it all away.
And there was nothing he could ever do to take it all back.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a story for y’all. I hate to admit it, but life gets in the way sometimes and there’s not much I can do to stop it. Despite life, my love and my thoughts always stayed with my tumblr family as I continued to extend my hiatus far beyond what I ever expected.
Given unmentionable world-wide circumstances, I would like to try and bring a little peace and happiness back to that family!
For as long as circumstances allow, my requests are open Given my goal to spread a little peace and joy, however, I will not be accepting angst requests. Anything and everything else will be accepted, written, and posted within a week.
Summary: After years of silence, you and your ex-best friend Steve start talking again.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Stranger Things fic, but I just had to write it, yanno? This will probably be a series if the first part gets a good reaction. Gosh Steve is so dreamy. Drop requests in my inbox if you have anyyy. I LOVE FEEDBACK, so gimme some!!!!
Also, gif belongs to owner.
You had been Steve Harrington’s across-the-street neighbor your entire life. You grew up riding bikes with him up and down the street, swimming in his pool on hot summer days, and sneaking out after bedtime to tell scary stories and catch fireflies. You were inseparable for the longest time- your parents and his even joked that you’d grow up and get married one day.
But Steve was a year older than you, so when he moved on to middle school while you were still in fifth grade, you grew apart. It wasn’t heartbreaking or anything- it happens. Kids grow apart. By the time you caught up with him in high school, his reputation as King Steve had been built. He was popular, dated all kinds of girls, captain of the basketball team, and had parties nearly every weekend his parents were out of town.
You weren’t like that. You hated big parties. You thought the concept of getting sloshed and screaming all night was idiotic (though you’d never done it before). You focused on your schoolwork, joined the school newspaper and yearbook staff. You and Steve didn’t run in the same circles hardly at all. Occasionally you’d chat in the hallway, but it was never anything important. You interviewed him once for an article regarding the basketball team. He stopped by with a casserole for your mom from his mom. Nothing crazy.
Last you’d heard, Nancy Wheeler had dumped him, after nearly a year of going out, for Jonathan Byers. But it didn’t make any difference to you. You had no feelings for Steve.
But then your car broke down.
“Radiator’s shot,” Said your father after hanging up the phone from his call with the mechanic. You stood in your living room, arms crossed in frustration. You had barely made it home from school today before your car sputtered out and died in the driveway. “Paul says he can’t get the parts for another two weeks.”
You frowned and let out a sigh. Your mom, who stood next to you, placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, sweetie,” She said, then looked at your father. “So how is she going to get to school then, Rob?”
“I can’t take her,” Dad replied - you hated it when your parents talked to each other like you weren’t in the room - “I have to be at work at 7:00.”
The three of you stood there in silence for a moment, all thinking, until your mom spoke up. “Oh, I know! I’ll ask Joanne if Steve can take you!” She grabbed the phone and dialed before you could even say anything.
“Wait, Mom,” You said while she waited for Mrs. Harrington to answer. “Don’t- that’s embarrassing. Steve doesn’t want to drive me to school. He’s-”
Your mom put a hand up to silence you.
“Shh. It’s not like it’s a huge inconvenience, Y/N,” she said, “He lives across the street. You go to the same- Hi, Joanne!” Mom’s voice went up an octave when Mrs. Harrington answered.
Your cheeks turned red just listening to one end of the conversation. You and Steve hadn’t had a real conversation since you were eleven years old. He didn’t want to roll up to school and have you, literally the biggest dork in the world, get out of his car.
These dark thoughts proceeded as your mom continued her conversation, and after a minute or two, hung up the phone. You and Dad looked at her expectantly.
“She says Steve would be delighted to take you to school. See? I told you there was nothing to worry about.” She said.
“Delighted?” you repeated incredulously.
“Well, maybe I flourished a little,” She admitted, grinning like there was nothing wrong at all. “Anyway, he’ll be out front at 7:30 tomorrow. He has basketball practice after school until five, so you need to sit in the gym until he’s done so he can come get you.”
“What-”
“Y/N, he’s doing us a real favor by driving you back and forth. You can wait. It’ll give you some time to do your homework, read, whatever. You’ll be fine.”
Shit.
It was January. School had been back in session from winter break for about a week, but it was still freezing outside. You stood out at the edge of your driveway all bundled up- heavy coat, gloves, scarf, hat, etc, at 7:30, waiting for Steve to come get you. It was so cold you could see your breath when you exhaled.
Where was he?
Finally, a car pulled up to the curb, and the passenger’s window rolled down, revealing good old Steve Harrington with his hands on the wheel. He looked at you, all bundled up, and raised a brow. “You look… warm.”
You got in the car without a reply. You had no intention of making any conversation with Steve- he was just giving you a ride. There was no reason for awkward small talk- this was nothing but temporary, neighborly favor. After buckling up, Steve pulled off. The air was stiff between the two of you, and there was nothing you could really do about it, even if you wanted to. The plan was to power through the World’s Most Awkward Car Ride, then move on with your day. After thirty seconds of agonizing silence, Steve finally turned on the radio. Thank god, you thought, leaning your head against the back of the car seat. The music helped - gave you something else to focus on.
That first car ride was completely silent until you arrived to school. As soon as Steve put it in park, you grabbed your backpack off the floor and rushed to get out. “Hey, wait,” he said abruptly as you started to stand up. You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Practice gets over at 5. Meet me back here then, yeah?” You nodded, then without another word, got up and went inside.
School was a blur. All you could think about was Steve. You convinced yourself it wasn’t for any other reason than you being traumatized after that awkward car ride. You convinced yourself it couldn’t be for anything else. You tried to focus on your assignments and note-takings and projects, but it was difficult. Your mind kept going back to Steve, and how awkward the ride home was going to be. You hated your car for breaking down.
After the final dismissal bell rang, you reported to the gym to sit and watch Steve’s practice. You made yourself as comfortable as possible on the hard wooden bleachers, opening your calculus book in your lap and starting your homework. A few minutes later, the team strolled out of the locker room, all shorts and shirtless, goofing off the way teenage boys do. The coach called their attention, and started off with drills. You would look up every once in awhile, but for the most part just focused on your schoolwork.
About a half an hour later, you had all your homework done, and nothing to occupy your time. In your rush this morning you’d forgotten to pack a book or your Walkman, so basically you were forced to watch their stupid practice. They were doing some sort of shooting exercise, passing the ball to each other and running up and down the court, taking shots and other basketball terms. It was all very boring, but it was all you had. You kept your eyes on Steve, finding it kind of endearing how into it he was.
“Hey, Harrington, looks like the president of your fan club decided to show up,” You heard one of the other boys shout during a water break. The boy pointed at you, and a handful of others laughed. Your face turned slightly red, and you looked down, trying to ignore them.
You heard Steve’s response. “Shut up. I’m giving her a ride home- don’t be a dick, Jacob.”
The practice ended, and you waited in the hallway outside the locker room. He walked out after a few minutes, his long locks slightly wet from either a shower or sweat- you couldn’t tell.
“Hey, Y/N,” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders. You gave him a thin-lipped smile, and the two of you started the walk to his car.
“So what happened with us?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.
“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows. He opened the door for you, and you walked out into the brisk cold.
“You know, us,” He repeated, looking over at you. The wrinkles in his forehead were adamant and demanded an answer. “We used to be really close, Y/N.”
“Yeah, when we were, like, eight,” You said, shrugging. “Now we’re not. You went off and did your whole thing,” You made a gesture with your hand. “And I did mine. No one said we had to be best friends forever.” You offered him a small smile in condolences.
Instead of dropping it, Steve stopped in his tracks. “Wait,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “What ‘whole thing’?” He asked, mimicking the gesture you had made. Was he offended?
“I mean…” You trailed off. “I don’t know, your thing, you know? The whole popular, dating girls, going to parties thing. I don’t know.” You kept walking and Steve followed you.
“And that’s why we stopped being friends?” he asked.
“I guess so,” You said, shrugging again like it was no big deal. And it wasn’t, right? And why was Steve so adamant about finding out what happened? Why did he care so much?
The two of you trekked up the little hill to reach the parking lot, and Steve’s car sat there, waiting for the two of you to get in and end this little adventure. Steve didn’t say anything, and neither did you. Nor did either of you make any move to get in the car. You just stood there, by the passenger’s door, looking at him while he was looking at you.
“Well that sucks,” Steve said after a while. You looked at him, puzzled. “It does, it sucks,” He went on. “I wish you would have said something. I thought you were mad at me or something. I missed hanging out with you, Y/N. Now I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.”
“Yeah, well, we’re different people,” You said rather blatantly. Steve looked at you like he was slightly offended. “Well, we are,” you pointed out, getting in the car. He followed your movement. “You’re the jock with the history and I’m…” You trailed off, hands hovering over the seat belt.
“You’re what?” Steve prompted you to finish. He put the keys in the ignition.
“And I’m not like you, Steve.” You said, buckling in and refusing to look at him the rest of the way home.
The next morning Steve was at your house a half-hour early, and rang the doorbell about a thousand times until you answered it in your pajamas - a tank top with no bra and an old pair of your dad’s flannel pants. “What?” You demanded, arms crossed over your chest and bed head blowing from the freezing air creeping its way inside. You had literally just woken up five minutes ago, and ‘morning person’ was not on your list of attributes.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Steve grinned, his hair blowing in the freezing cold air. You step aside so he could walk in, mostly so you could shut the door. “I”m going to take you to breakfast. Go get dressed.”
“What?” You repeated, eyebrows furrowing so deep you almost struck oil. “No. I’m not going to breakfast with you.” You flat-out refused. Mornings were for coffee and contemplation, not going to breakfast with boys you barely knew anymore.
“Come on, pretty lady,” He teased, flipping a fly-away piece of your hair. You took a step back. How was he so cheerful? First of all, it was seven in the morning, and secondly, you had been kind of harsh to him the night before. He should be furious with you, or at least passive-aggressive. “Let me take you to breakfast. I’m not going to stop talking until you agree to it. Did you watch the basketball game on TV last night? Wow, those Los Angeles Lakers are pretty basket-tastic, huh? I just made up that word just now, it’s a combination of-”
“Fine!” You exclaimed, your eyes growing wide. He grinned again. “Give me five minutes. You’re such a child.”
He took a seat on a chair in the foyer, and you rolled your eyes before marching back upstairs to your room. Quickly you changed into a sweatshirt and jeans, put on a thin layer of makeup, and pull your hair into a ponytail.
You walked back downstairs to find Steve no longer sitting- instead, he was looking at the pictures on the wall in the living room. He was looking at one of you and your old dog, Trixy, before she died a few years ago. You were a freshmen in that picture, kneeling next to the dog in the backyard. Steve hadn’t noticed you standing in the doorway yet, so you took a moment to just study him. He was so different now. You thought he was cool, smooth King Steve. You’d thought for years that he was really intimidating, completely opposite from the boy you played house with growing up. But maybe now he was reverting back to that little boy. Maybe now he was coming down from his rebellious teenager phase and learning how to see good in things again. It was weird looking at him like this- he didn’t know you were there so it was like seeing an animal in its natural habitat.
You cleared your throat after a few moments, and he turned around, cheeks slightly flushed. “Ready?” He asked, taking his keys out of his pocket and twirling them around his finger. You nodded.
“I guess,” You muttered, following him out the door.
You thought he was going to take you to Benny’s (which reopened over Christmas - someone had bought it and it wasn’t nearly as good) or that one restaurant downtown. But then Steve started driving towards the Interstate, away from town. “Where are we going?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.
Steve looked over at you for a moment before moving his eyes back to the road. “I’m taking you to breakfast,” He said, like there was nothing weird about the fact that they were leaving town.
“No, you’re abducting me,” You retorted, looking at him like he was a psychopath. “We can’t leave town to get breakfast, we’re going to miss school.”
“You don’t think I know that, Little Miss Honor Roll?” Steve glanced over at you again. Why did your heart race a little faster when that happened? “We’re not going to school, genius.”
“I didn’t agree to that,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Turn the car around, Steve. I can’t skip.”
“Yes, you can,” He insisted, smiling at you for a second. “For once in your life, give in to a little peer pressure, yeah?”
You rolled your eyes. “What are you going to say when they call our parents?” You asked.
“They won’t,” He said. “I called the school twice - pretending be either of our fathers and said we were sick. They won’t be expecting us today- I like that sweatshirt, by the way. Your dad go to IU?”
“No, I want to though,” You said, glancing down at the Indiana University logo on your sweatshirt. You shook your head, realizing he was getting you off topic. “You pretended to be my dad on the phone?”
“Yeah, wasn’t hard.They should really be careful, someone’s going to abuse how easy it is to fool the receptionist one of these days.”
“You’re an idiot.”
He drove to Terre Haute, which was a bigger city about twenty minutes from Hawkins on the highway. You listened to the radio on the way there and didn’t talk much. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as it was yesterday. And you actually felt… comfortable. It was strange, but seemed kind of natural, actually. You and Steve. Hanging out like you used to. Well, not exactly like you used to, because you weren’t eleven anymore. But similar.
Steve picked this little diner near a truck stop area and you found a little table in the corner, sitting across from him and looking at him studiously. He was so weird. Did he hit his head?
“So, you’re not mad at me?” You asked after the waitress took your drink order. Steve looked up from his watch. “About last night?” You pressed. “I was kind of a bitch.”
“No,” He shook his head, his hair bouncing along. “You weren’t a bitch. You were honest. And it didn’t kind of hurt, but at the same time, it was refreshing. Not many people just give it to me straight, you know? Sometimes I feel like people are walking on eggshells around me so much and I just like it when people are just straightforward and honest.”
“Right,” you shook your head. He really was an idiot. You didn’t know how to talk to him. “So this isn’t just some plot to get me alone so you can murder me?”
“Nah,” Steve shrugged, flashing you a thin-lipped smile. “I just wanted to hang out with you. Yesterday made me realize how much I missed. How much I missed and how much I missed you.”
“Missed me?” You repeated, feeling your heart start to thud. “That’s dumb. You didn’t miss me. We were just kids then.”
“You were my best friend for like ten years, Y/N,” Steve said. “I missed you. Yeah. I did. Deal with it.”
The rest of breakfast was catching up. He told you how he got into basketball and asked you questions about the school newspaper and what you were interested in. He said what he was interested in and talked about his breakup with Nancy and how it never actually happened. She’d never even said anything to him about it, just started dating Jonathan like nothing even happened with Steve. You felt bad for him, but he seemed like he was alright now. He was laughing and making jokes and being a goofball. And you started to agree with him - you missed him. And that scared the shit out of you.
Summary:You patch things up with Steve, but will Laurie take you back?
Word Count: 1300
Warnings:Language, fluff, angst.
A/N:Well, this is not my best, but I still like this one. Hope you guys do too! Also, not my gif. Credit to the owner. You know the drill.
He answered after one ring. “Hello?” God, you missed his voice.
“Steve,” you breathed, tears still streaming down your face. It was like a dam had broken and now your eyes were flooded. Your voice was shaking, and you had to speak quietly so you wouldn’t cry anymore. “It’s me.”
It was quiet on his end for a moment or two, and then you heard him sigh. Was he relieved? “Thank God.” He said breathlessly, and you could almost picture him running his hands through his hair.
“And you’re sure?” Steve asked for about the thousandth time.
“Yes,” You insisted, grabbing his hands. You stood in your living room, by the front door. As soon as Steve had walked in you had rushed over to him. “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be hard, but I’d rather see you a little bit at a time then not at all.” You laced your fingers together with his.
He grinned slowly, his eyes nearly sparkling as he looked down at you. You could almost hear the ocean when you looked in his eyes. “Okay?” you said after he didn’t say anything, squeezing his hands gently to make sure he was still alive.
“Okay,” he chuckled, bending down slightly to kiss you. You helped him fill the space by standing just slightly on your toes, your lips meeting in the middle. God, I missed this, you thought, moving your lips against his. Soon his hands let go of yours and traveled to your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, not opening your eyes or breaking the connection between him for one second. He lifted you up off the ground and spun you around for a second, causing you to giggle into his mouth.
Finally he set you down, and you parted, grinning at him with slightly flushed cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you said, pulling him more into your apartment.
“I missed you too, doll,” he replied, chuckling. “I thought about coming into the store a few times, and buying a phone case again. But I figured you would need your space.”
You smiled as you remembered the first time you had met him. You just knew him as Captain America then, this man who fought to protect the world and had been frozen for like, a hundred years (not a hundred, but you didn’t know the exact number). But now, you knew him as Steve, this kind, wonderful, amazing man who swept you off your feet and made you feel so happy, and safe, and invincible.
You spent the night holed up in your apartment with Steve, catching up on the last month you’d missed with him. He told you what he could about all the missions he’d been on, and shared a few stories of being recognized in public. You told him about your fight with Laurie, and how you felt so guilty about leaving things the way they were with her.
“Well, then, you have to talk to her,” Steve said. You were sitting on the couch with him now, talking. He reached over and brushed your hair behind your ears. “You guys have been friends too long just to let it fizzle out like that.”
You thought it was sweet how much he cared, and moved so that you weren’t facing him anymore; instead, your back was pressed against his chest, legs extending across the couch. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and you could feel his chest rising and falling- steady and sure.
“You’re probably right,” you sighed, closing your eyes. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow,” you promised, letting out a yawn. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
You stood in front of Laurie’s apartment, an olive branch in hand. Not an actual olive branch, but a peace offering of sorts. It was a plastic bag full of Laurie’s favorite candy and makeup from work. You glanced down at your phone. A text from Steve helped you work up the courage to knock.
You can do this, doll. Just talk to her.
-Steve
You took in a deep breath, and, with your free hand, knocked on the door.
After a few moments, Laurie answered. She frowned when she saw it was you, and just stood there. She didn’t say anything, just stared at you with her arms crossed over her chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I, uh, I brought you this,” you said, handing her the bag. She glanced down in to it and, after moments of consideration, allowed you to come inside.
“I’m sorry I was such an asshole,” you spoke again, biting your lip. “I shouldn’t have taken all my frustrations with Steve out on you, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was being a bad friend, and you were being a good friend by calling me out on my bullshit.”
You sighed. You’d said your piece, and now all you had to do was wait for Laurie to forgive you… or decide she never wanted to see you again.
After minutes- literally, minutes- of agonizing silence, Laurie rolled her eyes. “You swear you’re done acting like a lunatic?” she asked, looking at you.
“Yes,” you said, smiling softly. “Yes. Lunacy over. They’ve released me from the asylum.”
“Well, then, get over here, you dumb-ass,” Laurie said, opening her arms. You stepped forward and hugged your best friend, feeling all the pieces finally fall into place.
After the hug, you and Laurie spent the evening watching your favorite movies, quoting the lines you knew so well. She ordered Thai food and pizza and you pigged out with her on food you didn’t need, but damn did it taste good. You split a bottle of wine with her and sang stupid songs at the top of your lungs, and you were so happy to have your best friend back.
The next day, you met with Steve at the grocery store. He only had an hour to spare today to see you, and you had to go shopping for the week before you went to work. You spotted the faded blue baseball cap and knew it was him.
Holding the basket in one hand and Steve’s hand in the other, the two of you walked down the aisles and you occasionally would toss something in the basket. You held a conversation with your boyfriend, talking to him about stuff that didn’t really matter. Then finally, as you approached the produce section, he brought up something that did matter.
“So, Stark- Tony, I mean - is hosting this big, stupid party to celebrate the Avengers being together for three years,” he said, and you chuckled to yourself. “What?” He asked, nudging you with his shoulder.
“That’s so sweet,” you said, grabbing an apple and putting it in the basket. “It’s like an anniversary party. An Aveng-iversary.” You laughed, because you thought you were hilarious.
Steve didn’t. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You are insane,” he said, scoffing at you lightly. “But as I was saying, he’s having this big party, and he told us we could invite whoever we want. And I want you.” He stopped, then scrunched his face slightly. “To be there. I want you to come with me. It’s next Saturday. Can you make it?”
You thought of the work schedule and after a moment or two, nodded. “Yeah, I can make it,” You said, grinning.
“Good,” He said, kissing the side of your head. “Cause my coworkers can’t wait to meet you.”
“Coworkers?” You scoffed. “You mean, the rest of the Avengers?”
Steve nodded, and it dawned on you. A night meeting the rest of the Avengers? Holy shit. You were in trouble.
Hey, I don’t know if you would want to write that but just an idea that crossed my mind. Reader is on the more administrative and diplomatic kind of thing, like relations with the UN… The avengers don’t understand why they need her or the amount of work and stress she is under… I don’t know if that would interest you or what ship would be good with that, it’s mostly an idea
You weren’t egotistical enough to think you could singe-handedly change the world but you wanted to a part of the change. You wanted to be one of the people that broke on of the spokes on the wheel and stopped the endless cycle of corruption. You wanted to stand up for the little guy. It’s why you studied politics, why you moved to Washington and took on unpaid internships, fetched coffee for bastard politicians and made sure to schedule their dinners with their wives and their mistresses on different evenings, never overlapping.
You needed to be in the game before you could really start playing you told yourself. Keep your head down, work hard, don’t make any noise until you’re in a position where they have to listen.
But your years of patience didn’t pay off, they seeped into your bones, making you brittle and bitter.
A/N: This is my attempt to write something for @buckysforeverprincess Hop Into Spring 3K Celebration - you deserve double the followers! My prompt is in bold below
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: corny jokes abound!
Word Count: 940
You had first met Steve at Tony’s New Year’s Eve party after they had saved NYC, and the world, from an alien invasion. Your boss had insisted on your presence, even though you would have been just as happy at home on your couch with your French bulldog. Steve had somehow spotted you and introduced himself with the corniest joke. “What does a fish say when it runs into a wall?”
“Excuse me?” you had asked with a tiny smirk. His blue eyes sparkled as he asked again. “I don’t know. What does a fish say when it runs into a wall?”
Bucky, holding two ice cones: hey Steve because everyone is back from the snap I thought we could spend some time together, you know catch up and stuff. Here I bought you an ice-
Bucky:
Bucky: what are you doing?
Steve, preparing to go back to Peggy: sorry I’m busy
Bucky: but I thought-
Steve: Yeah listen it was nice and all but I have to go. Have a nice life, Bucket.
