The Avengers Imagines

Captain America Imagine

You and Captain America had been in a relationship for 2 years, before he left you for a blonde waitress. You recieved news 2 weeks ago, that he had been killed in a nuclear accident. You were sat in a bar, it was 3am, and you were off your head drunk. You missed him, like hell. You ached to feel his strong arms wrap around you, you wanted to smell his scent, see his body when you turned over in bed. You wanted him, and you thought he wanted you.

You were in the same bar he broke up with you in. She used to work here. All his 'Extra late avenger trainings' were him actually meeting her here.

You took another swig of your straight vodka, your vision slowly turning blurry. The bar man took pity on you, and gave you a cup of strong coffee on the house.

You started making your way home. Your apartment was only 2 miles away, but you were used to walking it most days now. The cold morning air was hitting your legs, chilling your whole body. You walked your normal route home, down the alley behind an old pizza joint, but this time, you felt like you were being followed.

You pulled your coat higher, covering your mouth, when someone grabbed you from behind, and placed a cold clammy hand over your mouth. You were still to dizzy to fight back. Who ever this was groped your body roughly, you felt like you were going to be sick. You lay their completley defenseless. The person went to grope you again when he was violently pulled off of you and thrown against the wall.

A blur of blue white and red picked you up, when you passed out.

You woke up in your own bed, in an old hoody and leggings, with your teddy snuggled up beside. You slowly got out of bed, your head killing you, you shouldn't have drank so much.

Memories from last night fled back into your mind. Steve!

You ran round your whole apartment, but their was no sign of him here.

You sighed, and flopped onto your sofa, and you started sobbing violently. Maybe it was just a dream ?

You snuggled up into a ball, and for the whole day, you sat on your sofa, and pigged out on food, watching Jeremy Kyle.

Later that night, their was a knock on your door. It was dark outside and you couldn't see anyone from your window. Slowly you opened the door, to see their were a bunch of red roses, and a box of chocolates.

In the roses was a signed card, saying 'I miss you my little pumpkin'

You stopped. Steve used to call you his little pumpkin.

'My little pumpkin, you always did look good in my jumpers'

You turned round, it was him.

'Hey, don't cry, please, I'm sorry (y/n) i really am. I regret losing you, i really do!'

'Th-they said that you were dead!' You sobbed into his shoulder. His strong arms.

'Baby, i'm not dead, i'm here!' His scent.

'What about her'

'Long gone baby, long gone'