She chose me •Steve Rodgers x reader•

Chapter 10

Smashed glass was scattered everywhere on the floor, from the living room to the kitchen. Things had been thrown across the room and nasty words were exchanged. This felt like the actions of a toddler in the middle of a tantrum but had actually been the responsibility of a adult man.

Joe had left to go to bed while (Y/n) stayed to sweep up the remaining fragments of what was a vase he had bought her for Christmas. She loved it at the time, but now the remains just exerted negative energy, it was better off gone.

Glass cut her hands but it's like she had become numb to it's pain, all she thought of was his words.

You where probably out whoring yourself around for him weren't you.

It's obvious you'd rather stay out and act like an idiot then stay with me, your fiancé.

What would you're father think about your behaviour?

That one hurt the most. Bringing up her dad wasn't necessary but recently he's been doing it more often, it was like his trump card in any argument, his finishing move that would just end her completely.

Not wanting to give him another reason to yell at her, (Y/n) entered the bedroom and silently climbed into her side of the bed, almost falling off the edge to avoid feeling Joe's touch. She closed her eyes attempted to dream away her worries.

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The day had been long and hard and Steve was ready to hit the hay back home. Sam had asked him to stay and hang out for a bit but he was exhausted from all the training with Natasha, she really gave him a run for his money.

As he left the tower, his phone rang in his pocket. Steve took it out and noticed the unknown number, before answering.

"Hello?"

"Captain Rogers?" The familiar voice asked.

"Speaking" he replied, trying to pin where he'd heard the voice before.

"This is Joe Prescott, do you remember me?" Oh Steve remembered, he remembered Joe's death grip on (Y/n) waist and his smart ass face very well.

Steve coughed "Mr Prescott, what can I do for you?" He felt uncomfortable talking to Joe. After everything (Y/n) had told him about their relationship problems, he couldn't help but hold some judgement towards him.

"I'm calling to invite you over for dinner tonight, I would just love to know more about my fiancé's new friend, and (Y/n) will cook up a storm for us, what'd you say?"

Steve hesitated, he was suspicious of Joes invitation, thinking of some, hell, if any  ulterior motive. However none came to mind.

"Does (Y/n) mind? I wouldn't want to impose on your night" He stated, not trusting his kindness.

Joe laughed through the phone "don't worry about (Y/n), I insist alright? Be here for 7, we'll have a few drink and have a good time" he promised.

Steve really contemplated going, he felt in a way this was a set up, that Joe was being the exact person (Y/n) described him not to be, but if it gave him an opportunity to see her, to reassure her that she had a friend close by, then it may just be worth it.