Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshots

If Walls Could Talk

Summary: If walls could talk, they would tell you of the rise and fall of your relationship with Steve.

Warning: fluff, minor smut, and angst.

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If walls could talk, they would tell you of the melodious laughter that bounced off the walls.

It didn't take much to make Steve laugh. You were a pretty dorky kind of person compared to Steve's own self-preservation and restraint. Sure, there were times when he'd say or do something that seemed completely out of character for him, but it'd be time when it was only you two, times where he didn't put on an act. Times where he was comfortable with being himself around you.

If walls could talk, they would tell you of the hints of pink and red and the shy smiles.

You're not sure at what point things changed. They just...did. At one point, you saw Steve as a buddy, your best friend, your pal. Then the next, you saw him as potentially more: a boyfriend, a lover, a soulmate.

You two just seemed to fit. It seemed right. When everything else was wrong and dangerous, Steve was right and safe. He was home to you.

Platonic touches turned into soft, intimate ones. Gentle. Cautious. Careful. Safe. Everytime, your skin contacted with his in some way, you'd feel the heat creep up on your cheeks, and you'd see his own turn a shades of pink and red. It was a shy start to something more heated and passionate.

If walls could talk, they would tell you of the breathy moans and the whispered words of affection and passion.

When you and Steve became sexually intimate, it was usually so soft and slow. When his skin pressed against yours, time seemed to slow down. There was love and passion in every kiss, in every touch, in every moan of lust, in every thrust.

The bruised spots on your neck and chest, patterning your skin like you were a leopard, marked him as yours. His own spots matching yours. You're one in the same.

If walls could talk, they would tell you of the first murmurs of love to each other, quiet, delicate.

He knew you loved him and you knew he loved you, yet you two hadn't said it. Nearly seven months into your relationship, there was still some hesitance. For you, it was because you didn't feel enough. For him, it was because he was scared to lose you.

But it happened eventually.

You were caught in the crossfire. You're not trained for the field. You're just the eyes and ears on missions, holing yourself to whatever van or base they set you up in. You weren't trained, but that didn't mean you couldn't help.
You ran out of the safety of the bulletproof van, deciding to help a young woman and her kid sister to safety. That's when a bullet whizzed by, ricocheting off some debris and catching you in the leg.

You cry out, falling face first into the dirt road, yelling for the woman and her young sister to go ahead, to be safe, to be shelter.

Hearing your cries of pain, was enough to get Steve to ditch the HYDRA agents he was fighting and find you instead.

A through and through, but still hurt like a bitch.

After your cradle session with Doctor Cho, you got an earful from Steve. He lectured you about still being a civilian even though you were a SHIELD agent. He continued to scold you on and on until you rolled your eyes and told him to shut up, wanting the comforting arms of your boyfriend instead of being scolded.

He caved, letting the fear and anger roll off his shoulders, dissipating in thin air as he crawled into the bed you now shared. He spooned you from behind, wrapping his arms around you protectively and murmuring into your shoulder, "I could've lost you, and I didn't even get to tell you that I love you."