"Giggles and Glitter" - A Steve x Reader

Comfort.

"For the last fucking time Y/N, if you don't point that gun right I'll have you left alone in the rubble defenseless" Captain sneered at you. He wasn't usually like this, he was always so upbeat and chill, but this was your 5th training of the day and he was getting tired of you. You struggled to point your gun at the target, shakily pulled the trigger, and missed again. 

 "Take off your armor, get rid of every weapon you own, we don't want to see you around again" he said simply as he took the gun from you. "Captain, I think that was a bit too harsh" you heard from behind, you turned your head to see Steve, the only one who doesn't bully or yell at you, instead he cracks jokes and makes you feel safe. "I don't give two shits if I'm making this pussy cry Steve. This is war, and in war, people die. Killed or be killed or some shit like that" He pointed at you. Tears welled up on your face as you dropped your helmet to the ground and ran off.

 "Hey? Y/N you here? Are you okay?" You looked up to see Steve looking down at you, he smiled a bit and bent down. "Knew you'd be here" He sat next to you. A few seconds of silence passed, you started sobbing again. Steve turned to you concerned and rested his hand on your knee "Hey hey, please don't cry, I'm sure the Captain didn't mean it, he was just probably tired" You turned to him and whispered. "Am I not cut out for this Steve? Am I just going to end up dead sometime soon?" Steve gave it a moment of thought. "Well yea-" He saw you starting to cry a bit more and he shook his head "No! I mean yea but maybe guns just aren't your thing! Maybe you just need a different one! Like a sword or-" He saw that you didn't seem to stop crying. "For fucks sake" he sighed and pulled you into a hug "Please don't cry."

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