Avengers: Reader Inserts

Perfect To Me ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,550ish

Summary: Steve protects you while dress shopping after your mind and two women attack your body image.

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You've never had the best body image for yourself. At any given point in your life, you could always point out something wrong you found with your body. Lately, you felt like you weren't skinny enough, especially compared to your boyfriend. Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America. You had met at Avengers Tower, running into him and spilling your full cup of coffee on him. He quickly offered to replace it, if you'd agree to leave the Tower with him for it. After that, you two were thick as thieves.

Steve never failed to remind you how much you meant to him, how much you were loved by him. And you tried to do the same. There were some days though, that you couldn't understand why Steve was with someone like you. You believed that he should be with someone like those girls on the covers of the magazines, and that definitely wasn't you. Sometimes you'd get in a really bad place with your body image, but Steve would work hard to prove to you that you were perfect in his eyes. No matter how long it took.

The past few weeks, the Avengers had been busy prepping for a gala that they were being asked to host. That meant fancy dress, that everyone needed to look good in. The gala had brought those insecurities inside you back up, but you were determined to deal with it on your own. You didn't want Steve to see you as weak or helpless. It was currently a struggle to do that as you and Steve were shopping for a dress for the gala. All of the dresses were making you sick. Every dress Steve or you would pull from the racks taunted you and your weight. You were currently looking through a rack behind Steve when he called out to you.

"Y/N," his gentle voice called. "How about this one?"

You turned around, suddenly very nervous. The dress in Steve's hands was beautiful though. It was your color, at least that's what Steve called that shade. It was long and clearly meant to show your body's curves. It had a slit up the right side, that you suspected would stop just above your knew. It had one strap, on the left side, holding everything up with a cape attached.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, running the silky fabric through your fingers.

"Why don't you try it on?" Steve held it out for you to take.

You suddenly felt eyes on you. Looking left, out of the corner of your eye, you could see to women watching you. They were clearly models and it was obvious they had been eyeing Steve until he turned to you. A wave of anxiety washed over you, making your hands shaky as you reached for the dress.

"O-okay," you stammered. "I'll be right back."

Steve noticed your change in demeanor quickly and followed you towards the dressing rooms. "I'll be right here waiting. Okay?" You nodded, still shaky. So Steve gently grabbed your wrist, turned you around, and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Let me know if you need any help."

He pressed one more kiss to your lips before guiding you into the dressing room and shutting the door for you. You hung the dress on the hook and nervously stared at it. Not realizing how long you'd been in there and how out of it you were, you jumped at the knock on the door.

"Doll, you okay?" Steve's worried voice came from the other side. "Do you need any help?"

"N-no!" You answered quickly. "I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... I'm sure..."

"I don't-" Steve was cut off by his phone ringing. "It's Fury. I've got to take it. Are you going to be okay if I stepped out for a minute?"