Avengers: Reader Inserts

My Superhero ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Summary: You and Steve's relationship is fairly new, so you haven't told him everything yet.

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Feeling completely well on any given day was a luxury. It never really mattered what medicine, diet, or amount of essential oil you put on, your joints hurt. End of story. Of course, it wasn't completely random. You had Rheumatoid Arthritis, so there was a reason for it. You just sometimes wished that your arthritis was located in specific joints instead of all of them.

You were currently in your apartment getting ready for your fifth date with none other than Captain America's, Steve Rogers. He was suppose to pick you up in a little more than an hour and, yet, you still couldn't get out of your pj's to shower. Your shoulders were causing you excruciating pain. Trying to take your shirt off was bringing you to tears, each try more unsuccessful than the next.

You were at a loss of what to do. You had yet to inform Steve about your chronic illness due to past experiences. Every other man you had dated, or tried to, quickly left you in the dust after finding out that you would forever be sick and that it would slowly get worse with age. So you had told yourself that you would tell Steve once you were official, even though there was still a chance of heartbreak even then. You just wanted to enjoy this while it lasted.

Steve was so sweet, kind, and gentle towards you. You two had met after he accidentally walked into you about two months ago on the side walk. This was only your five date in that span of time due to the missions he was constantly being called on. Though, the two of you texted or talked on the phone whenever you could.

You were currently sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at the typed up message just waiting to be sent. At this point, canceling the date was your only option. You couldn't change and you had already maxed out on drugs for the night. You sighed, a tear strolling down your cheek, as you pressed sent.

You: Hey, Steve :) I'm so sorry to do this to you at such late of notice, but something's come up and I won't be able to make it today. Sorry :( Can we reschedule?

It didn't take long for Steve to respond.

Steve: hey doll :) is everything okay?

You: Yeah, I'm just not feeling the greatest. But I'll be fine after some much needed rest. How does next Friday sound?

Steve: Next Friday sounds wonderful. But are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything? I could come over and we could stay in for the night. Order food and watch one of the movies I've yet to catch up on.

This man was too good to you. Almost too perfect. But you were too scared. You didn't want to lose him just yet. You were enjoying it too much to be hurt already.

You: I'll be fine, Steve. I just need some rest. You should probably get some too. I'll talk to you later.

He didn't respond. You sighed, laying back on your bed, tensing at the pain in your joints. You closed your eyes, trying to will your pain away, to no avail. Apparently, you had slightly fallen asleep because when a few knocks sounded at your door, you jumped up. Immediately regretting it because of the pain that shot through your joints.

Confused, dazed, and in pain, you shuffled over to the door. You didn't even bother checking the peep hole before opening the door. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor at the sight in front of you. There was Steve, standing there in sweatpants and sweat shirt, your favorite flowers in one hand and two boxes of pizza in the other.