Avengers Males x reader

Steve x SH! Male! Reader

A/N: Here's a sad story. Please vote and comment if you liked the story and don't forget you can always request a story in the comments or dm me, I would really appreciate it.

Warning: Self-harm, blood

Monday, June 14, 2021

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(Y/n) was sitting on his bathroom floor alone thinking about the mission he just came back from. He had left his guard down letting Nat get shot in the side. The male had apologized to the spy, said spy had told him it was fine but to the newest Avenger it wasn't fine.

He felt the tears stream down his face slowly, growing up he was always told something bad was his fault. "I'm so stupid... and worthless... I can't do anything right..." the (h/c) haired male mumbled before letting the negative thoughts take over.

He dug through his drawers finding his hidden razor blade, he cried harder as he slides down onto the cold tiled floor. He looked down at his scarred arm, placing the sharp blade to his skin, starting to cut his skin every time bad thoughts came to his mind. He bit his lip trying to be quiet so that no one heard him sobbing and would want to barge in and see the mess (y/n) was in at the moment.

After what felt like an hour of hurting himself and bringing himself down, he decided it was time to clean up. He washed his arm cleaning off the drizzling blood before wrapping himself up. He cleaned the razor and the small droplets of blood that managed to make it to the hard cold floor. After putting away any evidence of what had just previously occurred. He went into his room changing into comfy clothes, he grabbed a slightly oversized hoodie pulling at the sleeves so they would hide his hands.

After finding some courage (Y/N) slowly made his way down rubbing his slightly puffy red eyes, he heard the team talking about him, "I feel bad for (y/n), he really thinks it's his fault" he heard Nat's soft voice. For (y/n) those words weren't the ones that nestled their way into his mind, instead, the tiny voice told him otherwise. He quickly walked back to his room crawling into his bed hiding under the covers.

"I'll go check on him," Steve spoke standing up and walked towards (y/n)'s room. "Hey (y/n), it's Steve can I come in?" he asked but when the younger male didn't answer, Steve decided to slowly open the door to find a lump in the bed. He closed the door moving to sit next to the hidden male.

"(Y/n), I know you think Nat getting hurt is your fault but it's not" He spoke softly moving the blanket away from the male's body, "It's on-" Steve stated as he grabbed (y/n)'s arm but cut himself off when the male yelled and pulled away.

"Did you get hurt on the mission? (Y/n) let me see." Steve said reaching out for the male's arm but every time Steve moved in (y/n) would move away. Steve was getting a little impatient so he grabbed the male's arm pulling the sleeve up, (y/n) kept protesting, trying to pull away from the famous Captain America. Steve started in shock at the bloodied bandage, "What have you done?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"I'm worthless Steve, I can't do anything right." (Y/n) let out small whimpers as he looked at Steve with teary eyes.

"You're not worthless... not everyone is perfect." He softly said not realizing he was leaning in until he felt (y/n)'s warm lips against his own.