Marvel imagines pt.4

The truth this time pt.3 🌿 Steve (royal AU)

Song: Marco Beltrami - encouraging feedback

WARNING: IT CONTAINS SMUT!

'How is she?' James asks Steve when he finds him sitting in the throne room in the middle of the night.

'She's doing better... I think...'

'It's tough...' James lays a hand on Steve's shoulder, softly squeezing it. 'I can't imagine what you and queen Y/n are going through right now...'

'We were supposed to have a family... we were doing better as a kingdom... Y/n and I were doing better...' he sniffs, unable to keep the emotions in.

He leans his elbows on his knees, making himself as small as he can because that's how he feels in this moment. Tiny and vulnerable.

He chokes up the more he tries to speak, Bucky stops him. 'Take a breath...don't talk if you don't want to Steve...'

Steve does a sharp intake before wiping away some of the tears.

'I can't get the picture out of my head.. she was so pale and then the baby... I... I can't go to sleep without seeing it...' he confesses. 'And I don't know what to do... I have a kingdom to lead...'

'Do not worry about that right now... the situation you are in now demands your attention... your wife needs you by her side...'

'I wish she would talk to me... I wish things could be like old times again when I weren't mean to her and we didn't... we didn't lose the baby...'

'We all wish that Steve but there's no looking back now... we can't change the past...' James speaks softly.

'It's been months... almost a year... and still I can't... we still don't... we don't even talk about it.. and I hate that we're apart all the time...'

'Have you told her that?'

'Yes... and when we do try to talk about it, I see she wants to back out of the conversation.. and she has every right to I mean, I may have lost our child, but she carried the baby, she had to push the baby out and she almost died because of it...all I need is to be close to her again...'

'Stevie...' your voice echoes through the throne room. It's just as broken as his.

James stands up and nods at you. You nod back at him, giving him permission to go. 'Your majesty...' he courtesies before leaving.

Steve immediately tries to cover up the fact that he has been crying. So you stop him. You take his hands in yours.

You sit down next to him on the armrest of his throne. You absentmindedly stroke his hand with your thumb. 'I'm sorry...' You apologise.

'What for? You did nothing wrong-'

'I kept my distance from you before... we bounced back from that and now, I'm doing it again, not on purpose but I had no idea... how this all affected you... and for that I am sorry...'

'I don't blame you... i rather blame myself for this mess...' he lets his body slump back into his throne in defeat.

'Still.. You don't deserve me pushing you away for a second time...' Tears brim your eyes. 'I love you.. and we will get through this as well...'

His hand in yours tightens and he pulls you on top of his lap. 'I love you...' he replies.

Your hands let go off his and move up to his cheeks before settling against his jaw. 'I should talk to you more... I've been selfish...'

'You have not...' His eyes flicker from one eye to the other. 'You could never be selfish...'

You lean in and press your lips to his so suddenly that it takes his breath away. 'I am sorry I-' you stutter but before you can even finish your sentence, he kisses you back feverishly.