Chris and Co. Oneshots

The Wrong Words - Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, tad of fluff.

You didn't really believe in soulmates. There was no way that out of the billions of people of this planet that there was be a perfect person for you. There was definitely no way that they would miraculously find you one day.

When your words first appeared on your bicep your mind was made up. You hated this soulmate thing. So you had a bit a cynical outlook on love, why bother breaking your heart when the person wasn't the one.

You had just gotten back from a mission, sat in the med-bay waiting for someone to sort out your arm. You'd gotten a nasty cut down your bicep, the only upside was that you wished it had gotten rid of those godforsaken words.

"How you feeling?" The medic says finally walking in.

"Like a manic with a knife cut my arm" you sigh leaning back ready for the medic to get to work.

"Well let's sort that shall we" the medic chuckles as he injects anaesthetics into your arm.

"Whats the verdict?" You asks staring up at the ceiling.

"Should heal just fine, your words are fine too" the medic tells you making your groan in annoyance.

"Not a fan of your words?" The medic asks with a laugh.

"Can you blame me? Apparently I hate them before they even say anything? What kinda person have I been matched with!" You exclaim looking over at your arm in distaste where your words were written.

I know you hate me but...

"They might not mean what you think" the medic offers as he wraps up your arm hiding your words from view.

"And what could it possibly mean then?" You ask knowingly.

The medic furrows his brows in thought rubbing his chin. When he doesn't give you an answer you scoff shaking your head as you stood up.

"Let me know when you think of something" you say patting him on the shoulder as you walked out.

***

As much as he loved the idea of soulmates Steve was fairly certain he would die alone. One reason being is that he didn't know if his soulmate was in this century or not. What if he left the poor woman back in the forties? She probably wasn't even around anymore.

There was a small chance that his soulmate was in this century, but he wasn't sure he was supposed to be here so why would she? Steve wasn't one to take someone away from their soulmate too, how could he when he knew they would be happier with someone else.

It also didn't help that his words were not flattering. He was glad his mother never saw them because she would have killed him for having such unflattering words on his skin.

He tried to hide his words from his team for as long as possible too. However there were once spotted by Natasha when his sleeve rode up during a training session. Once tony found out what they were that was it.

Because of course Steve had curse words permanently etched onto his skin.

What the fuck! Watch where you're going asshole!

And for that exact reason he kept his bicep covered at all times.

Him and nat were walking through the Avengers compound after coming back from a recon mission. Nat was rattling off some stats from an iPad, something about some agents and how their mission had gone last week. Apparently it went well, only one injury a minor one though just a cut to the arm.