avengers imagines

Steve Rogers- Happier Than Ever

Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, toxic relationships, anxiety, breakdowns

September 18th, 2015

When I'm away from you

The glass was cold against my fingertips, skin pinkening at the touch. I held it there, tracing my index along the line of water, watching the tiny droplets race to the bottom. Stalling.

Finally, one droplet fell from the slippery glass, hurrying to the bottom before the one I had picked even had a chance.

I sighed, smiling before turning away to my small leather notepad flipped open on the table.

I'm happier than ever

Picking up my number two pencil, I scribbled a line on the left side of the paper, under the divided word, lost.

Six losses and two wins. Better luck next time, y/n.

Rolling the pencil to binding of the pages, I settled it in to hold its place, closing the pages tightly while prying my sticky legs from the tiny booth for two.

Squeezing through the tiny slot of the table and seat, I made my way towards the door.

"No show?" A voice called out from behind.

I spun around, facing the small bar with sparkly red stools and white counter tops.

I shrugged.

"It's my fault. I knew he would be busy tonight." I sauntered over to seat myself into one of the stools.

"I mean, between you and me," I looked back into the familiar worker in the eyes, "I was kind of hoping he wouldn't." I smiled sadly, resting my elbows up against the cool finish.

He nodded understandingly.

"Needed some time to yourself?" He raised an eyebrow, searching my hidden look.

"Yeah..." I thought back for a second, "I guess you could say that." Falling into a daze, my eyes fell onto where my notepad laid, fingers hovering over the cover to make my swipes against it like butterflies while I traced his name subconsciously.

Wish I could explain it better
I wish it wasn't true, mmm

I cleared my throat, hopping to my feet and swiping up my notes and ripped-up pages of useless love letters with no love left behind them but a forced feeling. I glanced up at the clock perched on the wall.

To write myself a letter
To tell me what to do, mm-mm

"I should really get going now, I wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting." I headed for the exit.

"Thank you, again for letting me keep you up." I clutched onto my belongings, observing how his chocolate brown skin creased slightly as he smiled, his mossy green eyes crinkling, his hand rubbing his curly hair back and forth in a few motions.

"It's no problem, really. My boyfriends out of town so I got nothing better to do." He teased a grin.

I shot him a mirrored expression before spinning on my heals and pushing at the small bar crossed over the watery glass.

"See you soon?" I looked back as the door moved reluctantly.

"Same shift as always." His look stayed sincere, and so did mine.