⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

⍟ Last summer ⍟

Last summer

Pαιrιɴɢ: Pre-serum!Steve Rogers X 40'S!Reader.
Word coυɴт: 663 words.
Sυммαry: The last adventure that Steve and you had.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Fluff, nostalgic.
A/N: This is my entry Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 Follower Celebration!! with the prompt:

"Scenario: Catching fireflies."
"Trope: Last summer together before going separate ways."

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My  native language is  Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in  English if you notice  any mistakes, please let me know and I will  correct them.

I   don't give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other   platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my   graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for   my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

You had known Steve Rogers since you were kids. He lived two doors down from you, and, for as long as you could remember, you and Bucky had been inseparable.

That afternoon, almost evening, you were sitting on the front steps of your house, waiting for Steve to arrive. You had arranged to go out that night, one of the last of the summer. Your parents weren't home, and you had planned a little getaway to the park that used to be your secret hideaway. Finally, you saw him approaching. Steve was walking with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey," you greeted, standing up and walking down the steps to meet him.

"Hi," he replied. You noticed he looked more tired than usual.

"Ready for our last adventure of the summer? "you asked.

"Of course, I am. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

You both walked in silence towards the park, enjoying the noise the crickets were making and the first stars appearing in the dark sky. You walked to the clearing where you used to play as children, a small nook surrounded by tall trees. You sat down on the grassy ground, and Steve plopped down beside you.

"Do you remember the first time we came here?" Steve asked, looking up at the sky.

"Of course you do. You said you found a secret hideaway," you replied, laughing at the memory.

"It was our little refuge from the world," Steve said quietly. "A place where we could be ourselves without being bothered. Hey, you know what I want to do?"

"What? "you asked.

"We're going to catch fireflies like we used to. It will be our last hunt of the summer."

You laughed but nodded. Steve stood up and held out his hand to help you up, and for a moment you stared at him, wondering what you would do without him when he finally left. Together you walked through the park, looking for the little fireflies, running after them, laughing and stumbling in the dark just like when you were kids. Steve caught a firefly in his hands and showed it to you, his face illuminated by the soft green light escaping between his fingers.

"Look, one more for our collection," he said with a smile.

"You're going to let them go, aren't you? "you asked, pretending to be annoyed.

"Of course. I always let them go," he said, and then opened his hands, allowing the firefly to fly free again.

You both lay on the grass, watching the stars as the fireflies flew around them. Finally, after a long silence, Steve spoke.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

You closed your eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to well up.

"I know," you replied, your voice trembling.

"I don't want to leave you," Steve continued, "but I feel it's the right thing to do. I need to do something, something that matters."

"I understand, Steve. I understand more than you know. But I can't help wishing you'd stay."

Steve slowly, slowly leaned toward you, his lips brushing yours sweetly. When you finally parted, you both had tears in your eyes.

"You will always be my home, no matter where I go," Steve commented.

"And you will always be my hero, Steve Rogers," you replied.

You stood there, holding each other under the stars, knowing that this would be your last time together.

When the sun finally began to peek over the horizon, you got up and walked home, holding hands, as you had done many times before. You reached your house, and you stopped at the door, unwilling to let him go.

"I'll write to you every day," Steve promised.

"And I'll wait for you."

You hugged and kissed one last time, and then Steve turned and walked away. You stood there, watching him, until he finally disappeared.

You didn't know it would be the last time you would see each other.