Avengers: Reader Inserts

Most Beautiful ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

 Early on in your relationship with Steve, you expressed how your weight could effect you mentally. You had been teased your whole life about it, told that you'd never amount to anything because of it. That you would never be "pretty enough". You told Steve this when he told you that it was getting too hard to sneak around and that he was time to go public.

When he heard of your insecurities, Steve's heart cracked. He had always believed you were the most beautiful woman in the world, ever since his eyes landed on you. Hearing that you were insecure about your body and that others had even hated on it, killed him.

"Doll," he grabbed both of your hands as a nervous tear ran down your cheek, "I promise that you are the most beautiful person in the world. And that I will tell you that every day, even if some days your mind doesn't let you believe me. I'll still tell you."

And boy, Steve was truly a man of his word. He told you everyday how beautiful you were. If he was on a mission, he texted you or left messages around your apartment at the compound for you to find while he was gone. You had two and a half shoe boxes full of notes and drawings from him under the bed. It always made you smile and feel a little better.

There were still those days that you let your mind get the better of you. They were now few and far between especially since you'd been with Steve.

Today was one of those rare days. Steve was supposed to come home after a week long mission and you wanted to surprise him with a nice homemade dinner. You looked through you closet and decided that you didn't look go in any of the dresses Steve loved to see on you or the dresses you loved on yourself. So you decided to go dress shopping.

That was probably the worst idea for your current mental state. As you searched through the racks of dresses, you couldn't help but feel like the workers and other people looking through the racks were watching you and whispering about you. You and no idea whether it was true or not, but your mind was telling you it was. And it was getting worse with each passing minute.

After seeing a pair of women whispering to each other out of the corner of your eye, you rushed out of the mall. You got back to your car and your hands were trembling, your anxiety growing. You tried to control your labored breaths like you had be taught to, but it was a struggle.

"Come on, Y/N," you whispered to yourself.

Steve always was able to help ground you through episodes like these, but he wasn't here. Eventually you got a handle on it and was able to get yourself back to the compound. Once you were back, you had no energy to cook a dinner or dress up for Steve. Besides, you weren't going to look beautiful in anything you put on. Or at least you believed that currently. You curled up in bed, under the covers, on Steve's side. You stayed straight ahead, completely out of it. Silent tears streamed down your face.

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Steve would never be able to put into words how much he missed you when he was away. You were the reason he continued to fight, so the world was safe for you, and you were on his mind the whole time he was fighting.

"Does Y/N know you're coming back tonight?" Natasha worried from the seat across from Steve.

"Yeah, I was able to let her know," he responded. A goofy grin sprawled across his face. "I can't wait to see her."

"You're so smitten."

"She's the one, Natasha. She's the most wonderful, most beautiful woman in the world. No offense."

"None taken. Being in love is a good look on you, Steve."

"She gives me a reason to fight and a reason to return home."

"We're all happy for you and we love Y/N."

"I know," Steve chuckled. "I think Tony has basically claimed her as his best friend though."

Natasha laughed. "It's just cause he likes how normal she is. She's not an Avengers and sometimes is nice to be reminded about what life is actually like outside of this."

"Yeah... she's really something, huh? I got extremely lucky."

"Yes you did." The quinjet jostled a bit. "Well, looks like we're back." Natasha and Steve stood up as the ramp lowered. "Tell Y/N hello for me."

"I will."

Steve grabbed his bag and shield and headed off the quinjet. His smile grew with every step closer to Y/N he got. When he got to the shared apartment, Steve set it bag and shield by the door and then toed off his boots.

"Doll!" He called. "I'm home." No response. His brows furrowed. "Honey?" He took the needed steps so that he could see the living room and kitchen, not finding Y/N there. "Y/N?"

Steve then went for the bedroom. The sight he came across after coming the door made his heartbreak and guilt crawl up his throat. He shouldn't have left you this long or without more notes and messages from him. Seeing you curled up on his side of the bed, tears falling down your face, was a sight Steve never wished to experience again. He quickly, yet carefully, came up and kneeled in front of you. You were clearly out of it and couldn't notice him in front of you.

"Y/N, sweetheart," he said softly. He brought a hand up and ran his calloused fingers along the side of your cheek. "I'm home."

"Steve?" You rasped, eyes finally coming into focus.

"Yeah, sweetheart, it's me."

"I'm sorry. I was supposed to make dinner and welcome you home."

"It's okay... bad day?"

You nodded. "I don't look good in anything. And I wanted so badly to look good for you and nothing was working. I looked awful in everything."

"I don't believe that. You are beautiful. The most beautiful." His fingers caught your tears.

"Even when I look like this?"

"Especially when you look like this." He leaned in and kissed your nose. "You look absolutely ravishing."

"Ravishing?" You giggled. "That's a new one."

"You like it?"

"I don't know yet."

"I'll try it out a few more times and you just let me know. Okay?"

"Okay?"

"Good." He pecked your lips. "I love you, most beautiful. I'm going to take a shower, alright? Then I'll grab whatever we have in the cupboards and we'll cuddle and watch movies in bed all night."

"That sounds nice."

Steve smiled, gave you one last kiss, and stood up straight. You quickly grabbed his wrist and caught his attention.

"Thank you, Steve," you said softly.

He leaned down and gave you another kiss. "Of course, sweetheart," he said. "Anything for you."