⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

⍟ Love you forever ⍟

Pαιrιɴɢ: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Reader.
Word coυɴт: 580 words. 
Sυммαry: Steve has always loved you.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: None, it's fluff.
A/N: This is my entry to Bella's One Year Anniversary with the topic:

"Love and cuddles."

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 that my fics be posted in 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 were running as fast as you could; you knew that the enemies should not reach you; maybe you should have listened to your instincts and stayed asleep that day, staying next to Steve in bed, watching movies instead of trying to escape.

The signal on the intercoms was failing; you had tried several times to tell Steve your status, but he couldn't seem to hear you, and you heard him in a choppy way. You didn't know if he was okay either, but you wanted to believe he was in the same situation as you or just fine.

Suddenly someone caught you in his arms, and you scrambled, ready to grab your weapon to defend yourself.

"Y/N, calm down; it's me, Steve; I was worried," he said, releasing you a little, and he moved away to make sure you weren't hurt.

"I'm fine, but they were coming after me; we have to hurry before they find us," you commented urgently.

"Who has...?"

"I kept it well; I told you this mission would be a success."

Steve took your hand, and you started running together.

On weekends when you didn't have missions, you sometimes went out, although you usually stayed at home, trying to have a quiet and relaxing day.

You were rearranging some books; you had purchased several in the bookstore the previous month but had not had time to put them in the bookcase. You hummed the song that Steve put in the old stereo; at last, he managed to win the battle with the device. Probably soon. You could teach him to use a more modern or technological one.

"Hey, come here," Steve said from across the living room.

"Any missions?" you asked as you stood up.

"No, but we'd better not talk about it; you don't want us to have any last-minute ones," Steve replied.

You walked up to him, put your arms around his body, and kissed him. He put a hand on your waist once you separated and started to dance slowly. It was very calm music, and he was leading the step.

You loved those moments; it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist and it was just you and Steve in the universe.

You kept dancing for the next two songs. He kissed you, and you put a hand on his face.

"I love these moments with you," you whispered when you finished kissing.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N, no, more like the rest of eternity. I've never been so happy before," Steve confessed.

"Nothing will keep us apart, I promise," you replied.

"Shall we have dinner at the restaurant you showed me the other day?" Steve proposed.

"Today?

"Today we have the day off; what do you say?"

"All right, then, I'll go and get ready."

"No, you're fine like that; you're always beautiful."

"Oh, I won't go to a restaurant dressed like this; I have to get dressed up."

"Steve, did we come here for a special occasion?" "You were very curious; you usually went to restaurants when you wanted to celebrate something special."

"Not exactly," he answered as he looked at the menu.

"I don't understand."

"The only thing I want to celebrate is how happy I am with you."

The night lights of the city accompanied them on their way back; neither of them had believed you could be so happy before you met each other.