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not alone now

Not alone. A crazy thought for me.

Not alone. Was that really even possible?

Dreykov always told me I was alone. It was pounded into my head like words carved into stone.

It takes time to erase things written in stone. And maybe those words had started to be erased.

"Maybe you do know." I whispered, "maybe I'm not alone."

"Your not." He hugged me tightly.

I snuggled into him. This was love? I liked it.

"I love you." I whispered into him, "I love you more than anything."

"I love you too." He said.

I don't remember getting home. I woke up in my bed. No. Whose was this?

Jeans and white t shirts in the hamper. A leather jacket on the wall. This was Steve's room.

I must have fallen asleep in the alley.

Light peeked through the curtains. Steve must be downstairs.

Dressed in nothing more than sweats and a t shirt I stole from Steve, I went downstairs. I could hear Christmas music playing from the living room. It was only like October though, wasn't it?

I looked at my phone. December 1, 2022
That's definitely not October.

Jack was wearing a Santa hat and red underwear, and Bruce was chasing him with a pair of pants. Natasha and clint were putting lights up in the window, and pepper was stringing lights up on the tree.

"Where's Steve?" I asked. Everyone stopped.

"He hasn't been seen since last night. He brought you in and then left." Tony said, never looking up from his phone. Leave it to him to be strait to the point.

"What?" I whispered, "what- what the hell?! Why-"

"Why are you saying bad words, y/n?" Jack asked.

"Because I'm scared Jack!" I shouted, tears running down my face. I felt bad for yelling at Jack, he was just a little kid. He looked so scared.

I left the room.

"Steve?" I said into the phone, " Steve where are you? Everyone is saying they haven't seen you since last night and- and I'm worried. Call me back when you get this."

I stared at the phone screen. Was he cheating? Was he hurt? Dead?

Last night I really felt like he loved me, but now, I didn't know for sure.

                          🔥Stevey baby❤

                    
                                                                      Steve?
                                          Baby where are you?
                                                                      Steve?

Hours later, he came home. "Hey babe." Steve said coming into my room.

I stood and slapped him across the face, "you've been gone all day and you couldn't find five minutes to answer my calls or texts?!" I screamed in his face, crying, "I've spent all day worrying that you were laying in an alley somewhere dead or hurting!"

"I was visiting a friend." Steve calmly explained, "and I was running around getting Christmas gifts."

"Wow. Super busy." I said sarcastically.

"Y/n please, don't be that way." Steve pleaded.

"Then tell me what was so important that you couldn't answer me!" I said

"I can't." He said.

"Were you cheating on me?" I whispered.

"Wha- no baby why would you think that?!" He lost his cool for the first time, " I would never do that to you!"

"Don't 'baby' me. We said we weren't gonna keep secrets!" I screamed.

"I'm not trying to y/n." Steve said.

"Just leave." I closed my eyes and pointed at the door. "I need some time alone."

He stuttered for a moment, then sighed and left. I sat on my bed and cried into my knees.

Just a little side comment to this story, my character cries so much which is funny that I wrote her because I'm not emotional at all. If you have suggestions on how this should keep going leave it in the comments! All ideas are open!

-cowchic2007