Marvel Women One Shots

Mother (Part 2)- 🤬🥵⚠️(N.R & S.R)

Warnings: Mention of Nonconsensual/Reluctance Sex
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Mother by Charlie Puth- A relationship that is secretly crumbling from the inside. The girlfriend's (Yn) parents perceive the boyfriend (Steve) as someone he is not. They think he is "well mannered" and things of the such. However, their perception of him is based on the facade he puts on when in their presence.

Yn's POV
He's such a nice boy, so well-mannered
He's so much better than the last one you brought around
Please and thank you, everything matters
I'm gonna make sure that she knows I'm the best she's found

Nobody knows. He succeeded in making everyone believe that he was the golden boy. The Armerica's Captain. Even my father thinks he is well-mannered and the best of what I've found and brought back to him. The irony is my father is a spy, the director of Shield, and the founder of Avengers, Nick Fury. I don't understand how can he not see under the facade that Steve puts on when in his presence. And I'm in daughter, adopted, not blood-related, but still. It's like he trusts him more than me.

The moment she walks out that door
I'm not pretending anymore

If your mother knew all of the things that we do
If your mother knew all the things we do
If your mother knew, she'd keep me so far from you
If your mother knew all the things we do

Steve used to be the perfect boyfriend, or at least pretended to be. He regularly brought me out for dates, bought me flowers, showered me with compliments, and comforted me whenever I suffered from bad nightmares. That's how I fell for him in the first place. He was always so patient and attentive to all of my needs. He always knew what I needed before I asked for it. And he was always enthusiastic about spending time with my father whenever we had the same breaks. That's why my father liked him for me. But somewhere along our relationship, he changed.

Being around him is no longer fun. I'm no longer happy around him most of the time, even at our favorite restaurants or a party. I wouldn't say I like it because I don't do well with large crowds. He used to hold my hand and keep me by his side in such situations. But it became common for him to leave me alone while he went around mingling and flirting with other people. I'll be sulking in a corner, picking on my fingers anxiously until someone else comes to my rescue. Which I found more than often was Natasha.

Steve never cared about my dreams. It's like it never mattered to him. I told him my dream was to step back from the frontline and eventually build a family. Once everything was settled was to retire in the quiet countryside peacefully. He told me he loved this idea and couldn't wait to have our kids running around the compound and the countryside house. He even sketched what our house would look like. But along the way, he wasn't as enthusiastic anymore. He says, "Oh, that's nice.", "It's kind of early to start planning.", "I've too many things to do as the captain to step down."

He rarely buys me anything now, not like I need him to. But he rarely does the little things anymore. I know small things are just that—small. But add them up, and they can become a big deal. He always goes for his morning run every morning. He will pass by my favorite cafe around the corner, and he used to buy a cup of coffee or pastries or two back for me. But now, he forgets about it and gets his own, not even anything for the team. Whenever we decide to have a romantic dinner at home or picnic outside the balcony on the compound's roof, he doesn't even bother to offer to bring wine or bread.

We all need some "me-time" in our lives. In fact, he encourages it. But recently, he seemed to learn to use that as an excuse to abandon me in favor of other pursuits. In a perfect world, we would go our separate ways, recharge, and return to share stories about what we did. Unfortunately, life doesn't work this way. We would go our separate ways, return, and resume doing our things separately. He's no longer excited to see me, and vice versa. I find myself excited to see the other person instead. The one that always seems excited to see me, eager to hear what I've done all day without her. She's always rambling about her day and everything she did, promising to bring me along next time.