Marvel Imagines

Steve- Target

You rub your eyes with the heel of your palms and sigh softly. You've been getting absolutely no sleep these couple nights. Every time you close your eyes, you see the face of the man you had eliminated earlier that week.

A soft knock at your door startles you. Once you've climbed out of bed and opened the door, Steve gives you a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He said quietly.

"What are you doing up?" You ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "It's 3 am, Steve."

"I know. That's why I wanted to come and ask if you're alright?"

You frown. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I know about the mission. The man you had to take out. He was a murderer, (Y/n)."

"But he had a family," You choke out, wringing your hands together. "He was a father and a husband."

Steve slips into the room and closes the door, then quickly pulls you into his arms.

"He was hurting them. Abusing the wife and kids. You did them a favor."

You squeeze your eyes tightly to keep tears from slipping down your cheeks. "I-I didn't know-"

"I know," Steve murmurs.

"I can't get his face out of my mind. The way he begged me to let him live-"

"Stop it," He pushes you back to give you a stern look. "If you didn't kill him, he would've killed you, and I don't know what I would've done if you had died."

You smile weakly. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because I love you," He swoops you in his arms and carries you to your bed. "Now, let's get some sleep, yeah?"

Finally, after what seemed like months, you fell asleep peacefully wrapped in Steve's arms.