𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝟏𝟏) 𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞

"Don't let go," I shouted as my hand was tight around Steve's.

We were on a mission, and things went south. Steve was currently on the edge of a cliff, my grip the only thing keeping him from falling as the wind roared around us. (just pretend that Y/N can hold him up lmao)

I huffed as my arm was growing tired and sore, but I was not going to let go any time soon. Steve's gaze was on mine, his brows furrowed as he watched me.

"You can let go," he whispered, and my eyes widened.

"What?- No. No way- you're crazy, Steve," my voice panicked, my fingers turning white from the grip I had on his hand.

"Hey, it's okay," he said softly before pushing off, letting go of my hand and falling.

"Steve," I shouted as I shot up from my bed, the blanket slipping, revealing myself to the crisp air.

My breathing was sharp, each intake of oxygen heavier than the other as I attempted to slow my racing thoughts. My throat was dry as I sat up on my bed, beads of sweat layered on my forehead before I wiped them away.

It was only after a couple of seconds, my heartbeat throbbing in my ears, until soft knocking broke my concentration. My eyes averted to the wood, my mind still in shock, and my hands shaking slightly. The door slowly opened, and even in the dark, I could tell it was Steve who peered through the open gap.

"Steve," I gasped, my voice croaked as he fully opened the door and stood in my room, closing the door behind him.

I sniffed before pulling the covers off and getting out of bed, my movements stiff and choppy as I made my way to him. From the natural lighting shining through my window, I could make out the worried expression he had on his face as I stood in front of him.

I met his sky blue eyes, them searching my own for signs of pain or fear before pulling me into a soft embrace, his arms wrapping securely around my back. My head rested against his chest, his scent filling me with a sense of comfort I didn't know I loved so much until now.

"I'm here," he whispered, slowly trailing one of his hands up and down my back in circular motions.

I nodded before allowing whatever needed escaping out. Hot tears escaped my eyes as I sobbed onto his shirt, wetting the material.

"It's okay," he said softly, his arms tight around me, keeping me firm against him as I cried.

We stood in the dark for a while, allowing the air of the night to flow around us as we stood together until my sobbing had calmed, and only the odd sniff was occasional.

Steve pulled back, his gaze on me once again. "Another nightmare?" He asked.

Steve knew of my reoccurring problem. Night terrors were something that would keep me up a lot, usually ending up in tears most nights.

I'd tried speaking to therapists and psychiatrists about the problem, but whatever they suggested to do never seemed to calm my mind from having them. The only thing that would work was Steve.

Something about him just calmed me fully. There had been days when I'd ended up sleeping in his arms as he lulled me to sleep, and those were the days and nights I got the most sleep, warm and safe in his comfort.

There was always something about him that lured me close. Maybe it was his personality and how sweet and caring he was, or maybe his looks and how I may or may not have sneaked a couple glances of him shirtless, but none the less, Steve was my safe heaven.

Part of me liked how open Steve was when I would get nightmares, how he would be right by my side when I needed him -as our rooms were right next to each other, and most nights he would hear my screaming- but, I always felt bad that he lost sleep over me, just for the same thing to happen again the next night. He would never complain, though.

"Mhm," I mumble. "The same one."

The idea of losing Steve would constantly play in my head, and most of my nightmares were about him. It never seemed to bother Steve, nor would he question why they were about himself.

I let my mind run for a little, my eyes staring to the floor until Steve's hand caressed my cheek. My eyes locked with his before I looked away, an embarrassed blush creeping up my cheeks at how close we were.

Yes, I did get feelings for the super soldier. How could I not? He was the most heartwarming and nicest person to exist and had a heart of gold that could light a path to anywhere. Steve was so open for anything, and he would always try his best to make me happy and to make sure I felt loved.

"You know you can talk to me," his voice filled the comfortable silence we shared, his thumb rubbing over my cheek in a caring matter.

I nod firmly, my eyes creeping back to his. "I hate to see you hurt, Steve. I'm scared something's gonna happen to you," I whisper honestly, my voice cracking.

His hand remained on my cheek, and I leaned into the touch slightly, just wanting to be in his presence for as long as possible.

"I can't lose you, Steve," I mumble quietly, and without his enhanced hearing, I doubt he would have heard me. "I can't."

He frowned before pulling me close again, his arms going around my waist as his chin rested on top of my head.

He cleared his throat as he fixed his posture. "I wouldn't dream of losing you either, sweetheart."

Steve's words made me look up, but before I could react, his lips were brushing against mine. It took me a second to react as I was in shock, but I quickly composed myself and melted against his lips, kissing him back in a slow matter.

His hands caressed my sides softly as I moved my hands to wrap them around his neck. I pulled him closer, his body almost flush against mine as I smiled. I broke the kiss, my cheeks warm with a blush as I leaned my head against Steve's.

He had a matching tint on his cheeks, and he was grinning like a little boy on Christmas day. I giggle, running one of my hands through his hair, fixing his blonde locks.

"I love you," I blurted without thinking, but my eyes widened when what I said clicked.

Steve chuckled, his eyes on my lips. "I love you too," he said before kissing me again.