Captain America x Reader

Uncovering The Past

That night I slept peacefully under the protection of the love of my life. The nightmares that had always haunted me over my youth seemed to disappear. It wasn't a part of my life that I was proud of and I hated thinking about it. Not only did my parents and all of my close loved ones die, I felt like I died too. I hit a rough patch in my life and I felt like there was no way out. Luckily, (y/f/n) pulled me out of it and got me a job and here I am. If it wasn't for her, I would have met the same fate of my family.

When I finally woke up, all of the thoughts that had made me crazy for the past few years came back like a wave of bricks. Tears welled up in my eyes and I suddenly jumped out of bed, leaving a bewildered Steve to wake up and watch me leave. I ran across the hall to the room that I was supposed to be staying in and started to pack all of my things up. I couldn't put Steve or all of the Avengers at risk because of my past. I had done it to my family but I wasn't going to let another person die because of how stupid I was when I was a child.

Steve came barging through the door that I completely forgot to lock. I couldn't bring myself to look at his face as he took in the scene of me leaving. The tears had started to flow without my permission. I hated doing this to everybody but I couldn't get too close. Before too long I was a puddle of tears that just kept growing. I sat down on the floor in defeat and hung my head, curling up in the little ball that I once thought would keep me safe. Through my broken sobs, I could hear Steve crossing the room towards me. When I glanced up for a moment, I could see him sitting down next to me. He took me into his arms and placed me on his lap, holding me tight to his chest. My sobs continued for another few minutes as Steve stroked my hair, trying to calm me down.

Once I finally ran out of tears, I took a deep breath and sat up. I still couldn't look at anything but the ground, afraid that I would only see pain in Steve's eyes. We sat there like that for a while. Neither of us talking or making eye contact. Somehow, he knew that I wasn't ready to talk yet. I felt myself lean back onto his shoulder and whisper an almost silent "Sorry" before trying to get up. I had almost made it to a standing position before I got pulled back down.

"Steve I nee-" I attempted to tell him that I had to go before I got cut off by his lips crashing into mine. Stunned, it took me a couple of seconds to kiss him back and wrap my arms around his neck, melting into the warm kiss that he always had.

When he pulled back, he kissed my forehead and wiped away the stray tears that lingered on my cheeks. I hated crying in front of people yet I had already cried twice in front of Steve. He hugged me once more before pulling us both up and taking my face in his calloused yet somehow soft hands. I looked down at the ground again, not knowing how I was going to tell him that I had to leave without turning into a blubbering walrus again.

"(Y/N), why are you trying to leave? What's wrong?" Steve asked, making me lift my eyes to his.

"I have to. I can't stand to see any of you get hurt." I told him, feeling the tears well up again.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm putting you in danger by staying here with you. There are people that are out for me. It's not safe for you to be with me. I'm sorry." I tried turning away to continue packing but Steve's strong hands grabbed me by my arms and held me there.

"Who is out for you. What danger are you talking about?"

"It's hard to talk about. Let me finish packing so that I can compose my thoughts and tell you before I leave."

"You can't leave. Please don't go. We can go get breakfast and you can tell me after we get done. I can't let you leave. Too many people have left me and I'm not letting an amazing thing like you slip out of my fingers."