Purpose (Steve Rogers + y/n)

Chapter 7

Y/n's Pov

I woke up in Steve's bed that morning. Sun was streaming onto my face. I rolled over and reached out to find Steve had already left. Groaning, I pulled myself up. I was still in the shorts and Tshirt I had put on when I got home last night.

Forcing myself out of bed, I walked into the kitchen and found a warm cup of coffee left on the counter.

"Didn't want to wake you. I went to go talk to Sam. I'll be back after I go check in at headquarters. 

-Steve"

I smiled and wondered how long ago he had left if my coffee was still warm. Quickly, I took my mug over to my apartment.

Remnants of dinner sat on the table still. Our ice cream bowls were now melted and ruined. I took a sip of coffee and sighed.

Today I had a lot to get done around my apartment. I almost tripped over Steve's shoes he had left last night. Setting my coffee down, I started to draw a sink of water for the dishes. I realized I had run out of dish soap so I ran over to Steve's and went into his kitchen. Everything was hardly touched in his kitchen since I always made dinner for the pair of us.

Right before I left, a small wooden box caught my eye. Scrunching my eyebrows, I tried to figure out what it was. I shrugged and kept walking back to do the dishes after I stole an apple from his fruit basket.

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I had just finishing cleaning out the fridge when I heard a loud noise coming from Steve's apartment. I shut off all my lights and grabbed a gun I had stashed in a drawer.

Steve always made sure to check in with me before he just went into his apartment. He would at least open my door and tell me he was back.

Something was off.

I listened quietly and heard the record we had danced to playing.

Quietly, I opened my door and ran into Sharon. She was an agent that had been assigned to making sure Steve and I had backup if needed. We had become friends quickly since both of us were technically babysitting a super solider. 

"Sharon!" I greeted cheerfully in case someone was watching us. She quickly turned and smiled at me. 

"Hey Y/N!" She smiled, looking down at the gun in my hand and realizing something was off.

"Steve's not home." I whispered, letting the noise from his room tell Sharon what was wrong.

"I'll contact shield. Let me scout out downstairs and see if anything is alarming." Sharon said. I agreed and saw Steve walking up. Now my blood really ran cold. I was one hundred percent that someone had broken into his apartment.

"Call if you need anything." I told Sharon as she walked away. Steve waved to her before walking over to me. He stopped and saw the panic in my eyes before looking around.

"What?" He whispered. "Are you alright?" His gaze flickered to the gun in my hand and his eyes grew wider. 

"Your records have been playing for the past 5 minutes." I whispered back, pushing him away from the door. Steve was quick to look up at his door and pull me away.

"Let's go in through the window." Steve whispered back, pulling me away.

We both snuck out of a fire escape and walked along the outside of the building. I carefully opened the window that led to his kitchen and looked over at Steve.

"Let me go first." Steve mouthed. I nodded and turned to watch his back as he snuck in. I turned and effortlessly slipped in.

Our dance music rang through the room in a much more eerie way than last night. Steve reached over and grabbed his shield that was resting up against the wall. We both snuck around and rested against the wall. I held my gun up as Steve peaked around the corner.