Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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Sam Wilson stood at the edge of the university reunion hall, his eyes scanning the crowded room filled with familiar faces he hadn't seen in decades. The years had been kind to him, as they had been to most of the old crew, but it wasn't nostalgia that had him distracted tonight. No, it was the possibility of seeing her again—Y/n.
They had been childhood sweethearts once upon a time, an innocent romance that blossomed in their teenage years, full of laughter and inside jokes. The kind where every moment spent together was full of excitement and nervous energy. But life, as it often did, had thrown a curveball when Y/n's family moved out of town before they ever got to share their first kiss. Just when things were getting serious, she was gone, leaving him with nothing but memories and the "what if" that lingered for years.
Now, as he stood in the reunion hall, all those feelings came rushing back. After *Endgame*, after the chaos of becoming Captain America, after everything, this moment felt surreal. He had lived through unimaginable events, but the thought of seeing Y/n after twenty-five years made him feel like that nervous teenager all over again.
He finally spotted her across the room. She was in a beautiful dress that seemed to shimmer under the soft lights of the hall. She was standing with someone, talking animatedly, and when Sam got closer, he realized it was her cousin—a guy they all knew from back in the day who, as rumor had it, had diphallia. Absurd, yes, but given the universe he now lived in, it didn't seem that strange anymore. Sam chuckled to himself, thinking about how ridiculous it was that every time they had almost kissed all those years ago, something ridiculous like that would interrupt.
But tonight, he was determined. He wasn't a kid anymore, and he wasn't going to let any interruptions get in the way this time.
Taking a deep breath, he approached her. Y/n turned, and when her eyes met his, time seemed to stop. She smiled, and it was like they were back in those carefree summer days again.
"Sam Wilson," she said, her voice soft but full of surprise. "It's been too long."
"Y/n," Sam replied, his heart racing. "You look... amazing."
They hugged, and for a moment, it was as if nothing had changed. The years melted away, and they were just Sam and Y/n again, two people who had always been drawn to each other, no matter the distance or time.
They talked for hours, catching up on everything they had missed in each other's lives. Sam told her about the Avengers, about taking on the shield, and the craziness that had come after. Y/n talked about her life—her travels, her career, her family. They laughed about old memories and shared new stories, but the connection was still there, as strong as ever.
As the night went on, the band started playing a slow, romantic tune. The room dimmed, and a spotlight appeared on the dance floor, highlighting a few couples who had already started dancing. Sam glanced at Y/n, feeling that familiar flutter in his chest.
"May I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand.
Y/n smiled, taking his hand without hesitation. "I thought you'd never ask."
They walked onto the dance floor, stepping into the center of the spotlight. It felt like the rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of them. Sam pulled her close, and they began to sway to the music. His heart was pounding, but he couldn't stop smiling.
As they danced, Y/n rested her head against his shoulder, and for a while, they didn't speak. It was just them, the music, and the moment they had waited so long for. Sam couldn't believe it—after all these years, after everything they had been through separately, they had found each other again.
When the song slowed even more, Sam lifted his head slightly, looking into Y/n's eyes. This was it. No more interruptions, no more absurdities.
"Y/n," Sam whispered, his voice barely audible above the music.
She looked up at him, her expression soft and filled with anticipation. "Sam..."
He leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn't. Instead, she closed the distance between them, and finally, after all these years, their lips met.
The kiss was gentle at first, hesitant, as if they were both testing the waters. But as the realization sunk in—that this was real, that they were really here—the kiss deepened, becoming more sure and full of emotion. Sam felt a wave of warmth wash over him, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in years. This was how it was always supposed to be.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, grinning like idiots. The spotlight still shone down on them, but they didn't care. The world could have fallen apart around them, and Sam wouldn't have noticed.
"I guess we finally did it," Y/n said, her voice full of amusement.
Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Took long enough."
They stayed close, swaying together as the music continued to play. For the first time in a long time, Sam felt at peace. All the battles, all the fights, all the hardships—it all led him to this moment. And in the end, it was worth it.
"I've waited a long time for that kiss," Sam admitted, his forehead resting against hers.
"Me too," Y/n whispered back, her arms wrapping around his neck.
As they held each other close, Sam knew that this wasn't just a reunion. It was the beginning of something new—something they had both wanted for so long.
