[the avengers ➼ imagines]

steve rogers ≫ it's been a while

"Steve, please don't do this." You cried into the headpiece. You were currently trying to persuade Steve to land the plane he was flying somewhere safe but he wasn't having any of it.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), it's not safe I can't risk it, it's too dangerous." He said, his voice wavering up and down, most likely trying not to cry. "I've got to put her in the water."

It was that moment you realised that Steve would not change his mind meaning you were never going to see him again. You were never going to be able to touch him, hold him ever again. This made the tears fall down your face even faster.

Although you and Steve weren't actually in a relationship, it was obvious to everyone that you were in love with each other. You could never build up the courage to tell him you loved him, and now you would never be able to do it.

"(Y/N)," Steve's muffled voice sounded from the speaker, it was quite hard to hear what he was saying due to the static. "I'm not going to sugarcoat anything here, we all know that as soon as this plane makes contact with the ground, I'll die. I wish there was another way but unfortunately there isn't. I just want you to know that.. I lov-" Steve's voice was cut off by a loud burst of static erupting from the radio and eventually the sound turned into silence, a horrible and heartbreaking silence.

"Steve? Darling, please." You sobbed, completely breaking down. The tears wouldn't stop and your pleads for Steve to come back would not silence, ever. "I love you so much Steve, please come back, I beg you."
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Days after Steve's death, you had still not recovered. All you could do was cry. You would not eat, sleep or talk to anyone. You were in complete denial.

The army were sending out a rescue boat to try recover Steve's body from the ocean, you had decided to go with them, maybe find some sort of closure. Unfortunately that day, the boat hit ice, which ripped the boat almost in half, causing it to sink.

That day, your life, and seven other men's were lost in the ocean, you had froze to death. Your body was never recovered. Maybe you would finally be reunited with your sweetheart, Steve Rogers.
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70 years later

Being told that you were frozen for seventy years really takes a toll on you, you were severely depressed. Everyone you knew was either dead or in an elderly home with no memory of you.

You had been found by a group of divers and they had informed the police. Your body had been completely frozen all this time, like a long nap. It's a wonder how you had survived all that time without dying.

A few days after being found, a man called Director Fury who was head of a company which goes by the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. which stands for 'Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division' had informed you that Steve was still alive and not far from you. You couldn't believe it, your darling Steve who you thought to have been dead was actually alive. The news was a lot to take in, it almost seemed to good to be true.

You were currently standing in a room in a building called 'Stark Towers' where Steve lives. The building is owned by Howard Starks son, Tony.

Your stomach was doing flips, what if Steve didn't remember you? What if, what if, what if, that was all that was going through your head.

Fury was already at the tower in another room, slowly breaking the news to Steve that you were alive while you sat with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents called Phil Coulson and Maria Hill. Agent Coulson spoke into some sort of electronic device before briefly nodding his head at you meaning it was your cue to enter the room.

"... so what I'm trying to tell you Captain Rogers is that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is alive." Fury finished off his speech as you entered the room. It was filled with quite a few people, a red headed woman and a man sat on a chair in the corner or the room. Another 3 men stood in the corner, one dressed all in armour and a hammer in hand. The second one with a glowing chest and the third with a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose. But none of those people mattered to you, the only person that mattered was the blonde haired, blue eyed man who was staring right back at you with a look of shock.

"(Y/N)?" Steve stuttered, his mouth agape. You slowly made your way towards each other. Your paces quickening by the second though it seemed like no matter how fast you went, you were still miles apart. Soon enough two strong arms pulled you into a rock hard chest. The grip was so tight that you couldn't breathe but you couldn't care less. Your legs hooked up around his waist.

"Hello, my darling." You spoke, a huge smile on your face. You looked into his eyes to see pools of tears flooding from them.

"I-I uh I ca-can't believe it, it's really you. I thought you were dead, I thought everyone was dead." He cried, his grip on you tightening.

"No, Steve, I'm right here and I'll never leave you again." You quickly spoke, and before you could say another word a soft pair of lips had attached to your own. The kiss was everything and more, it made up for the lost time. It caused a butterfly frenzy in the pit of your stomach. It's a good thing Steve was holding on to you because your legs had turned to jelly.

The lack of air caused the both of you to soon break apart, breathing heavily.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)."

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I'm completely aware that this is badly written and unrealistic but I kept having a dream that was exactly like this and I thought why not write it and put it on here? Also this is the longest imagine I've written so far, it's something like 1000 words, which to me is actually quite a lot since I'm quite bad at writing long pieces. Anyways, hope you liked it.