Random One Shots

Steve Rogers - Avengers

Steve Rogers x Reader: New Memories

(Y/N) = Your Name, (L/N) = Last Name, (N/N) =Nickname, (Y/H/T) = Your Home Town,

Thanks to Mistress Vintage (Quotev) for requesting!

Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers.

APOLOGIES: I'm so sorry, I was requested to make this like The Vow, however I've only seen that once a long time ago and my memory is vague on that. Also, my writing tends to change directions as I go. So hopefully you like this enough and you're not too disappointed.

I'm not really sure if I like this story, but I'm posting it anyway. I'll re do it if you think it's terrible.

Also, this isn't edited. So sorry again.

You don't remember a thing.

Well, that's a lie you suppose. You remember your family, your name, and your childhood years. You remember your ex-boyfriends and the best friend you left behind in (Y/H/T).

But what you don't remember is the past five years. Moving to New York, quitting your job at the office building you had a steady job at, getting a job for S.H.I.E.L.D., meeting and befriending a group of heroes known as The Avengers whom apparently saved New York from alien invasion (with one of them being your boss in an iron suit), dealing with someone named The Winter Solider, and fought a psycho robot named Ultron...that was all gone from your memory. And sounded insane to boot.

But the worst thing was that you didn't remember him.

It started when you woke up in a hospital bed, having been in a coma for roughly a month and a half. There were two unfamiliar faces and someone you figured was your current doctor standing around you, smiling widely.

"(N/N)," one of the people said, a man with darker hair and facial hair, along with...was his chest glowing? "Cap's gonna be so relieved you're awake."

"I'll get him," the other one, a gorgeous female with darker red hair stood up and pat you on the arm gently before exiting the room.

You were silent as the unknown man continued to smile at you while the doctor was explaining your condition. You were on your way to making a full recovery, apparently, though your mind may still be unstable. You were injured during some grand battle when someone named Ultron took you hostage to get at the Avengers...

"(Y/N)," a voice said, and you watched as an incredibly...visually pleasing man walked into the room, blue eyes shining happily as a smile split across his face. "Thank God, you're awake!"

More people had started filtering into the room. A man in a lab coat with glasses and curlier hair, a man with sharp eyes, shorter hair and incredible biceps, the female had returned, and a man with fabulous golden hair.

Words of happiness and relief began tumbling out of their mouths and swirling around your head, words that should probably mean something to someone else...but why were they here?

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered, cutting off the golden haired-man, "but who are you?"

The silence that hit the room was stale as tension started to build.

"I'm sorry?" the first man that spoke to you said.

"Yeah, what's going on, doctor?" the sharp-eyed man questioned.

The doctor in question was filing through some notes and observing you. "There's a good chance the trauma has induced a case of amnesia with Ms. (L/N). Where do you last remember being?"