Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Imagines

Coming Home

A/N:
Hey Lovelies, I hope everyone is well. This was requested by SuperAvengeWhoLock, please enjoy :)

~TOH
P.S. Disclaimer: some foul language
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I walked down the hallway, headed toward the kitchen. "Tony! Why the hell is this building so big?! I need a frickin Segway to get across this place!" I shouted, still tired and a bit grumpy.
"Language, please, (Y/N)," Steve called out casually, catching up to me.
"Stand down, Rogers. Tony deserves it, as we both know," I teased him. With Fury out of the picture, at least for the time being, I had been called in to be Hill's assistant and trainee. Over the past few months of training with the Avengers at Stark Tower, I had gotten close with everyone, except Steve. I had kept my distance because I developed feelings for him, and feelings are dangerous in our line of work. We were friendly, but not overly so. I wouldn't allow it. Steve kind of avoided me as I avoided him. I thought I made him uncomfortable. The truth was, he had feelings for me as well, but he thought I didn't reciprocate, so he left me alone.
"So, the usual for breakfast?" I asked Steve politely. I knew he was leaving on a mission in a few hours and he needed his energy.
"I can make it," Steve protested my offer.
"Oh, no. I don't have to go on a mission today. And besides, I'm making mine too, so just sit down and accept the gesture," I ordered, and Steve obeyed. "Good. Think of it as my good luck gift," I said more pleasantly.
"It's a miracle anyone can cook around here," Steve joked.
    "Well, that's one advantage of being a normal person surrounded by superheroes," I joked back.

*time skip brought to you by Loki turning the Avengers into living Lego figures and building them a city to protect*

    "Tell me again why you didn't go, Tony? It's not like you to skip missions," I asked, walking into the commons and seeing Tony sitting on the couch drinking.
    "Because the mission he's on doesn't concern me. It's about his missing assassin friend," Tony replied snarkily, taking another sip of his drink. I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch with him. "You know, Mr. Perfect is going to get us all killed by bringing that psycho here. We should be eliminating threats, not bringing them into our home and hoping they'll behave," Tony slurred, clearly drunk.
    "Tony! Steve has saved our asses more times than we can ever repay him for, and if he wants to try saving his friend, we'll let him. Not everything is out to destroy the world. You of all people should know that," I yelled, and ran out of the room.
    "But I thought you didn't like Steve!" He called after me. In the elevator, I started crying.
    "Are you alright, Agent?" JARVIS asked politely.
    "I've been so stupid, JARVIS! I thought that staying away from Steve was the right thing to do, that the feelings would go away! But we don't know what's right. We think we do, but we don't!" I started crying harder as I moved quickly through the lobby and out into the night. I stepped out from under the awning and was suddenly doused with rain. Perfect. I thought, my sadness turning into anger. I wandered the streets of New York until I found a late night diner. I went inside.

Steve's POV:
The mission was a bust, and Sam and I were back at Stark Tower around nine pm. I walked into the commons to see Tony passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of scotch on the table.
    "Tony! Wake up!" I hissed, but he didn't move. "JARVIS, where's Agent (Y/L/N)?" I asked.
    "She left in tears about an hour ago, Captain Rogers," JARVIS offered up.
"Did she say where she was going?!" I asked, concerned.
"I'm afraid not, Sir."
"Can you track her phone? Um, ping me when you get the track, I'm going out to find her," I ran to the elevator. Outside, I just started running. I didn't know where she had gone, but I knew I would find her. I realized that I shouldn't have hid my feelings. Even if she didn't feel the same, she had a right to know. *PING* my phone went off. "Handy's Diner on 122nd" the text read. I messaged back saying thanks and ran off again towards 122nd. I slid on the wet pavement while trying to stop and I ripped the door open. (Y/N) looked up and smiled dimly at me.
"You've got some water on you," she joked. I looked down at my soaking clothes. Yep.
"And I've got something to tell you," I started, trying to catch my breath. "From our first training session, I knew you were the most beautiful, skilled, and compassionate woman I had ever met. I... I love you," I confessed. "And if you don't feel the same, I understand. I just needed you to know how I feel." She smiled and tears formed in her glistening eyes.
    "I love you too, Rogers. I didn't want to, because I was afraid of losing you, but I do, I love you," she smiled, tears still flowing. I hugged her tightly, and she squealed because I was still wet, and I looked down at her and kissed her softly.
    "Come home with me," I whispered. She nodded.
    "I'm coming home."