Imagining Steve

I'm all Yours(Civil War)

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It's a bit rough, but it's a Civil War one shot so my emotions were too muzzled to make it perfect.
Warning: FREAKING CIVIL WAR FEELS P. S. I REAALLYYYY DONT LIKE TONY AND THIS IS YOUR FAIR WARNING OKEY? Okey. But I did do my best on everyone's dialogue.

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"Note to self: Under cover work sucks. 2nd note to self: Kill Tony." I muttered to myself as I sat in the passenger seat, my knees jittering. That always happened when I was nervous or if my mind was drifting. A little part of me would move, I tapped my toe, cracked my fingers, bit my lip, fiddled with something, hummed, snapped; it was some sort of therapy for my brain.

"Are you okay Makenna?" Steve asked tentatively, he was never one to pry into other people's business, much less a "lady's" private struggle. He peeked at me from the corner of his eyes, watching me and the road at the same time.

"It's just nerves." I tried to pass my growing worries as nonchalant, although they were anything but. I might end up having a breakdown when I could hide somewhere alone at the cover house. I silently prayed he hadn't heard my muttered ramblings.

"Killing Tony is related to your nerves?" He asked pointedly, and I forced myself not to curse under my breath. I bet he would hear that too.

"Well, I haven't done any undercover work quite like this in a long time, and I'm concerned about getting us both killed. So yes, I'm going to kill Tony for giving this assignment to me instead of Natasha who is way more capable than I am. " I explained, a little exasperated, some of my angst leaking into what I was saying. I immediately felt bad, it wasn't his fault I was always so worried. Steve looked a little amused, and uncomfortable at the same time.

"I was the one who wanted you on my team" he confessed, his face a little red from embarrassment. My eyes widened when my brain processed his words, and my mouth fumbled for a moment.

"But- Natasha.... Natasha's more capable and she-"

"Will always have an ulterior motive, doing a little something on the side for Fury or Stark. " he interrupted.

"She isn't afraid to fight dirty, but I'll admit she will always get the job done. However, you get the job done without compromising morals, or breaking laws. You're the only person on this team who really understands the way I work, and the world I'm from. Sometimes when I'm around you I could swear I'm back in the 40's, you have such an old soul. I don't mind working with Nat, and I trust her. But I trust you to have my back a whole lot more" He took brief glances at me while he spoke, trying to watch the road, and watch my reaction.

That was pretty much the best compliment I had EVER received. The fact that Captain America actually trusted me to have his back, and that he believed in me was enough to make me actually really happy. I felt a smile grow on my lips as he spoke.

"Thank you" I said sincerely when he'd finished speaking. I looked down at my knees, which had stopped bouncing. It made me smile even more, being around Steve generally made my nerves calm down.

"For what?" He asked quickly, turquoise eyes watching the road, he'd probably been thinking I'd be mad at him for making me stress over such an important mission.

"For believing I'll always have your back... I promise that I always will" I said quietly, not looking up as I spoke. I was terrible at expressing feelings and keeping eye contact. However, when I was actually undercover I ended up managing to keep a lid on my insecurities.

"You know what that means right? Within the team?" He asked with a pained look in his eyes. We both knew things were going to blow up soon, and everything would change.