Avengers x reader

Im alive (Steve x reader) pt1

You sat in the small chair of the Stark towers living room. Everything was new to you. You hadnt seen color or anything for that matter since WW2. You sat curled into a ball. Tont Stark and Natasha Romanoff sat in front of you. It was 3 in the morning. You had just arrived. Fury had informed them of your arrival. You only knew these two of the group you heard of as the Avengers. As you sat you remembered the pain. The feeling of the needle still stinging your arm. You looked up at Mr. Stark.

"So. What is your story. Fury hasnt told us anything." He said. He sounded strict. You were afraid to look him in the eyes. Yet, you didnt divert your gaze. You were taught that.

"I was born in New York. I had been passionate about war. I wanted to fight for us. I didnt tell my parents or my sister. I just...left" you looked away, now staring at the floor. "They didnt know where i had went. Not until i came back. When i did they didnt do anything but yell. And scream." You closed your eyes remembering the screams as if they were yesterday. Hell. To you, they were. "They had me injected with some syrum. They thought i was dead. They wanted me dead. But they were wrong. I only went to sleep. Until a few days ago when i was awoken by Nick Fury. I stayed at a facility for a few days. And then they brought me straight here. I dont even know anything about anyone here." You kept looking off.

"Where did you come back from exactly." You heard the redhead say.

"War. World War 2" you looked up and to your suprise they both had wide eyes. "I disguised myself as a man. I didnt want to be a nurse. I know woman fought but my parents forbid it. Thats why i ran away. Gave myself a fake name so i couldnt be traced. Gave myself the name Henry Toll. I had a bunk with other men. The man i shared a bunk with was the kindest man i had ever met. I trusted him. I even told him about my being a girl. He kept my secret. He was my best friend. I asked him, before i left, to forget about me. Move on and forget my name. Who i was and if anyone asked about me, to pretend i was fiction. I dont know if he is dead or alive. Honestly i thought i fell in love with him. I would give anything to see him now. He comforted me. Held me when i had noone else. He was my best friend. Hes the last person i thought of before i went to sleep. Hes the first thing I thought of when i woke up." You finished, tears in your eyes.

"Well whats his name. We can track him down." Tony said. He seemed more sympathetic than before.

"His name was Steve Rogers" you looked up and they both werent looking at you anymore. But at something, or someone, behind you. Before you could turn around, you heard the soft voice of a man you had missed since the day you parted.

"(Y/n)?" He said. It was almost a whisper. But in your head, they were shouting. Screaming. You spent years screaming in your head. Imagining he was with you. And now here he was. In the flesh. You turned around, to see the face of crying Steve Rogers, not looking a day older than the day you last saw him.

"Steve"