Marvel Imagines & Preferences *Under editing*

steve rogers

You had been waiting for weeks. Two months to be exact. For two things.

Steve was coming back from New York today.

And you were getting a letter from a college that you applied for. It would determine the rest of your future. You worked your butt off to get into this college, and when you finally had a chance, you jumped at the life changing opportunity.

You slam your book shut as you hear a knock on your apartment door.

"Steve!" you gasp, hugging your boyfriend.

"(y/n)!" Steve mocks, connecting his soft lips with yours. You hit his chest but kiss him back.

"I missed you!" you say, leading him into the apartment and shutting the door.

"How was New York?" you ask, sitting cross legged on the couch.

"Your normal stuff. Gods, aliens." you chuckle. A knock at the door pulls your attention away from Steve.

"Jermey!" you exclaim, opening the door, "How nice to see you!" The elderly man smiles.

"Someone's home I see," he says, referring to Steve.

"Yeah." He reaches into his bag.

"It's here," he smiles, handing you a large envelope.

"Thanks Jermey!" you exclaim. He tilts his head and walks off.

You immediately start tugging at the paper.

"Whoa!" Steve chuckles, "What's the rush?" You stop and turn toward him.

"Remember when I applied for that college?" you ask. He nods.

"Well, the letter saying whether I got in or not comes today," you continue tugging at the envelope until you found what you're looking for. Throwing the rest of the paper on the table, you rip into the letter.

"I got in," you whisper, reading the letter, "I got in!" Steve gasps.

"Congrats!" he says, kissing your cheek. You smile slowly fades as you continue reading.

"What?" he asks, worried. You look up, tears clouding your eyes.

"I have to be in London tomorrow." you say.

"Tomorrow?!" Steve shouts, "But, London?!" He sits down, rubbing his hands though his hair. You sit next to him.

"Steve, I know you just got back but I have to go," he looks at you, hurt in his eyes.

"Please don't give me that look," you plead, "This is a life changing opportunity! I have to jump at this chance now." He sighs.

"I'm not stopping you from going (y/n), he says, "I just, this job, I never know if i'll come back." He looks at you, "But you have worked so hard, and I don't want to stop you from living you dream." You smile saddly.

"I love you, Steve," you say, "And I promise, in any condition, I will always love you." He pulls you closer.

"So your not going to fall for some British guy?" You hit his chest.

"Steve, do you hear yourself?" you ask, "No hunky guy can replace you. I love you for so many reasons."

"Like what?" he asks smugly. You roll your eyes.

"Like that no matter how far apart we are from each other, I know that we will never lose sight of what we have. Never." You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his soft lips. He pulls you closer.

"Am I interrupting something?" You jerk up to see Natasha standing in the doorway.

"Nat!" you say, climbing off Steve, "Hi!" She chuckles.

"You and lover boy having fun over there?" she asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes.

"Yes." you answer. She nods down to the letter.

"You get in?" You nod.

"But, I have to be in London by tommorow." Her eyes widen.

"Your kidding!" she gasps. You shake your head saddly.

"Nope," you say sadly, sitting on the back of the couch.

"I thought you applied for the campus here?"

"I did," you answered, "I didn't know they had a campus in London, though."

"Do have anywhere to stay or any money?" she asks, "This is so last minute." You shake your head.

"Wait," Steve chimes in, "Doesn't your sister live in London?" You eyes widen. You forgot about Jane.

"Thank you Steve," you say jumping off the couch and grabbing your phone.

"Hello?" Jane answers.

"Jane? It's (y/n)," you hear a crash in thr background and someone curse.

"(y/n)! Hi!" she exclaims happily.

"Hey, I need a huge favor," you start.

"Shoot." You take a deep breath.

"Okay, so I need a place to stay for a while."

"And you want to stay with me?"

"Yes Jane. I applied for the University there, and I got in. But I have to be in London by tommorow. Please?" You hear talking in the background.

"Okay. But only till you find your own place. Things are a little, how do I put it, chaotic, here."

"Thank you Jane!" you smile and hang up.

"Room, check," you turn back to Natasha and Steve.

"Now we just need to get you packed!" Natasha says. You look down at the letter again as something catches your eye.

"3 years?!" you practically scream.

"What?" Steve asks, confused.

"That's how long I have to stay. 3 years," you run your hands through your (h/c) hair.

"You're kidding," Steve says. You point to the letter.

"See for yourself." His eyes widen.

"Good lord," he breathes. You nod.

"Then we better get packing," Natasha says, heading to your room.

"Hey," Steve lifts your chin up, "I'll still be here when you get back." You smile.

"Come on," you say, "Nat's going to need some help."

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"Where is he?" you ask, looking around the airport for Steve.

"Let me text him," Natasha offers, pulling out her phone.

"I'm going to have to board soon," you say, tears building behind your eyes.

"(y/n)! Natasha!" You turn to see Tony Stark running toward you.

"Tony?" Your brows furrow together, confused.

"Steve told me to give you this," he hands you a envelope.

"Wow," you scoff, "He didn't even show up to say goodbye. What a jerk." You choke back tears.

"Wait, he hasn't showed up yet?" Tony asks. You shake your head.

"Plane to London, England is boarding at gate twenty-seven. I repeat, plane to London, England is boarding at gate twenty-seven."

"Looks like that's you," Natasha says.

"You tell Steve..." you can't even finish your sentence.

"Oh, I'm gonna give him something alright," Natasha promises. You give her a hug.

"Thank you," you whisper. Letting go, you wave bye and head to hate twenty-seven. Handing the lady your ticket, you board the plane.

Flipping the envelope around in your hand, you vowed not to open the letter until the day you came back to the states.

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