Avengers Preferences and Imagines

Fav // Red | Steve Rogers

Based on "Red" by Taylor Swift.

Hey... I posted a Sebastian Stan Imagines book that will include some of the ones I posted here, others will be significant to that book.

UGHHH YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HATE ME AFTER THIS

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street...

"Steve!" You shrieked, laughing, as you held onto your hat with your hair flying everywhere and the sun shining into your eyes, even through your rose-tinted sunglasses. You couldn't find the will to care, focused more on the churning feeling in your stomach than the bird's nest that was becoming of your hair.

He just chuckled, shifting the gear on the car and stepped down on the gas. You laughed when the car sped past a small pile of leaves, sending them flying up behind you.

"Someone probably worked hard to get those leaves in a pile!" You playfully scolded.

Steve turned his face towards you, a smile etched so deeply and genuinely into his face that you found yourself wondering if it was permanent. The sun shone into his golden hair, illuminating his face like a halo.

This man was yours, you often had to remind yourself. This perfect man is in love with you.

He turned back towards the road, intertwining his right hand with yours "Too bad for them!"

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly...

Steve slowed the car down, finally arriving at the destination around sunset. Your hair was a mess but the sun was too sweet against your cheeks and the prospect of a beautiful cliff view distracted you.

You gasped, opening the door and stepping out. You pressed your abdomen against the railing, and peering down and above you at the huge canyon, filled with lush forests and even a river at the very bottom.

You smiled at the sound of songbirds making their beautiful calls through the green trees. Steve stepped up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pressing into your side.

"Like it?"

"I love it!"

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall

"Steve?" You asked, holding onto the side of the airplane as he hit the button, making the bay door open.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I... I'm scared."

His head snapped up from his parachute latches, and his face softened.

"Sweetie, you've done this jump hundreds of times before. You'll be fine."

"You know it's not that."

He sighed, walking over to you. His hand went to your waist, and your arms automatically went up to his shoulders, your fingers playing with the short hair at the back of his neck.

"I promise you that nothing will go wrong."

"You know you can't guarantee that."

"For you, I will."

Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

Your hands went up to your stomach, caressing it softly. You were immediately protective of it, even if your stomach wasn't as swollen as it would eventually get.

Steve came up behind you, laying his hands on top of yours, the warmth making you feel comforted.

He laid his chin on your head, placing a kiss into your hair.

"I love you."

You chuckled. "We love you to."

You spun around and kissed him passionately, enjoying every last moment you had with him, until he left for the mission.

Losing him was blue like I'd never known

You opened the door, shifting a bit in your shoes, and settling into a comfortable standing position, your inflated abdomen making it difficult to stand.

"Bucky?"

His eyes were red and swollen, and his lip was quivering.

"Bucky, what's wrong?"

"It's Steve."

Missing him was dark grey all alone

"Hey, Steve." You whispered, kneeling down in the soft, damp grass. The dew soaked into your pants, but you ignored it.

"How are you?" You asked softly.

Tears welled in your eyes.

"Look at me. Talking to a fucking stone."

You chuckled humorlessly. "This is what you do to me, Steve. You make me do things I would have never done before."

A tear dripped down your cheeks, and you wipe it away.

"Remember the drive to the canyon? Or the jump before we found out we were having a baby? Yeah. I do to."

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out, still sniffling.

A reminder was on your lock screen, and you gasped.

"I gotta go, sweetheart. Remember our baby? He was born a month after you... Well... Yeah. I named him James Grant Rogers."

You stood up, placing a kiss on the gravestone.

"I have to go pick him up from school, now."

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met

"Mom?" James asked, looking up from your lap, where he was listening to you tell him a story.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What was dad like?"

But loving him was red

You smiled as you got lost in your memories.

"He was..."

"He was perfect."

Loving him was red

PART TWO COMING SOON