Marvel Imagines & Preferences *Under editing*

steve rogers pt.2

3 years later

"(y/n)!" Your roommate shouts, "let's go! Get packing!" You chuckle to yourself as you close a box.

"I am (y/f/n)!" you shout back. Walking over to the book shelf, you grab a handful of books and set them down in a empty box. You notice something fall out of out of the books. You breath catches in your throat as you realize it's the envelope from Steve.

With shaky hands, you carefully rip the top part of the envelope off and pull out a sheet of paper. You unfold it and start reading

(y/n)

I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't come to the airport cause somehow I knew I would persuade you to stay, and I couldn't do that.

I don't care when you open this letter, but I hoped you would before you came home.

You wipe tears from your eyes and continue to read.

But, you know that since my job, I never know if i'll come back. I mean, you're going to be gone for three years, and a lot can happen in that time.

(y/n), I love you, and I plan to never stop. You always find a way to make me feel better. I want to make you mine.

So, (y/full/n)

Will you marry me?

You let out a sob. Holding the envelope upside down, a ring falls out. You cover your mouth, tears now streaming down your face.

You mutter a quiet yes and continue to pack as fast as you can, wanting to get home.

-

"Natasha!" you squeal as you see her standing with Tony.

"(y/n)!" she says, running toward you.

You engulf her into hug.

"Hi," you wave to Tony. He waves back a smile on his face.

"I missesd..." she trails off.

"What?" you ask, confused. She points to your hand.

"Did you get engaged?!" she practically screams. You smile and hold up the ring.

"Yes," you answer, smiling.

"Are you kidding me?" she shouts, "you didn't bring anyone with you did you?" You shake your head.

"He actually lives here."

"Um, have you forgotten about Steve?" she asks. You shake your head and hand her the letter. Her eyes widen.

"Come on then!" she grabs your arm and grabs you along.

"So," you turn to Tony, "I heard you started a robot rampage." He groans and rolls his eyes.

"It wasn't my fault," he explains, climbing into his own vehicle.

"Beg to differ," Natasha chimes in. You chuckle.

"Let's go. Steve should be at the apartment," Natasha says as you pile your stuff into the back of her car.

"What's the rush?" you ask.

"Um, he proposed to you (y/n). There's a huge rush." You chuckle.

"So, what happened when you gave him a piece of your mind?" you ask.

"Um, let's say I used some, colorful languge." Your eyes widen.

"You did what?" you shout.

"My bad..." she mumbles. You roll your eyes.

"Anyway." you change the subject, "How's Steve?"

"Eh. He's trying to track down a friend." You raise your eyebrows.

"Why?"

"Its, uh, complicated." she answers.

"Um, okay." you finish, confused.

Before you know it, you are pulling up to the apartment.

"You ready?" she asks. You nod and grab your bags out of the back.

Natasha opens the door as you pile everything up the stairs. Struggiling, Natasha grabs a few bags.

"How was your sister?" Natasha asks.

"Okay," you half lie. She was posesed by some Dark Elf magic.

"Good." You yawn as she pulls a key from her pocket.

"Tired?" she chuckles. You nod.

"I haven't slept in two days straight," you admit.

"Why?"

"I've been so nervous about coming home," you confess as she swings open the door.

"Steve?" she calls as you set your things down on the floor. You fall backwards onto the couch.

"He must have went to the store," Natasha guesses, walking back into living room.

"Okay," you say, closing your eyes and letting sleep take over.

-

You awake by falling off the couch and landing on the floor with a loud thud.

Groaning, you pick yourself up and look toward to the kitchen to see Natasha and Steve looking at you, eyes wide.

"Hi," you say, trying act cool. Steve practically jumps out of his chair.

"(y/n)," he breathes, cupping your face in his hands.

"Hi."

"That's all I get?" he asks, "Just a hi?" You chuckle.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" He asks, confused. You hold up your hand, showing him the ring.

"My answer is yes," you repeat. His eyes widen.

"Yes?" You nod, smiling. He twirls you in his arms like in the old movies.

"Okay, but me down," you plead, still a little nauseous from your plane ride.

"Sorry," he apologizes, putting you down. You chuckle.

"What?"

"I think you're forgetting something."

"What?"

You grab his shirt collar and yank him down so his lips touch yours.

"Promise me you you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he asks, pulling apart.

"Promise."

-

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