And Then I Wrote Marvel

Leave (Steve Rogers x Reader)

I know that this isn't exactly typical, but the italics are flashes of the future instead of the past.

"This shouldn't even be a choice you have to make, Steve."

"I can't just let you do this."

"The world needs you more than they do me."

"But I need you more than anyone else in the world."

"Don't you think that I feel the same way? Get out of here, please, before I make you."

"Ah, come on Steve, it's an easy mission. Teleport in, grab the info, teleport out. Simple," you tried convincing the man.

He wouldn't have it. "I know that you really like this teleportation stuff, but I still don't think it should be a go-to for everything. It might not be completely safe."

You scoffed. "I designed it. They've been completely flawless so far," you argued.

"Key phrase: so far. How do we know that they won't malfunction and leave you in hyperspace forever?"

"Steve, just trust me for 5 minutes, okay? Listen, after I get back, we can go out for ice cream or something together, okay? Good old pizza date?" Your words had no effect on his stoic state of disapproval. "Oh, I know! Sweet make-out sesh afterward."

His jaw dropped. You wiggled your eyebrows for extra comedic effect, and he lost it. As soon as you could get him laughing, he would agree with you.

"No, but seriously," you said as soon as you had the breath to. "Ice cream or pizza?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "Both if you're going to go through with this."

"Deal. I'll even pay for everything."

"Please, (Y/N), I can't imagine life without you."

"And a lot of people back at base can't imagine life without you. Please go."

"I'm not leaving without you."

You put the teleportation device meant for the return trip in your pocket, and readied the device for the way there in your hand.

"I know that I've said this about 20 times, but just to be sure," you said, the mission control agents smiling at you impatiently, "I get there, go two halls down, take a left, three more halls, and the first door on the right?"

"Perfect," your little brother, the younger Agent (L/N), grinned. "Just like the other 19 times."

"Shut up, kid. You've never been on a solo mission. The nerves are worse when you're by yourself."

He nodded, accepting defeat. "Noted."

"Don't you get it? There is no leaving with me, either! I'm a dead woman. The only way for someone to get out of here alive is for you to go."

"Then I'm not going."

"The most stubborn man in America, ladies and gents."

"Paired, almost ironically, with the most stubborn woman in America."

Steve snuck up behind you. "Be safe, okay? I'm looking forward to pizza and ice cream."