AVENGER IMAGINES

Steve - Treat You Better.

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Steve.
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Treat You Better.
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*preserum Steve setting 1940s*

"You can't stay with him Y/N!" Steve bellowed at you.

This was the third time he had to come get you from the race track that was actually no more than a dirt track. You were thankful that there was a payphone.

"He's not a bad guy Steve!" You bellowed back.

"A good guy doesn't leave his girl at a dark dirt road to go with his pals!" Steve sat down abruptly and sighed.

"I just need you to be safe." He sighed again.

For such a small guy his heart was so big.

The only reason you were with this dick head of a boyfriend was because you had enough of waiting for Steve to ask you out.

You thought he liked you, the way he spoke your name. The way he'd hold eye contact with you even after the conversation ended. As if there was still something he wanted to say.

Which of course he did, but he didn't dare.

"I know, Steve." You spoke gently as you sat next to him.

"I won't lie to you. I know he's just not right for you. And you can tell me if I'm off but I can see it on your face when you say that he's the one that you want." Steve had been saying this for weeks but never made a move to stop it.

"Your spending all your time in this wrong situation Y/N."

"I don't-"

"I know I can treat you better than he can." Steve mumbled. You barely heard him.

"Then do something about it Steven." You said softly.

Matthew was nothing compared to Steve.

"I can't. I don't want to risk loosing you. Especially now that the wars started." He hummed.

"The war has nothing to do with this-"

"It does when your signing up for it." Steve's eyes finally met yours, awaiting approval.

"What?" You asked straining throat. Your breath hitched in your throat

"Bucky's doing it an-"

"And Buck can brEATH IN A DUSTY ROOM!" You shouted, straining your vocal cords.

At least Buck had some stamina and muscle. Steve had neither. A dusty room could take him down in seconds. You could imagine what a gun would do but you didn't want to even think about it.

You were proud that one of your best friends got into the army. It was Bucky's dream since he was little. You wanted to call him straight away and plan going for a celebration drink but this was more pressing.

"Don't be like this! This is a good thing! Once they accept one of my-"

"ONE OF? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU APPLIED?" You hollered. Your veins were tingling with rage and sadness.