Marvel and DC Imagines

Nothing Left To Say (Steve Rogers x Readers)

Requested by @kyleighh44 and @Fnaf_Lover2002
Inspired by a song I'm listening to. Nobody Cares - LÉON

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Steve didn't realize that she would be here at the party. When Bucky told him, he froze and all the memories that he buried came flying back.

Y/N was his girlfriend. Was. She the reason why he would dream.

And he would dream about a future with her. She was the person he looked forward to see when he came back from missions. He would carefully plan every scenario out in his head.

But when she left, he stopped dreaming at the future and stayed in the present. He became reckless in his decisions.

He remembered the day she told him that she that she doesn't feel anything any more.

And then, pecking his cheek, she smiled sadly before telling Steve that it wasn't because he did anything. She told him that there would be someone else waiting for him.

But he didn't want anyone else.

So when she came in, he stared at her. It was the first time he saw her since she left.

She still looked amazing, as usual.

He know that he shouldn't care, he knew that there was nothing left to say. But still, he could help wondering if she felt the butterflies that was roaring in his stomach right now.

All the memories keep getting in his way. Even if he knew that there was nothing that he should say. And he know that she probably didn't care about him.

He smiled, humorlessly to himself.

Guess, he shouldn't let her know that he still cared.

But when their eyes met, his heart raced and his palms began to sweat. It was painful, It was awful, and it was so familiar since it was the same effect she had on him since the beginning.

He just wanted to leave, but at the same time, he just wanted her closer one last time. Even if she wasn't his.

"Hi." She said, breaking the tension.

But there was still this space between them that was never there before. He hated it.

Steve smiled, but it was forced. "Hey."

A silence developed between them, none of them willing to break it. She glanced down at the floor, not meeting his eyes. "Um, well... I'm going to go get a drink." She said, walking away.

Steve sighed, knowing that he shouldn't even be saying anything but he still wanted to know if she didn't feel anything. Because he definitely felt something.

But instead of confronting her, he stuffed his words back down his throat and buried them. Walking out of the party, he knew that it would be his biggest 'what if' but he didn't care. He just couldn't. The fear of rejection was too much.