Marvel Imagines

You Gotta Trust Me - Steve

You and Steve had been together for just over a year and things were going well, considering both of your's hectic work schedule. Funnily enough, that's how you met one another. You met on a joint mission while Steve was still working for SHIELD. You were Shield's liaison for a similar organisation based in Russia. The mission took a good month and by the end of it, the super soldier ended up getting the guts to ask you out on a date, to which you obviously said yes.

What woman in their right mind wouldn't?

Despite your work, the constant coming and going and danger, you made it work. On the few occasions when neither of you were away on a mission, you stayed in a small apartment in Brooklyn. The two of you figured that you wanted to make the most of the little time you got together. You'd both spent the last month in your apartment, mainly because you were on recuperation from your latest mission.

You'd come back with a nice new bullet hole in your shoulder. Sure it hurt like hell, but it wasn't your worst injury to date, and you and your team saved a dozen hostages so you chalked it up as a good day. Steve however, had been so worried about you it wasn't funny. He didn't want you to go back to your job, you knew that, but you were competent at protecting yourself. Hell you could go toe to toe with Natasha, you could even give Steve a run for his money on a good day. But despite all this, it didn't stop him from worrying, he hated that he couldn't be there to protect you, and you made it adamant that you didn't need him too.

Your month of rehab was over and you'd just received a call from your director that you were needed back in the field. You knew Steve wasn't going to like this, but it was your job and you were happy with it. You were packing your things when Steve returned from a run down to the store to get a few things. When he came into your bedroom and saw you tossing clothes into your duffel, he grimaced.

"Hey baby, I'm sorry, boss just called I'm needed back at work stat." You explained, holding your jacket in your hands.

"Do you really have to go, you should still be resting your shoulder, you're not ready to get back out there." Steve replied, he crossed the room in quick strides and held your shoulders softly.

"Steve, I'm fine. My shoulder's fine, this isn't my first rodeo." You had a nagging feeling and argument was coming, it happened most times you left for a mission lately.

"I don't like you going out there, it's too dangerous for you." Steve tried to plead, but you weren't having a bar of it.

"I know it's dangerous, and I know you worry but it's my job, Steve. I can't just give it all up cause you're being paranoid." You pushed past him and packed a few more things while he tried his best to talk you out of it.

"Why don't you just ask Fury to come back to New York? You could be home more, it'd be safer-"

"Steve, the only way you're gonna be happy with my job is when my ass is glued behind a desk, pushing papers all day." You sighed and rubbed your face.

"At least you'd be safe and not risking your life like you're on a suicide mission."

Ok, that was pushing it.

"I'm sorry, what is it you do everyday? You don't get it, but we do the exact same thing, the only difference is they don't make action figures of me." Your voice was getting more bitter with every word. 

"I can't help it that I worry about you when you're not around!" Steve defended. 

"What? And ya think I don't?! You think I don't toss and turn every night you're gone wondering if I'm gonna see you again?! Cause God damn it I do, but I don't tell you to give up your job because of it!" 

"That's different, Y/N." 

"How the hell is it different?!" By now you were yelling, you were past frustrated and bordering on angry. "I've never once questioned you or your job because I know what being a hero means to you. And because I trust you to take care of yourself and come home to me. Why can't you do the same for me?" 

"Because you're a normal person, you don't have the strength like the serum gave me."

"Glorified steroids have nothing to do with it! I've been doing this since before they even found you! I know what I'm doing, and I know how to take care of myself. And if you can't accept that, then maybe..." The words caught in your throat, you didn't want to say them, but caught up in the anger and frustration you couldn't stop it. "Maybe we shouldn't be together." The words tasted like bile in your mouth, but it needed to be said.

Steve looked at you wide eyed. "Are you saying you don't love me?"

"No! God knows I love you, Steve. But how can you expect me to be with someone who can't trust me and support me?" You turned around before the tears clouded your eyes. You knew if you looked at him any longer you'd burst into a waterfall of tears and yuck.

"Y/N, baby I love you, you know that. Please," Steve pleaded, he tried to reach for you, but you stiffened.

"I know, but right now it doesn't feel like you do." You hastily wiped a stray tear before throwing your bag over your shoulder. "But until you can decide if you can trust me, this isn't gonna work."

That was the last thing you said before you left your Brooklyn home, and the man you loved. You left him guilt ridden and kicking himself. He just should have trusted you.

Should I do a part 2?