Avengers Imagines and One-shots

I Have to Go

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Warning: Sad?

Prompts: “Don’t you say that… not you.”
Thank you @iwillbeinmynest for this request I just love me some Sam.

 A little Sam heartbreak for y’all.

You folded up the last few T-shirts stuffing them into the suitcase on the bed, you head for the bathroom with your small overnight bag to fill, grabbing the last few things of yours off the counter you zip the bag close as the bedroom door opens, you freeze. You wait, he was home sooner than you planned.

“Y/N?” You swallow picking up the bag and returning to the bedroom, Sam stands next to the bed holding up a shirt you had just packed, he looks up when you walk in his dark eyes confused and scared. “What’s going on?” He asks watching you, you had paused in the middle of the floor watching him.

“I’m going away.” You nod starting towards the bed, placing the overnight bag in the suitcase closing it.

“What do you mean going away? Assignment?” Sam’s face was creasing in panic.

“No.” You shake your head pulling the suitcase off the bed. Sam catches your arm staring down at you, you swallow looking up at him your heart was breaking.

“Tell me what’s going on.” He demanded, you dropped your eyes from his face looking at his grey T-shirt the front wet with sweat his black sweatpants hanging off his hips and resting perfectly on his sneakers.

“I’m leaving Sam.” You said quietly.

“Don’t you say that… not you” Sam shakes his head not understanding.

“I have to go.” You pull away from him, grabbing the handle to the suitcase wheeling it behind you, walking over towards the duffle bag sitting on the floor you stop.

“You were going to leave without goodbye.” Sam asks staring at your bags, your shoulders sag as you let out the breath you’d been holding.

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head knowing it would do no good to apologize.

“Don’t go.” Sam’s voice came out as if he was short of breath and you knew this was destroying him.

“I can’t stay Sam, this isn’t the life I want to live.” You shake your head, picking up your duffel bag and placing the strap over your shoulder.

“Y/N, please.” He steps towards you, turning to face him you wipe your eyes.

“This is your life, not mine.” You shake your head taking one step towards him you lean up placing a light kiss to his lips before turning, taking the handle on your suitcase pulling it behind you as you walk out the door, your footsteps echoing down the hallway, brushing away the stray tears as you make your way towards the elevator.

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