Avengers Smut/Fluff

Let Me Go- Steve Rogers (Part 1)

Based on the song Let Me Go by Hailee Steinfeld and Florida Georgia Line.

Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH. GRAB THE TISSUES BECAUSE I'M GIVING YOU MORE ISSUES. AND THE GIF ABOVE IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I LIVE FOR A CRYING CHRIS.

Your relationship with Steve wasn't always like this. In the beginning months you really did love Steve, but now it seemed like that feeling was a distant memory. You were not an Avenger, but you did work closely with the team. They were very accepting you the two of you dating and going public, you two were so madly in love with each other. Maybe that's why where you were, two years later, all of your love for him burnt out like an old candle.

You two rarely even saw each other anymore, and when he was home the little things he did pissed you off like no other. This included him leaving chairs out, his clothes always thrown about in the walk in closet, and most annoyingly his chewing. The man didn't know when to breath sometimes. This would make you so pissed off you would slam your fork onto the plate and walk away from the table before poor Steve would be punched.

You did love Steve, but it was different now. Some people would say that because you didn't get to see each other everyday, it would last. What fucking liars.

Tonight wasn't different from any other night. You had got a nice red wine at the store when you bought dinner for you and Steve tonight, it was the official two year anniversary of you two. You really hoped that Steve remembered, but then you laughed at yourself. Two days ago it was all Steve could talk about. Maybe you two were just going through a rough patch.

"It will get better." You stated to yourself as you got into your car, and started the engine and drove home. Oh how wrong you were.

You had cleaned the entire house and cooked dinner. Before you knew it, midnight rolled around and Steve was still no where to be seen. You had drank the whole bottle of wine after eating, there was no way you were gonna get shitfaced on wine before eating. You didn't feel anything as you walked to the bedroom, taking off your makeup before finally breaking down. This was the end of you two. You weren't crying because you didn't want to leave him. You were crying in frustration because for the longest time you felt like you couldn't leave him. But tonight that was gonna change.

Around nine in the morning was when Steve finally came in, and it was eerily quiet in the house. Normally you would be making breakfast or taking a shower. He went to the shared bedroom and was about to walk in when he heard your frantic voice.

"Please Tony, I just need to leave. What is between Steve and I isn't love anymore, it's just comfort. I'm not happy anymore, and I'm pretty sure he isn't either. But we both know he won't hurt me at all. I have to be the one to leave." There was silence on the other end, and Steve numbly walked to the kitchen table. He saw the calendar and face palmed, he thought today was the day, not yesterday. He even checked his phone, and he was wrong. It was yesterday.

You came out of the bedroom with the last of your bags, and stopped in your tracks when you saw Steve. You set the bags down and sat across from him at the kitchen table, the poor guy deserved at least an explanation.

With a shaky voice and tears in his eyes, he finally spoke. "So, a new guy? Girl?" Your heart hurt, telling you this wasn't the right choice. But it was, for the both of you. "No Steve, we aren't happy anymore. I don't know what lie you keep telling yourself. It was picture perfect, the all American couple fighting crime together. But Steve, we barely see each other. And when we do, we fight. We barely sleep on the same bed anymore, backs to each other. This isn't whatever we thought it was at the beginning." You didn't look back up at him, you couldn't.

"At least look at me in the fucking face when you break my heart, (Y/N)." Steve snapped, causing you to look up at him suprised. "Every mission I go on, I think of you. Every time I go to bed without you by my side, I pretend you are there. I have fake conversations about what we would say to each other. I know these past few months have been rough, but what about the future?" His eyes and face were as beet red as his clenched fists.

"So far, the future looks lonely for the both of us. I'm going to leave, Steve. But don't change. Someone will love you in the way you deserve, I can't give you what you want and you can't give me what I want. I'm sorry." You got up and walked over to him, leaning down to give him one final kiss on the forehead before leaving.

As soon as the door behind you closed, Steve broke down. His sobs could be heard from outside the home, but you couldn't hear him over the sound of your car speeding out of the driveway. He pulled the box out of his pocket, taking the ring out and playing with it a little bit before setting it down, breaking down again.