The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Four

After Steve was forced to stay in your room, you couldn't be without each other. For the past week you and him did everything together. In the morning you trained together, then you'd make breakfast together and wash up. The rest of the day was generally planned by events.
And since you and Steve had been inseparable, you had finally began to talk again. Even to the rest of the team. Of course you weren't always happy, but it was progress in everyone's eyes and they were glad to have you back.
Today you had woken up very unhappy. When Steve came to get you for training, he was welcomed with silence and a vision of you wrapped up in blankets. "Hey." He greeted, closing the door. You didn't reply. "I guess trainings cancelled." He grumbled as he sat next to you.
You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to look at him. "What?" He raised his eyebrow at your question.
"You're upset, so I'm guessing you don't want to go training." He explained as he leaned back on your bed. "So...movies?" He knew you loved watching movies. It's something you always wanted to do with Bucky but he said it made him upset about all the years he'd missed.
At the thought of your dead boyfriend, you looked away from Steve.
"You don't have to cancel your plans for me Steve. Go train." You muttered, trying to push down the lump growing in your throat.
Steve pursed his lips and shook his head. "Thing is...It's kind of my job to make sure you're okay." Your lip trembled but you managed to get out a laugh. He was such a selfless person. And yet he had befriended someone so selfish.
"I'm so sorry, Steve." You whimpered. He sat up immediately
Steve was suddenly filled with confusion. He placed an arm around you to try and give some comfort, but you began to cry and he started to panic. "What for?"
You let out a sob and tried to wipe your eyes. "You've been taking care of me ever since Bucky-" another sob escaped. You couldn't even bring yourself to say it. "I've never once asked how you were. Jesus, he was your best friend! How could I be so self involved?" You weeped and Steve found it appropriate to start rubbing your back.
He had no idea how to make you feel better. Truth is he didn't care about you not asking. It actually helped in a weird way. "I've already lost Bucky. In many ways. You've never lost him before. Plus, you were in love with him, that's painful enough." He tried to explain but it didn't help. "(Y/N), you lost the man you planned to spend the rest of your life with. I think you're allowed to be self involved." He really tried to make you feel better, but you just continued to cry.
"No. No, Steve. You're hurting too!" Steve closed his eyes and breathed in.
"Yeah, but in a weird way, making sure you're okay makes me feel okay. I know Buck wouldn't want us to be upset about him for too long, so I try not to be. Even if it's really hard." You wiped your eyes and nodded.
You finally managed to contain some self control and took a few deep breathes. "Thank you so much Steve. I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for you." Steve replayed the day of Bucky's death in his head and then shook it.
Steve went to say something but all colour drained from your face. Within seconds you were on your feet and running to the toilet. You emptied your stomach in to the bowl and Steve was holding your hair back as soon as you did. 
Having throwing up everything you could have thrown up, you slouched back and apologised to Steve, a little embarrassed he had to see that. He passed you some tissue so you could wipe your mouth and sat next to you.
"You okay?" That became such a regular question from Steve now a days. You nodded.
"Must have a stomach bug or something. It's been happening for a few days now." You shrugged. Steve grew confused on how you could have a bug and still be active, but passed it off as nothing serious.
"Well, best thing for a bug is to eat. So, what are you ordering?" He smiled and helped you up.
You went straight for your tooth brush since the taste of vomit made you want to be sick again. "McDonalds." You mumbled, suddenly wanting it like it was the best thing on the planet. You the stuck the toothbrush in your mouth and looked at Steve.
He rolled his eyes playfully. He hated McDonald's. It was so bad for you and way more saltier compared to food in his day. Food had improved, but McDonald's was not included. However, it's what you wanted, so it's what he'd get. "I'll meet you back here in twenty." He agreed.
You thanked him the best you could with the toothbrush hanging out your mouth and watched Steve leave. And suddenly you didn't feel so sad anymore. It's like Steve had a magic ability to lift your mood. Maybe that's why you wanted to be around him so much.