Marvel Imagines

Notes | Steve

I sat on my bed, tears threatening to start falling down my face. I sat, staring at the unobtrusive glass jar across from me, on my dresser. It was filled with little, seemingly unimportant pieces of paper. Just paper; nothing outwardly special or magical. And yet, they were both special and magical.

On each piece of paper was a written note. Written specifically for me, with me in mind, and each designed to make me smile. They weren't necessarily made for me to read over and over, but I do it anyway, to the point where some of them are close to falling apart from my continually unfolding it. Against my better judgment, I picked up the jar and put it in my lap. I chose the slip of paper that was resting peacefully on the top, unfolding it carefully. The paper was puckered in the corner, and the ink that used to be there had been blurred. Clearly, by a tear. I held back new tears as I read the note, only one little sentence.

Dear (Y/N),

I love you :D

Five words, and yet the most important five words to me. Steve loved me, and that's what mattered. His love for me mattered, and honestly, not much else did. I chose another, putting the first one beside me. This one was longer, and the paper was much more worn than the other. As soon as I opened it, I knew exactly which one this was. I've probably read it so many times I could recite it by heart.

My beautiful, loving girl,

I'm going on a mission today. It'll be an easy one, but it'll feel like forever because you're not coming with me. I hope you'll be thinking of me when you're on your mission, too. It- this situation of our separation- reminds me of that one quote you love so much; "No matter where you are, if you look up at the sky, I'm looking at the same sky as you are." Such a simple quote, but it always put a smile on your face. Here's half of a necklace; I'm wearing the other half, so you know that I'll always be with you too, not just connected by the sky.

<3

One tear dropped as I put that one aside and looked back into the jar. Steve Rogers always knew what to say to me.

Dear (Y/N),

I saw you smile today, and it made me smile. It made my day.

My (Y/N),

You laughed when I came up behind you and hugged you from behind. I loved hearing you laugh, so I'll be doing that more often.

Darling,

I hope you don't get mad at me for this. I know it could be seen as an egregious slip-up, but I hope that you can forgive me;

I forgot your favorite flower.

I do know that you like lavender and rose, though, so I brought both. Hope I didn't scare you with that first sentence ;D

He has the best sense of humor, though I don't always see it immediately. I remember clearly the hernia I almost had reading that first bit. It put a small smile on my face, remembering such an innocent time. I knew Steve would love the fact that he still made me smile while he wasn't there, and it pained me to remember that he wasn't here with me. All I wanted right now was to see his lovely smile, that mischievous grin, the way he always slapped his left hand over his chest whenever he laughed. I wanted to see it, and I made me upset beyond descriptive words that the one thing between my eyes and seeing his smile was HYDRA. 

He'd gone on a mission to take down a base three weeks ago. It wasn't supposed to take that long, as it was a smaller base with only a few known floors. He didn't come back, though. He'd gone with Natasha. She had come back and he had not. I remember trying my hardest to keep it together when she walked in without Steve. I remember having a million questions at once, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, they all went away. I remember walking away from her and shutting myself in the room and doing exactly what I was doing now, looking through the jar and making myself sad.