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Steve Rogers- Be Who You Are

So, I broke my wrist... great, right?  I will not be able to update as often as I would have liked, but we'll deal.

Hope you enjoy this one❤❤

You and Steve were driving back to your shared apartment after a party.  He seemed annoyed with you but you didn’t ask why. He unlocked the door and let you in and you slipped off your heels.  He followed then shut the door, harder than usual and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Okay, what’s up?" You asked.  Now you were annoyed by his strange behavior.  He glared at you through the dim light then shrugged and started walking to the bedroom.  You stopped him and asked the question again. After a second he asked his own question.

“Who are you?" He asked seriously.

“What do you mean?  I’m me, I’m (y/n)." You answered.

“No,” He said, quietly. “I mean: Who are you?  You were acting different at the party.”

“No, I wasn’t-" You insisted.

“Yes, you were.  You were saying things that the (y/n) I know wouldn’t say.  Tell me: Why do you change yourself for other people? Is the (y/n) I know just a lie, or do the others not know the real you?” He not backing down.  He was determined to get the answers he wanted.

“I don’t change for other people." You whispered, looking down at feet.  He could see right through your lies.

“Yes, you do.  And I want to know why.” Tears fell down your cheeks, slowly, as you looked up.  Though Steve’s expression was tough and angry, and the room dark, you could see tears swimming in his eyes.  You looked down again. “Why?” He repeated, loudly. You flinched, startled by his unusual anger.

“I don’t know.” You breathed. “I guess I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” He asked. “Afraid to be yourself?”  You didn’t answer vocally, you just looked at him and nodded.  He pulled you close, stroking your head. “What are you afraid of, babe?”  He asked. His fierce demeanor had completely vanished.

“I’m afraid that if I act like myself, that people won't like me.  That I’ll be made fun of, and I’ll be alone. I’m afraid that I won’t fit in.”  You were crying in earnest now, your breath hitching and sobbs escaping your mouth.  You pulled away to look at Steve whose face was now streaked with tears as well. “But I promise you that the girl standing here right now, is the real me.”  He pulled you back.

“Then I fell in love with the right one.”  He whispered, placing a kiss in top of your head.