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Steve Roger x Reader | Four Words

Steve Rogers Imagine requested by StevieRogers157

Word Count: 1173

Warnings: feels?

Backstory: Empty beds at night never leave a settling feeling. You miss your boyfriend, Steve Rogers as he has gone out on a daring mission to take down a HYDRA facility, but little do you know, he spent quite a deal of that time preparing for a special event.

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"When I come home at night, she'll be waiting."

You jutted in your sleep, causing you to suddenly awaken. You rolled onto your right to only be greeted by emptiness. The bed was cold from the absence of Steve, his scent no longer lingered in the sheets. Sighing at the realisation that he was still wasn't home, you dragged yourself to the bedside table. Your phone burned your eyes as it suddenly turned on, displaying the time 3:57am. Ever since Steve had gone off on his most recent mission, you hadn't been able to sleep right. Giving in to the fact that you weren't going to fall back asleep, you trudged out of bed, making your way to the living room. You slumped onto the couch, searching for the remote in between the cracks of the cushions. The t.v sprung to life and you flicked through the channels, seeking a way to cure your sorrow. Steve had been gone for nearly a month now and you weren't even confident that he was alive. After he received word that a new HYDRA facility had been discovered, he had gone off to infiltrate it. He promised that he would be only a week or two but that obviously wasn't the truth. You also hadn't gotten any news from Fury about the situation which gave you anxiety. You zoned out after thinking about Steve and clutched onto your shirt. It was one of Steve's sweatshirts, obviously too big for you but you enjoyed having his scent to remind you of him. Realising that you hadn't been paying attention to anything, you checked your phone again for it to read 5:12am. You had been daydreaming for quite some time.

After fading back into reality, you hopped up from your idle position on the couch and made your way down to the kitchen, fixing yourself a pot of coffee. You leisurely made your way back into the living room, running your fingers along the record player on the table next to one of the armchairs. You put on one of the records that Steve had collected, "Paper Doll". You slowly swayed your hips to the slow music. You imagined dancing in between Steve's arms and resting on his chest. The song started to pick up and your movements became more jumping as you made up a quick routine. You kept your eyes shut, living in the imaginary moment. A small tear ran down your cheek as your wished your boyfriend were there to supposed your fragile body. A soft hand wiped the shedded tear from your face and you bolted your eyes open from shock. You couldn't believe your eyes. There he stood, the man you dearly loved was alive, standing right in front of you. You leaped into his arms, taking him aback a little.

"Steve! You're here! You're home! You're alive!" You sobbed tears of joy into his shoulder.
"Of course I am, I could never leave you hun." He returned the hug, wrapping his massive arms around your small body. You pulled away from him with an angered face.

"You promised me you would only be a few weeks, I honestly thought you had died. You promised Steve..." Tears of frustration clouded your vision, rolled down your face whenever you blinked.

"I know I promised babe, Im really sorry. Something came up and it delayed the whole mission." He explained to you; you didn't want to listen to his excuses, you just wanted to have him in your arms.

"Why are you awake?"

"I can't sleep without you, I barely get any sleep whenever you're gone. I just worry for your safety." You explained to him as he carried you to your bedroom. He placed you down on the bed like you were an expensive piece of china. You scrambled back up to sit in his lap, pressing your hungry lips onto his soft, pink ones. He returned the lingering kiss and grabbed onto your cheek, deepening the kiss.