And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompts 7 and 8

"Please stop doing that to yourself."
"No one's going to hurt you, okay?"
Steve Rogers x Reader

Thanks to cola_girl0x for requesting!

"(Y/N), open your door!" Steve demanded. "Or just unlock it! It's just me, I promise!"

He let out a sigh of relief as he heard the locking mechanism click. He opened the door slowly and quietly, not sure of what he was going to find inside.

"I can't control it," you whimpered.

"It's just a phase," he reassured you, stepping carefully over and through the ring of debris around where you had presumably been sleeping. "You've already learned to control so much of it."

"I can't do it fast enough. I could hurt someone, Steve; you should just let them try to take this away."

"We don't know the effects that could have on you, and we can't afford to lose you again. I can't afford to lose you again," he emphasized. He crouched down next to where he finally found you, curled up in the fetal position in the corner of your room.

"And I can't afford to lose any of you," you sobbed. "The dreams keep getting worse, and the destruction just gets worse every time. I've been trying not to sleep so much so that—"

"Please stop doing that to yourself," Steve cut you off. "Let's look at what you have been able to control."

"When I sleep, there's nothing that I can do to stop myself or this," you refuted.

"That's not what I'm talking about. You have almost total control when you're awake. You even unlocked the door from all the way over here," he pointed out. "That's a serious improvement from the first time you used it outside that lab."

"They're going to find me sooner or later," you worried. "I can't go back there, or—"

"There's no need to think those thoughts," Steve reminded you. "We're all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, and the only people that know where we are are the rest of the team and Fury. No one's going to find you, and no one's going to hurt you, okay? And when we do go back, they won't be able to lay a finger on you." He reached out to touch your hand.

"No!" you shrieked suddenly, pulling away at the last moment. "Don't you remember what happened to Tony?"

Steve chuckled. "Yeah, you trashed his suit pretty good, but he's fine. A little shaken up is all, but I'm sure he's already good as new. Do you want to call in the morning and find out?"

"That would be nice," you admitted. "I don't want to trash...you, though."

"Your control has gotten so much better since then. I bet I'll be fine," he said, smiling softly.

Not too quickly, he reached out once more to lay his hand on top of yours. With bated breath, you watched, but didn't act to stop him.

Your entire body relaxed when you felt his warm touch for the first time in months. Nothing happened; you were clear.

Steve wasted no time in pulling you into is arms, and new tears spilled from your eyes, not of fear this time, but of relief. He kissed the top of your head, blinking back tears of his own.

You sat down together on your semi-stripped bed, and he took your left hand in his.

"You see this?" he asked, pointing to the diamond on your finger. "I mean it now as much as I did before all of this. They pushed the date back a little bit, but it's still happening, right?"

"Of course," you affirmed.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, the first time he had done so in too long. "Good," he said. "We've had to wait too long already."