Steve Rogers One-Shots

Did It Feel The Same?

"Steve?" said the shaky voice of Peggy Carter as she leaned closer to the mic. Static filled the air as her eyes closed, a small whimper escaping her throat. "Steve?"

Your mind muddled together as you slowly fell against the closest wall, sliding down to your knees. You couldn't believe it. He was gone.

Captain America was gone.

You curled your knees up to your chest, holding your head in your hands. You heard the door close, and you assumed it was Colonel Phillips leaving the room. But you didn't dare look up. Everything was shaking, your body, your hands, your head, everything.

How could he possibly be gone? You had seen him through this. The two of you had become very close friends through it all, even after a small fight. So how, how could he just go?

"The name's Y/N," you said, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the boy who stood in front of you. Your eyes trailed over his entire body, taking in the boy who stood no taller than 5′7″ and weighed no more than 100 pounds. "You must be Steve Rogers. Where'd Agent Carter go?"

He was clearly flustered, though you couldn't place why. His blue eyes glanced everywhere but where you were. You couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was acting. "I, um... she said she was grabbing the doctor, I think? Told me to uh... um... find someone... Agent L/N?"

"Well, kudos to you, Mr. Rogers. You found me." You patted him no the shoulder before giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Come on, I'll get you prepped for the serum injection. And, don't worry, Mr. Rogers. You're in safe hands."

He practically choked as you calmly lead him through the compound hallways. You couldn't help but find his awkwardness adorable. There was just something about him that made you want to be closer Steve.

You couldn't help the sob that escaped your throat as you continued to hold tightly on your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you tightly, but you didn't look up to see who it was. You couldn't even think at the moment. All you knew was that this person was also crying, just not as loud as you.

They calmly rubbed your arm, trying to find comfort in the fact that you were both hurting beyond belief. It was hard to think of anything comforting in the lost of your best friend and love of your life.

You wanted to scream at the person, yell at them until your throat was raw. You hated being comforted when there was nothing that would change the pain that you felt. But you didn't, you simply let them hold you as you sobbed uncontrollably.

"Hey, Y/N? You in here?" came the voice of Steve, walking through the munitions room. Curled up in the far corner, you let out a small whimper, trying to wipe away the tears that covered your face. You didn't want to see him, especially like this.

Footsteps walked over to your current location until a hand touched your shoulder. You quickly shoved his hand away, standing up to your full height and glaring down at him. "Go away! I don't want to see you! Just go away!"

He looked flabbergasted to see your anger written so clearly across your face. He couldn't understand what was possibly possessing you to scream like you were. "Y/N, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Just go away!" you screamed. You shoved against his chest, but he barely bulged an inch. As a last resort, you threw a slap across his face, finding your mark against his cheek.

His entire head moved with your slap. You quickly pulled your hand away and turned away from him, tears streaming down your face. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him that you were sorry, nor why you slapped him. How could you possibly tell him that it was jealousy that fueled your tantrum? How could you tell him that you had seen him with Private Lorraine earlier, and that you had seen the way he looked at Peggy? How could you tell him that he was slowly killing you?