Chris Evans/Steve Rogers one shots

Grand Canyon

"Oh my god!!" You exclaimed excitedly seeing the sign for the Grand Canyon, reaching over and grabbing Steve's thigh. He beamed over at you, as he pulled into the parking lot for the visitor center. He killed the engine as you practically bounced out of the seat. Steve unbuckled his seat belt, chuckling to himself as he climbed out. Stretching his limbs as you rushed over to him, mile wide smile on your face. "We're here!"
"Yeah, I guess we are." He smiled down at you, the look of pure joy on your face made him utterly content with how life had turned out. He slipped his hand into yours as the two of you walked over, going though the visitor center till you were back out on the outside. The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the canyon walls. The warm sun beating down on you both, a gentle breeze lifting your hair.
He was walking with you, groups of people walking about going over the glass walk path that stretch out 4000 feet above the Colorado River. You stopped just short, your heart hammering in your chest, you looked down at the glass bridge. You had been wanting to come here for so long, to conquer your last fear in your life. That now you weren't sure if you could, your eyes lifted to your travel companion, your rock, your nomad.
Steve stopped, and looked back at you. He could see the fear in your eyes. He pulled you off to the side, gently pulling you into him, wrapping his large arms around you. You took a deep inhale of him, calming yourself down. Steve gently rubbed your back, as you held onto him.
"It's okay, we can wait here till you feel up to it or we don't have to." He told you gently, you sighed into him, happy to have him with you.
"I want to. I.. just need a moment." You explained, slowly pulling away and walking over to the railing next to the sky walk. You looked down over the edge, the river far beneath snaking around like a thin snake.
"Then take a moment." He said softly, his hand still in yours. You looked at the giant crack in the earth, one that extended thousand of feet down, something that had taken thousands and thousands of years for nature to create.
"I'm scared of heights, always have been." You admitted, looking straight out ahead of you, the other side of the canyon so far away from you.
"It's okay to be scared." He told you bringing your knuckles up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on them. "I'm here with you."
"I know, and that's why I'm going to do it." You smiled up at him, letting go of his hand.
You walked around behind him, sliding your hand across the small of his back as you went to the sky bridge. He followed just behind you, you got to the edge, looking through the clear glass as the ground dropped down away from you. Taking a deep breath you stepped out, your foot hitting the solid surface of the glass. You heart pounding in your ribs as you continued to walked out.
Steve stayed close, silently urging you on, a smile plastered to his face as you took step after step 70 feet out to the arch in the bridge. You stopped there, taking a breath of the warm air wafting up out of the canyon. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. You leaned back into him, looking out at the sight before you.
"Steve, I don't know what this is, but I'm glad we have it." You told him softly, your voice only loud enough for him to hear. "I've done and seen so many things with you, things I only dreamed of doing. Who knew a year ago, that I would climb into the cab of a beat up truck with a random stranger and see all of the US."
He silently nodded behind you, tightening his hold on you. The warmth of his chest pressed against your back, making you feel things that you had never thought you would ever feel in your life. Maybe that would of been true in your old life but in your new life, it seemed anything was possible.
"There are so many things, places, sights to see in this world Steve, and I want to see them all. I always had been, but I was too scared, I almost turned back that day you picked me up. And I'm glad I didn't." You smiled to yourself.
    Steve wanted to say something, he wanted to tell you how you had changed his life, changed him from the man he had been to the one he was becoming. But it was at that moment the weight of the world came crashing back onto his shoulders, how something so small could carry that much weight, he closed his eyes, feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate.
     He knew he would have to come to terms with whatever that phone said, but for now, in this moment he was with you. You were important, just as important as anything one of them had to say. So he held you a bit tighter, watching as the canyon walls glowed with the radiant light from setting sun.
     It wasn't till late that night after you had fallen asleep in his arms, did he pull himself away from your warmth. He pulled the phone from his pant pocket, he closed his eyes praying it was something other then what he felt in the pit of his stomach. Only one word was written, one word from the one person he hadn't talked to in four years.
Tony: Assemble
     He looked back at your sleeping form, walking over to the desk, he pulled a blank sheet of paper out and a pen. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and wrote it all out. He opened his duffel bag, pulling out the one article of clothing he hadn't touched nor thought about in the past year. Steve pulled his knife out and took it the chest piece of his old uniform before pulling it on. Then he gave you a kiss on your temple, threw his duffle over his shoulder and left the room.
    When you woke the next morning the bedside next to you was cold. Slowly you sat up, and looked around, Steve's duffle was missing and you knew. You looked over to the desk, there on it was the keys to the truck, a broad white star and a note.
       Dear y/n,
My name is Steven Grant Rogers, I was born July 4 1918. I was just a skinny kid from Brooklyn, in the 40's I joined the army after being denied time and time again. It was because a German scientist saw something in me, and because of this they tested a serum that made me the way I am today. My best friend was capture by the enemies and I went behind the lines to rescue him and his entire group. After that there was small group of us who were tasked with bringing down a strong group called hydra. They had an item, something so powerful that it threaten the world. And because of this item I flew a plane nose first into the ice, and I thought I lost a chance on love.
    Ever since they pulled from the ice ten years ago all anybody has seen when they looked at me was a shield. I was Captain America, the one who helped keep the world safe. It was one fight after another until Tony and I had a fight because my best friend who I thought had died seventy years ago was alive, he had been used by hydra to kill people, including Tony's parents.
     Even after our fight that left my group broke, my team, a family in this new world that I was adjusting to, I gave Tony my phone number in case I was ever needed.
    I never counted on this, I was just going to spend the rest of my life doing nothing. Then I happened upon a hitchhiker, a woman who was seemingly as lost and alone as I felt. But you were so much more then that. You gave me hope, faith, a sense of belonging. I think I was closer to possibly being the person I could of been had it not been for war. And for this I am grateful.
     I don't know when it was I fell in love you, but it's there, something I thought I would never get a chance at. It's there, unyielding, unwavering, and unconditional. Whatever it is I am walking into, wherever this fight may be, trust me when I tell you I would never leave you so lightly. You told me never ask for permission, and never beg for forgiveness. For this I must beg you to forgive me. I will come back for you, my nomadic beauty, no matter what.
        Nomad
    His number was written across the bottom, you could feel your tears welling up. Truth was at some point in Nevada you knew who he had been but he seemed so at peace with himself you couldn't bring it up. Somewhere in the back of your head you knew one day, one day that this would happen.
    You took a deep breath, gathering your things in your bag. You snagged the keys from the desk, pulling your car charger out for your dead cell phone. You smiled through your tears as you grabbed the star and placed it gently in your bag. You decided that you would keep going in his absence, sending him pictures along the way till he returned to you.