The Avengers x Reader Inserts

deserving | steve rogers | 4/4

A/N: This short series is for @/allisonbaelfire's writing challenge on Tumblr! Thank you for creating this fun challenge and letting me join! And in this fic, Jarvis is alive and an AI, even though there's a reference to Spiderman: Homecoming. It's a chronological mess, but I couldn't help but insert that lil' gem. xD

Summary: Reader is in an abusive relationship with a man who makes it his sole priority to violate her boundaries. As the relationship wears on, Steve is your confidant, you closest and dearest friend. You had known each other for many years, since the first days he had awoken from the ice. You confide in him with everything and Steve cherishes your friendship – but when will you learn that you're worth more than a selfish man who can't respect you? When will you realize that America's hero, Steve Rogers himself, is waiting for you?

Warnings: bff time with nat, even more angst, sappy shtuff, fluff

Word Count: 7.6 K (lol oops idk how to write short chapters) 

Music: Kostas by Rachel Portman (from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2) The Apple by Aaron Zigman (from Flicka)

Tony Stark had ordered his security team to escort Liam's unconscious body to an infirmary in the lower levels of the tower, where he would then be escorted from the building after he came to. When the party had long ended and everything quieted down, you all sat together on a set of couches in the loft of the party level. You had been showered with affection from your teammates; you'd been given blankets and hot cocoa, a box of lotion-infused tissues, as well as a dish of leftover desserts to munch on. You were all exhausted, especially after the fiasco of dealing with Liam, but you had all collectively decided to play board games for the rest of the night.

Steve sat next to you, still on alert to make sure you were alright. You appreciated his attentiveness, as it made you feel safer and as though he was still focused on protecting you. You couldn't be more grateful. Some little part of you, some childish facet of your mind that seemed to overwhelm any sense of logic, was still afraid that Liam would burst through the doors and whisk you away in a flash of irreproachable fury. With Steve next to you and Natasha positioned on the rug in front of you, you could feel the fear slowly dying away.

Natasha helped you eat the pastries and move your monopoly figure around the board. It was such a relief to see that your teammates cared for you not only as an asset to their missions but also as their friend, as a member of their ragtag little family. It seemed proven tonight that you were a definitive piece in their little abstract puzzle. You weren't just the logistics writer, the agent who happened to get on the team, or even the missions choreographer.

You were family.

You were important to them; they cared deeply for you. So much so that they asked you to pick the first game, as well as first dibs on the small silver figurine of Monopoly, and a night full of kind and endearing questions to make sure you were content. You had been asked if you wanted white or red wine, or if your preferred aloe tissues to lotion-infused, if you wanted Steve's fuzzy blue blanket or the thinner one from Etsy that had Iron Man plastered on one side - offered to you by Tony himself - or if you wanted to give the first dare in the first of several rounds of Truth or Dare.

After hours of playing games that ended in throwing Monopoly money at each other, Tony offered you a room in the condo level, where most of the team slept on a regular basis. You accepted gratefully. You had been quietly dreading the trek back out into the frigid cold and waiting for a cab to take you all the way home. When all had quieted down and everyone began dispersing upstairs, Natasha led you up to her bedroom suite, where you followed with Steve's blanket still snug around your shoulders. She was excited to finally have you staying in the tower.