Steve and the reader are an ordinary suburban couple with an ordinary, suburban marriage. Many would say they're the perfect couple. But all is not as it seems. The reader's not an immunologist and Steve doesn't work as an architect. Unbeknown to ea...
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Sam opened his front door to find a beaten and bloody Steve standing in front of him, having walked all the way here from the river.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked, his eyes darting between the street and him.
"My wife," he huffed and headed inside ignoring his weary look, leaving Sam at the doorway with his mouth open in shock.
Ignoring him, Steve was too busy thinking about how you had betrayed him. How could you do this to him? He'd let his guard down.
Refusing to take a seat by the breakfast table opposite Sam, who was trying to process all this new information, Steve poured himself a drink with the intention of getting drunk and forgetting what had happened. Unfortunately, reality hit him when he remembered he was unable to get drunk due to the serum.
With a vein popping out of his neck, he told Sam, "She tried to kill me!"
"Yes, she did," Sam assured, pointing his finger at the supersoldier. "And I'll tell you what, she would have done it on field too. They all want to do it at the end. At least Y/N got guts and killed you like a man would, but all of them want to do it. Slowly, painfuly and creepingly."
"Sam, could you please focus?" Steve asked, tired of hearing his friend ramble about how good you were as an assassin. Sam nodded as if asking for forgiveness.
"So, how many people do you think she's killed?" he asked, leaning against his backrest.
"What do you mean, Sam?" Steve questioned, cocking his head to the side and folding him arms, knowing exactly where this was going.
Sam got on his feet and poured himself some coffee, looking after a needy Steven Rogers was utterly exhausting. "Well you think she's killed more people than you saved? I mean she could have. She could have killed way more."
But then again, listening to Sam's questions could be bloody gruelling too. "Ugh, Sam," Steve groaned in exasperation.
"Man, how d'you suppose she kept this from you all these years?"
"Listen, lots of couples have secrets, okay?" he answered, trying to deal with the other Avenger.
Sam had never been angry at Steve. Irritated, occasionally annoyed but never truly angry. Not like this. Still, he kept his usual cool. "No. Lots of couples have dogs. What you've got is a freaking Tyrannosaurus Rex."
They both froze thoughtfully, Steve staring at the table and Sam sipping his cup of coffee before they looked back at each other. Steve took a seat by the table and heaved a deep, long sigh. Soon afterwards, Sam joined him.
"I can't believe she lied to me," Steve muttered, aknowledging what had happened to him. "I didn't marry her because she was easy to win over or anything. I married her because I loved her."
"Well, do you still love her?" He asked, but immediately stopped Steve from answering. "Wait you should sleep on this? It's two in the morning. You're both upset."
