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"I can't do this anymore! We've waited long enough! They're not coming back! There's no magic potion we can make this time Steve! Or did you forget what he said?!"
You had enough. It's been about a week of non-stop planning and scheming and searching but to no avail. Your loved ones were nowhere. Steve didn't want to give up. He had lost both of his best friends.
A glimmer of hope came in the form of Tony Stark, finally making his way back to Earth, along with Carol. Then, we tracked Thanos to his retirement planet where he delivered the news that there was no going back. It could not, and would not be undone. And that was the last thing he ever said before Thor finished him, once and for all.
"Why should we give up? Who knows if Thanos was telling the truth?"
"Steve....." you say with a sigh, "they're gone, and all we can do is move on. They wouldn't want us to dwell and mourn if there was no way to undo it. We've tried every possible situation. Tony can't help, and even when he gets better, I doubt he'll want to. They just got the news that Pepper is pregnant. You think he's gonna want to undo that?"
At Steve's silence, you continued, "Do you think I want to stay here at the compound? With the reminders of everyone? Hell, I keep looking over my shoulder waiting for Sam to jump out and scare me, or for the smell of Wanda's Sokovian chili to waft through the kitchen! And you want to know why they're gone!! Because of me! I should've moved Vision out of Wakanda when you asked! When you yelled out for me over comms I should've left without hesitation, but I froze and even now I can't remember why!"
At your proclamation, Steve looked up at you, teary-eyed and grief-filled, and you couldn't take it. You sat and sunk into yourself, closing yourself off to the rest of the world and to this conversation.
"Y/N... I know somewhere."
"What?" you gruffly mumbled into the desk, still not willing to face him after your confession of guilt.
"I know somewhere we can go. Get away from all the memories of the team. I had Nick set it up in Brooklyn as a sort of safe house. I think now it can be our home, together. We could start over, find some way to move on. Maybe help others cope."
Still, face down, you sarcastically added: "If that's your idea of a proposal, Steve Rogers, I can't wait to see how our future home looks!"
At that, he came over to me and coaxed my arm from under me, allowing my forehead to plop straight down on the cold conference room table.
"Ooow."
"Y/N, look at me."
I wiped my face and gathered the courage to finally look him in the eyes. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through my own.
"Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me, and help me navigate this new world and our place in it?"
"I thought you'd never ask." And with a smile and sweet kiss, that's all we needed from each other.
