A Universe Away |Steve Rogers X Female Reader|

Prologue

May 1st, 1939
12:33 A.M. 

"Steve!"  You called to him from the taxi, the man driving was waiting patiently for his pay, while the scrawny man stormed off in a hurry. You threw the man his money and rushed off to meet Steve.  

"I can't believe you let him treat you like that! How have you never told me?"  He gestured off into a random direction, his brow furrowed in frustration. 

"Steve I didn't tell you because I knew you would be like this."  You responded calmly trying to get the smaller man to understand. 

"He hits you Y/N! Of course, I'm going to get like this!" He said, "It's unbelievable that you think I'm going to let him get away with it!" 

"Steve let him get away with this!" You huffed out "I don't want you to get in the middle of this, I don't you getting hurt..."  

"Well, that's too damn bad because I'm not watching from the sidelines while you continue to get hurt."  He said forcefully, you flinched when you saw his hands fly up in the air. When he noticed your startled position, his face grew calm. "I would never hit you Y/N,"  He said walking up to you gently, he drew you in for a hug. 

"I know you wouldn't, its just a habit I guess."  You saying that pissed him off more, he huffed and pulled away harshly, but not enough to startle you. 

"Yep, that's enough for me to hit him!" Steve ran off into the bar, the ill-lit building sent a suspicious feeling throughout your body.  

Surprisingly you couldn't catch up to Steve, it was odd seeing as how short his legs were. And even though he had a weak body, you were still a little scared at what he was going to do. 

Steve walked around to the inside of the bar and over to your fiance, his hair was messy and he had a rag thrown over his shoulder. "Y/N what are you-?" He could barely even finish before Steve connected his fisted hand with your fiance's jaw. Your fiance stumbled back for a moment to realize what was happening. "You little bitch you told them?" He gruffed. 

"Don't ever call her that again,"  Steve was pushed down to the floor but got up moments later. He wiped the small cut on his lip with the back of his hand. Your fiance threw a punch and knocked Steve back.  You turned your attention to the door when you heard a shout. "Y/N, What happened?"  A panicked Bucky asked looking over at Steve and your fiance, Michael, fighting. 

"Steve found out Michael hit me," 

"He hits you?" Bucky's eyes widened, then filled with rage. He stripped off his jacket and walked over to join the two.  Let's just say Michael never even talked to you again. 

The three of you walked home, a silence overcame all of you. Steve held his busted lip and Bucky gently touched the small bruise on his cheek. You all knew where you were going, though, despite their silence. You all walked up to your apartment, Steve walking in first, using the key he kept in his pocket. He walked over to your kitchen table and sat down. You walked over to your linen closet and grabbed the first aid and a cloth.  You got it wet with a bit of alcohol and walked back over to the boys. You walked to Steve and sat in the chair next to him, you scooted closer, you could tell by the way he looked at you he was dreading having to do this. 

"You wouldn't have to do this if you didn't start a fight," 

"Well, I wasn't going to stand by." 

"I know, I know," You gently cocked your head to the side and pressed the cloth to his lip. He flinched and sucked in his breath.  "And I love you for that," You pressed your lips his forehead. You pulled back at the sudden touch, you hadn't even realized until after the fact that you had done it. You saw Steve's pink cheeks. 

"Sorry," You coughed returning the alcohol covered cloth to his lips. "It's okay," Steve mumbled back behind the white cloth. 

"I have to be to work in the morning, you two are free to sleep on the couch or guest bedroom if you don't want to walk home." You said closing up the first aid kit after tending to both of their 'wounds'. 

"Okay thanks, Y/N,"  You gave a small hum in response and walked into your room shutting it gently behind you. 

"You gotta tell her Stevie," Bucky said, laying a sheet out on the couch for him to sleep on. 

"I will, just not yet,"  

"Steve, you always say 'not yet', when is it going to be the right time?"

"Bucky, I really don't know, I'm in love with an amazing girl, who literally hours ago got out of an abusive relationship.  I don't think that's a very good time to tell her I love her."  

"Steve you're going to regret it," 

"Maybe I will, but I don't want to risk the amazing thing we have now.  And besides, what makes you think she loves me too. Not in this body." Steve gestured to his torso with both his hands. 

"Well, I highly doubt you're going to get a new body anytime soon." 

"My point exactly," 

"I'm not saying that to back you up, I'm giving you yet another reason to go for it." Bucky cocked his head to the side. 

"I can't, I just... Cant," 

You tossed and turned in your bed, the room was hot and the sheets stuck to your body. The entirety of your skin was coated in sweat. 

You finally threw the sheets off you and laid on your back, you head thrown back on the pillow. Eventually, after an hour of hell, you drifted off to sleep. 

You awoke hours later in a room you didnt recognize, your heart raced and your lungs fought for air.  You took in the harsh scenario around you, you were tied to a chair and cloth between your teeth.  

You tried to take a deep breath, and you were decently successful, it was most likely one of those dreams. The ones where you knew you were dreaming. But all of that wishful thinking was washed away when you felt a needle jab into your neck.  

This shit was real.  

*Steve and Bucky*

"Steve wake up, now something's wrong!" Bucky shook the smaller male awake. Steve's eyes slowly fluttered open.  

"What Buck?"  He asked wiping his eyes tiredly. 

"Y/N's gone," Steve's eyes shot open. 

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Word Count: 1114

Hey there lovelies! I'm starting yet another fanfiction, I really hope you stick around for this because I think It's pretty interesting. I was making this while listening to Carrie Underwood which is why I think Michael (Your Former fiance) had some abusive behaviors. Anyway, enjoy it!