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Never Be Her- Steve Rogers

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You wince as Bruce finishes stitching up the bullet wound in your arm. He wraps it carefully in gauze and you slide off the table.

"Thanks, Bruce. I appreciate it." He washes his hands and smiles at you.

"No problem. Try not to come back with any more bullet wounds, would you?" You chuckle, nodding.

"Sounds like a plan. Night, Bruce."

"Night, (Y/N)." You walk out of the lab and up the stairs to Steve and I's room. You open the door and am immediately worried about Steve's stiff posture.

"Steve? What's wrong?" He turns to you, his eyes narrowed.

"You got shot. Because you weren't careful," he speaks lowly. You cringe.

"Yeah, about that." You give him what you hope is to be an innocent smile. His frown deepens and you know you're in some deep shit. "Steve, it's just a flesh wound. I promise. It doesn't hurt that bad. I'll be healed in no time," you assure. He shakes his head and crosses his arms.

"That's not the point. If you had been more careful, you wouldn't even need stitches. Being distracted can get you killed, Y/N!" he scolds.

"You think I don't know that? I've seen it happen! To people I care about! You don't get to lecture me on that." You clench your jaw, trying to keep from spewing out more words. But, apparently, Steve isn't done. He throws his hands in the air, exasperated.

"Why can't you be more like Peggy?" he blurts. Your breathing stops and you look at him wide-eyed. The weight of his words hasn't hit him yet, but they will.

"Dick move, Rogers," you deadpan. His eyes go from angry to mortified in less than two seconds.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean it." You shake your head and laugh humorlessly.

"Yes, you did. You meant it one hundred percent. You've been trying to change me into Peggy two-point-oh since we started dating, Rogers." He flinches, absorbing your words. "I won't change myself for you. And I sure as hell won't change into someone you still love, despite me trying everything to get you to love me." You walk to the dresser and grab a change of clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping in Natasha's room. I'll get my stuff tomorrow." He grabs your upper arm gently.

"(Y/N), please. Please, let me fix this," he pleads. You wrench your arm free and shake your head.

"No, Steve. I can't do this." You back away from him, ignoring the pleading look in his eyes. You turn around and walk out of his room and towards Natasha's. You flinch when you hear a crash, probably Steve throwing something at the wall. You knock on Natasha's door and she opens it not a second later.

"(Y/N)? What's going on?" You blink back tears.

"Can I sleep in here tonight?" She steps aside and lets you in.

"You're always welcome. What's going on?" She asks as she shuts the door. You bite your lip to keep the tears at bay but it doesn't work. Soon, your shoulders are shaking with sobs and Natasha pulls you in for a hug.

"Steve and I broke up," you blubber pathetically.

"What? Why?" she asks, astounded.

"He basically said 'why aren't you more like Peggy.'" You feel Natasha tense and she pulls away, a murderous look in her eyes.

"That son of a bitch," she growls. "He can't get over her, even with you standing right in front of him? You're the best thing to happen to that man." Tears continue to roll down your cheeks. Natasha wipes them away and smooths down your hair. "Get dressed and lay down in bed. I'll get you some water." You smile slightly.

"Thanks, Nat." She kisses your cheek and leaves the room to go to the kitchen. You don't even bother going to the bathroom to change. You quickly slip on the sweatshirt and sweatpants before climbing into bed. You close your eyes, hugging the pillow close to you as you try to fall asleep.

Even though you said you refuse to change yourself, what wasn't good enough for him? Were you not pretty like Peggy? Smart? Funny? Quick-witted?

Why are you not good enough?

Eventually, you fall asleep wondering what's wrong with you.

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I see the way you look at her

I've never seen you look at me like that

It doesn't matter what I've heard

No one has to tell me twice

I can see it in your eyes

— Lover by Plot Twist & Rose & Kennedy —