A story in which you, the reader, is married to none other than the Great Captain America. Since your marriage, you've felt neglected by Steve, who seeming puts the rest of the Avengers before you, his wife, but how will your relationship fare when...
The elevator doors slid open, allowing you to step out onto your floor. You walked down the hallway to your room, a slight limp in your step from your still healing leg. You opened the door and dropped your bag onto the end of the bed before collapsing onto the soft mattress. releasing out a long sigh, you closed your eyes, letting your body relax. You laid there for a few minutes before getting up, grabbing an outfit and heading into the large ensuite. You deposit your clothes on the vanity next to the marble sink and strip, dumping the old clothes into the hamper by the door. You turn on the shower, holding your fingers under the water, waiting for it to warm up.
When its finally warm enough, you step into the shower, letting out a loud sigh, the water cascading down your body, soothing your aching muscles which had been cramping up after two days of bed rest. You grab your bottle of (f/s) scented shampoo, squeezing out a smallish blob and massaging it into your scalp.
(Timeskip because "Yes I think it works" also because my lazy ass didn't want to write about a shower)
You step out of the bathroom, dried and dressed in a comfortable outfit of leggings and an oversized jumper.
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You cross the room and pace in front of the large, floor to ceiling window that faced the New York City skyline. you loved the skyline, having grown up in New York, and you loved looking at the concentration on Steves's face as he drew it, his hand steady as it etched fine details onto a page in one of his many sketchbooks.
But right now, your attention wasn't on the skyline. it wasn't even on the room you were in. your attention, or rather mind, was focused on your husband. The man who had vowed to love you 'til the end of the line'. You had no idea, of course, of how you were going to tell him about the date the next day, and so you paced. You kept pacing until an idea popped into your head.
Now knowing what you were going to do, you left the room and headed towards the lounge, smiling once you saw your husband.
"Steve dear," you began "Do you have anything planned for tomorrow evening?"
Steve turned at the sound of your voice and smiled. A grin spreading across your face at the sight.
"No, I don't think I do," He replied, "Why do you ask doll?"
"I was hoping you'd join me for a date, 6:30 pm, at Le Cuoco."
"Sounds great! I'll be looking forward to it!"
(Sure Steve, sure)
You smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before turning and walking back to the bedroom
(Timeskip because "I had him!" )
You looked at the clock and sighed. It was now 10:22 and there was still no sign of Steve. you had been waiting for Steve for four hours, twenty-two minutes and thirty-three seconds. Steve knew he was supposed to meet you at 6:00 and yet, as 10:30 was drawing nearer, still with no sign of Steve, you gave up. you stalked back to your room and changed into a/an (F/c) blouse, black jeans and a pair of (s/f/c) converse. you grabbed a large duffle bag and packed some clothes and a few pairs of shoes into it. You zipped the bag closed, slung it over your shoulder and stuffed your phone into your pocket. You hurried towards the elevator, pausing only to write a note for Steve before going down to the parking garage. After looking at all your options, you settled for a small, plain SUV, mainly because it wouldn't draw attention, and drove off, heading towards your old apartment.
Steve's POV (bet ya didn't see that one coming!)
Bucky and I walked back into the tower. We were laughing, remembering our youthful misadventures.
"Tonight was great Sam, we should do it again soon," I say as we part way
"It sure was cap"
"Yea" I walk away chuckling and head back to the floor I share with (Y/n).
I hope she didn't miss me too much. I think as I walk into our bedroom. My smile fades a bit as I notice the silver dress laying neatly on the bed. our date! I can't believe I forgot about it! She won't be too mad. right? I rush out to our living room hoping she's there.
"(Y/N)!" I call out, my voice wavering worry.
I search each of the rooms before noticing a piece of paper on the kitchen table. I pick it up and realise it's a note.
To my dearest Steve,
I love you, Steve, I really do, but I feel as though you never make enough time for me anymore. I asked you on a date because I wanted to spend time with you and because I had some important news for you, but I guess I'm not as important as whatever it was you're doing. Missing one night out would be ok, but when you've missed 4 other dates already, it just feels as though you don't care enough. I'm you're wife Steve, in case you've forgotten. I love you but I don't know how I can continue with our relationship if you forget I exist half the time or if you yell and get angry at me all the time. Do you even love me anymore?
And Steve, I didn't want to tell you like this but I'm pregnant.
Love, forever and always,
(Y/n)
I don't realise I'm crying until the tears hit the page. how could I do this to her? She's my wife, my baby doll, my everything and I've been treating her like garbage. She's even questioning if I still love her. God, what have I done! I need to make it up to her. I'll start with a date.
I glanced over the letter again before noticing the last sentence again. I reread it. She's pregnant?! Maybe that date will have to wait. My eyes roll back and I collapse, my knees weak with shock.
A/N
Wow. its certainly been a while. I'm really sorry for the late update. I've had a bit of writer's block plus multiple assessments. I should have written during the holidays but I had no motivation. This chapter is shorter than usual, at about 1,000 words but I'd rather get this out to you now than make you wait even longer. I hope you're all safe and well during this pandemic!
A/N
I realised I had Steve hanging out with Bucky but that doesn't work as he's still winter soldier so I've fixed it to say Sam instead. chapter five will be out soon, sorry for the wait
