Marvel Imagines

Her Eyes

Warnings: lots of fluff but also angst, death

Steve loved your eyes. No matter the situation, they always took his breath away and made him fall in love with you even more.

Steve loved your eyes. He fell in love with them the first time he saw you back in the Compound. Just like Clint said, he hit it off with you right away. Your eyes were sparkling, beautiful and friendly. Your eyes held respect he came to love, not respect towards his title, that he found out he will have to earn respect with you through his actions. No, it was a respect towards another living being, the respect that was often so easily forgotten or tossed aside in this world. Your eyes were clear, kind, non-judgmental. Steve got it bad for you very fast, he found much needed silence in you during nights when his head was too loud, as you simply sat down beside him in silence, just holding his hand. He found piece of normalcy with you as he woke you up with a breakfast, teasingly scolding you for reading until late night. It was nice, feeling so domestic. He took that feeling and hold it close to his heart, enduring the teasing Tony and Nat was showering him with.

Steve loved your eyes. He loved how they shone during the mission, shone with need for justice and anger against their oppressors. You were a force to be reckoned with, your fury passing through the field as a rainstorm. Controlled anger against your enemy and heartful sympathy towards victims made you look like a Goddess of Justice in Steves eyes. Beautiful, scary, gracious, untouchable. It was the contrast between the cold anger when you faced any Hydra agent that willingly joined their evil forces, and the warm, collected understanding for unfortunate victims that made Steve respect you as an agent, trusting you with his life, believing you will always do what is right.

Steve loved your eyes. Steve could still remember your face when he introduced Bucky to you when he finally persuaded him to come to Compound. Your eyes were full of compassion for his best friend, just a hint of righteous ire for the pain his friend endured but most important, they looked at Bucky without any remorse or satiety. You looked at him, seeing a troubled, healing man with horrible past, trying to reclaim himself. You looked at him as on a normal man, not a bomb that could blow out at any moment. You never crossed that thin line between friendly and overzealous and you always made sure to ask Bucky about his opinions about various things. He could see just how much Bucky appreciated your effort to make him as comfortable as he could. Just as Steve, you took him under your wings, slowly re-introduced him into society. It was your eyes, shining in the darkness of room during movie night, your attempt to lift Buckys spirit with Disney movies, shining with pride when Bucky laughed at Terk and Tantor trashing the camp, shining with slight embarrassment when you caught Steve looking at you, both of you smiling when Bucky snorted at Ling being bit in the ass by Mushu. His love for you only grew as he saw your caring gaze, like a mother cat looking at her little kitten, even when the kitten was actually a huge wolf.

Steve loved your eyes. Even when they were red and puffy after a bad mission, Steve found them enticing. The immense sadness that poured from your eyes as you held a hand of a girl, barely older than Scotts daughter, as she cried, trying to stop the bleeding that slowly seeped into the grass under them. That calmness you forced into your sight, knowing it was only way to ease girls departure, even though there was a hurricane behind the calm façade. Steves heart broke upon seeing your hunched form in the Quinjet, dark, pained eyes trained on your blood covered hands, muttering apologies under your breath. Your empathy was like an endless well, it poured from you, washing over every being that needed that helping pat on the back, a silent hug or just your presence beside them, you somehow always knew how to soothe the pain and bring the calm, even if it lasted just a minute to get yourself together. Your warm soul made life of people around you easier, even happier but it took a toll on you, a toll you didnt want to show others. A toll that made your eyes look shinier with unshed tears. This kind of shine made Steve throw away any plans and do his best to distract you from the painful hollowness inside of you. It was the look in your eyes the next day, that strong look in your eyes that made Steve fall in love with you little bit more, a strength that told the world around you that you will not fall and get stuck in the mud of weakness, your eyes shown you will get up again and again to do whats right.

Steve loved your eyes. He felt the butterflies in his stomach everytime he remembered your face when he finally confessed his love to you. It was like you trapped the sunshine in your eyes, your whole face lit up like a first rays of light after a long night. You were simply stunning, Steve was only able to sing praises in his head while his mouth gaped, stammering and blushing like a fool in love he was. Your eyes seemed to overflow with love you so effortlessly expressed. Both of you never felt more at ease, more natural as Steve took you face gently in his hands, planting a soft kiss on your nose and then pressing his forehead against yours, his throat swelling with love, want and nervousness alike. It was you who erased the gap between you, your lips incredibly soft and sweet, so much better than what he imagined. You were a good kisser, gentle, somehow knew exactly what to do to make Steve weak in his knees. And that was exactly what happened, his knees giving up on him, pulling you down on the sofa with him, your eyes adorably mischievous as you attacked his face with quick peckers- on his lips, cheeks, forehead, even eyelids. Pure happiness of you two was not interrupted even when Bucky and Sam entered the living room, in tow with Tony and Nat, screams, teasing and whooping filling the room. To Steve, it felt like the world was finally giving him a break after losing Peggy, after seeing brainwashed Bucky, after his fall-out with Tony. He felt happy, he didnt felt so out of time anymore. Steve felt whole again.

Steve loved your eyes. That was why he couldnt look away from them even now, lifeless and dull, a heartbreaking opposite of you, all because of a bullet. A bullet meant for him. A bullet that created a bright red flower on your chest of your grey tactical suit. A stray enemy agent with revenge in his heart. And it was your heart that was not beating anymore. Wrong heart. He could feel his soul and heart shatter, break into countless pieces as weeping Bucky and Tony dragged him away from your corpse, your dull, greying eyes staring in his own.

Steve loved your eyes.

The End