𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | sɓuıɯı⊥

Chapter Two

The whole day you'd spent typing reports and struggling to meet the deadline, earlier this morning Steve had said he needed to talk to you, and whenever in the the history of anything did we need to talk mean a good thing.

You'd returned back at your apartment at 22:30, it was getting late but you had the next two days off, you had planned too maybe spend them with Steve, depending on how this talk went.

Stepping into your apartment felt strange, you knew Steve would be waiting for you but a pet of you didn't want to speak to him, out of fear.

Steve was sat at your kitchen island with two glasses of something in front of him, you eyes him suspiciously, your heart jumping into your throat. "Thanks." You said your hands shaking a little. "So, what did you want to talk about." You said leaning against the island.

He ran his hand over his head, "I kissed Sharon Carter." He said, your world stopped moving, you thought you were going to throw up. You steadied yourself in the island, "you did what?" You asked hi. Like he hadn't just told you he kissed another female.

"I didn't mean to." He said softly, you let out and involuntary laugh and walked around to your drink cabinet, you pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured yourself a shot. "What do you mean, you didn't mean too?" You said backing the shot. "Your lips just happened to fall upon Sharon?" You said pouring yourself another shot. "It was a mistake. It won't ever happen again." Steve said walking towards you.

You took a step back and looked up at the man you thought would never hurt you, your eyes scanned his face and landed on his lips, another woman had kissed him intimately.

"Did she kiss you, or did you kiss her?" You said too him softly, "I, I, kissed her. It was a momentary relapse. We were talking about Peggy, and it just happened. It was the most stupid mistake I've ever made and I'm so sorry." He said taking hold of your arms, you pulled them away.

"You need to leave Steve." You said anger flowing through you, his face looked shocked. "We're, we're over Steve." You said mulling the idea for a moment, what would your life be like without America's Golden Boy.

"Please, I am so sorry. Please give me another chance." He said, "You never, never be asking that question. You, you ripped my god damned heart out Steve and all you care about is being alone." You said tears dropping down your face. "Leave Steve." You said sternly, he hadn't moved. "I SAID LEAVE." You shouted, he jumped at your words as you'd never shouted at him before.

He got to the door and looked back at you, you ran your hand through your hair. "I really am sorry Y/N." He said. "So am I Steve." You said downing your shot.

As Steve walked into the tower he was greeted by Sam, "no y/n?" He asked, "we, we, erm, we broke up." Steve said sadly, "what do you mean you broke up?" Sam asked, "I, I, kissed Sharon." Steve said as his head hung low.

You broke it off with Steve that day, you hadn't seen him in months but you still communicated with him as you helped him with a lot of stuff. You were mad at him but you still wanted to help him.

In that time you threw yourself into work and hadn't dated anyone since, unknowingly Steve checked in on you every so often to ensure you were still safe, whether you believed it or not he was sorry and he did still love you.