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Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine

Title: When We Were Young Character: Steve X Fem!Reader Song to listen to (if any): When We Were Young by Adele Summary: After a shower, reader looks at all of the scars on her body from the war and remembers herself and Steve at that time. //

Y/N took a step out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel as the cold, sharp air hit her naked body.

Drying herself off, she stared at the ugly, vulgar reminders of her time during the war, most of the scars on her body reflected everything she hated about herself. How many innocent lives she killed, how she always thought what she was doing was the right thing.

She let a small smile form on her face, remembering the first time she saw the star spangled man with a plan, it seemed like so long ago-when they were young.

She chuckled, how could she have been so blind to not realise the love she had for him the moment she saw him? How could she think that what she was doing was right?

‘You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

She let a tear slip from her eye, something she had been doing a lot lately. Steve was so important to her, and she couldn’t believe how he had dismissed everything she had done-everything she once was.

'I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you’d be here’

After she was put under the ice, she never dreamed of seeing him again-and then she met Tony Stark around 70 years later-heck, that was a crazy day.

Y/N and Steve soon reunited, she remembered that, too.

Y/N was so fortunate to have the Avengers in her life, the way Tony took her in, how Wanda treated her so kindly, how Clint watched out for her, how Natasha would take a bullet for her, how Buck would never let her go anywhere without protection.

She was most fortunate for Steve, how he loved her, and how she loved him.

She ran the soft towel over her rough skin and touched on one scar that she’d never forget about- the day her and Steve got married and someone just decided to blow something up. She grinned again, and let out a small, but loud laugh.

“Doll, are you okay?”, Y/N shot her head up at the sound of Steve’s voice rang through her ears.

“Yeah, I’m alright-be out in a second!”

She pulled the towel around herself tight and unlocked the door, meeting the eyes of her captain.

'You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

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This was my first little imagine that I’ve written, so if you so happen to be reading this, I hoped you enjoyed! I don’t write too much, but if you’d like to request or pop in an idea for any fandom whatsoever I’d be grateful! Cheers 😄 ~Alannah.

Nurse Bucky - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So apparently my first follower unfollowed me. Like, okay, bye bitch. This girl even messaged me saying how she loved my stories. Then why would you unfollow? I’m lost. Anyways, I’ll save the drama for another time. I really hope she doesn’t see this and know its her. I’m sorry if you do.

Request: “ hey! could u do one where reader and Bucky r a couple and reader is sick or got hurt in a mission or hangover idk and Bucky gets all overprotective and takes care of her and she keeps saying she’s fine but she clearly isn’t!! super fluffy pls!!” by anon. ( pssst…these are my prompt lists: 1 , 2 )

Warnings: Slight language, a fever, idk if that’s a deal breaker

Words: 1075

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I Don't Deserve You {Peter Parker x Reader}

Peter looked at you with so much hurt in his eyes knowing you wouldn’t want to end something like this, he didn’t want to end something like this.

“Listen, I don’t deserve you okay. You’re beautiful and smart and funny. You’re perfect, you deserve someone who’ll be there for you, who wouldn’t ditch you in the middle of dates. Who would hug you when you’re scared and all. Y/N you deserve more than what I can offer.” He says

“Peter, if there’s anyone here who doesn’t deserve their partner it’s me. I understand why you have to ditch me at times, I understand why you can’t always hug me when I’m scared but that’s okay because I know you’re doing something for the greater good. Peter I love you.” You tell him, tears stinging in your eyes and you’re mouth trying to hold inter sobs that could escape at any moment. You couldn’t believe both of you would just walk away. You didn’t want to. Peter didn’t want to.

“Y/N, I love you so much but you need to be with someone who truly makes you happy–” you cut him off, tears now flowing from your eyes like an endless stream.

“YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! Peter you make me so happy you don’t even know how much.” Peter tried to argue but I guess he saw that there was nothing to fight for.

“I don’t know what to fight for anymore.” He murmurs.

“US! Fight for us Peter because I know you love me you’ll fight for us.” You sob. You look at Peter and he’s crying too, he doesn’t want to do this but he’s thinking about what would happen if you continued to be in a relationship with you, the thought of losing you to one of his enemies kept him up all night.

“Peter, you won’t lose me.” You whisper. He looks up at you with a bit of hope in his eyes, hope to know that he deserves to love and be happy whilst being Spider-Man.

“You won’t lose me too.”

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A sound loud as thunder made you jump for a short second. More loud noises. Things falling to the ground. The known noises. You released a sigh and smiled as you turned around, just as a tall, young boy dressed in a superhero suit stumbled straight into the lab. “Missed the window again?” you asked him casually, trying not to laugh. 

He ignored your question and asked instead. “Is anybody else here?” 

“No. Like always, it’s only you and me. Calm down, Spidey” you laughed as the boy grabbed the mask from behind and pulled it from his head, revealing his true identity. 

“Oh god, wait. There’s somebody!” you suddenly said and panicked dramatically. 

“What?” he said confused and shocked at the same time. Desperately he tried to get the mask back on but stopped himself soon as he noticed how you started to laugh. “Ha ha, how funny. It’s been the fifth time since you pulled that joke”

“And you still believe it” you smiled. “Now come on, change clothes. I actually worked on something really cool for your suit last night.” 

Peter smiled at you as he walked back into your room to change into normal clothes. With his suit, he looked like your dad. Despite the fact that your dad made his suit but what you meant was that he looked older than he actually was. In his normal day clothes, he looked younger but not that that is a bad thing. He looked just the right age. “So, what have you been working at?” he asked and came closer to you. 

“It’s nothing big but I thought it was quite cool” you said and handed him a new pair of web shooters on which you worked on. Peter looked closer at it. Him and you started to hang out more often since you know about each other or mostly you know about Peter being Spider-Man. He is pretty clever just as you are and he had quite good ideas for new inventions. Also he was close your age. That’s why you liked working and hanging out with him, rather than have to work with your dad and his friends. 

Suddenly the signal appeared at the ceiling, making you smile proudly. Peter starred at the red beam, which projects the Signal. “That’s absolutely… awesome” he stuttered a bit, still starring at it. 

“Glad to know you like it” you chuckled as glanced at him. “Let’s change the web shooters and then we still have some work to do.”

“Alright, boss” he teased. You rolled your eyes, wanting to throw something after him as he went to grab his suit. 

Raindrops ||Steve Rogers/Reader||

Summary: Steve is in love with you. Always was. But he keeps avoiding you for weeks. Will it be too late for him to tell you?

Genre:Angst

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: This is an oneshot(maybe)

A/N: Is it called self-harm when you’re writing Stories that make you cry for hours?

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Steve wasn’t an open character when it came to love. Someone else would make it obvious by looking at this one person for hours smiling but Steve didn’t. Steve was hopelessly in love. Only Natasha knew what was happening with him. She knew men. But Steve’s situation was unnatural. He didn’t looked at the one he loved with blushes or cute smiles. He was just leaving the room without saying anything. He walked away. Natasha of course didn’t tell anything. Steve wasn’t trying to make a move. He was scared and lost. Afraid that he might end up hurting you.

Steve saw you walking in to the room and made his way out, but you cut him by grabbing his arm. He stopped studying your face. Trying to memorize everything about you. He could draw you later or sleep and dream about you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He didn’t speak. He left.He walked away. You stood to the room alone looking at the wall. You didn’t realize the tears falling down your face. “Steve!” You shout waiting for his reply. “Steve! Come over here!” He just stood in the living room in the couch of the famous Avengers Tower watching the news. Today the news were talking again about the refugees in the Mediterranean Sea. Small, innocent kids and their parents losing their homes everyday cause of the war. Some of them losing family members, even themselves. “Steve we need to talk.” He walked away.

****

“Y/n Y/l/n, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark. Please get ready for your mission. Five minutes.” The director of s.h.i.e.l.d spoke.

“Steve. Can we talk?” He just looked at you and then continued looking at his clock.

“Four minutes y/l/n.” You locked eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s the longest talk we had in weeks.” Silence. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he shook his head. “Just say something to me! We haven’t talk in weeks and all you do is pretend that everything’s ok!” He walked away. You sighed and looked down shaking your head.

****

“Just talk to her. Avoiding her for weeks doesn’t make things worse.” Natasha told to her blond friend. “Do it before it’s too late. Do it before you regret why you didn’t.”

“You don’t understand. Everything I touch gets hurted. I don’t want to hurt her. If I just enter her life like that I will ruin it.” The redhead woman gave him a sad smile.

“Steve I’m sure, you’ll make your both lives better. Can’t you see? You’re in love with each other.” He nodded. His blue eyes looking at you now.

“I will do it after the mission. I promise.”

****

You ran to the field avoiding the bullets flying through you. You had a mission and you needed to finish it. Even though that meant getting injured. The three of the hostages you needed to save were now dead. You couldn’t risk another one to get killed of. Eleven. You heard from your comm and lost it. Eleven people got killed. Eleven people you couldn’t save. So concerned to the mission. So concerned about other people’s lives.You fell to the ground holding your wound. The world and the noise were becoming a faded picture in your ear. The only thing you felt was pain. The only thing you could hear was a scream. Raindrops were falling to your body.

*****

“Hey Y/N. I just want to tell you that I love you. I always did. But I never got the chance to tell you. Forgive me about everything I did. Alright darling?” Steve stood above your grave, the raindrops mixed with his own tears. “I should have told you.” Now he stood in one knee holding a ring, placing it next to the flowers he brought you earlier. “I love you.. Why did you leave me? Why did you not stay here with me? I need you y/n.” He realized that time passed. “Goodbye my lover”.

For anon…reader is painter as requested. Enjoy! (Just a reminder, all the gifs I use are found thru Google unless I state otherwise) It’s soooo long!

Steve let out a wide-mouthed, quiet yawn as he entered the kitchen in the Avengers tower. He stretched his limbs before cracking his neck and knuckles. He padded over to the coffee machine eager for his morning brew.

Just as he started the machine, he heard some thuds coming from the living room. Curious, Steve poked his head out of the kitchen. A small, amused smile crept over his features as he noticed you sitting on the ground, canvas strewn all over the glass coffee table.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pop-tart box, probably one of Thor’s, that had barely been touched. In your hand was a thin brush as you focused all of your attention onto filling in your sketches. You paused a moment to scratch your head and settle into a slightly new position. You hunched your back over the platform.

A beep alerted Steve that his coffee was done. Smirking, the soldier grabbed a second mug and filled them up. The blond carried the full cups as he made his way to the couch. He sat a few centimeters from where you were hunched over, still on the floor. He craned his neck to get a better view of the painting.

“G’Morning, Y/N,” he greeted. You jumped slightly, not realizing he had been there. “Steve!” you yelped. “I thought you went to bed.” He gave you a humored smile. “Yeah, eight hours ago.” “Ah crud,” you mumbled realizing you hadn’t left this spot since last night. He held a mug out to you. “I brought you some coffee.” You accepted it gratefully. “Thanks. Just what I needed.”

Steve leaned forward, picking up a few of the paintings closest to him. You kept your gaze on the one you had been working on while sipping your coffee. For whatever reason, you felt your painting seemed…off. A package of pop tarts landed next to you. Not but a moment later, you felt Steve pressing his lips to your temple. You blushed slightly, not because of the kiss, he did that all the time. You were just thankful that Steve was watching out for you. Maybe the kiss was a part of it, but no big deal. You opened the pop tarts and picked at the food.

“These are amazing, Y/N,” Steve praised softly. You shrugged. “Could be better. Actually, the bird one is pretty good.” He nodded. “The colors contrast quite well. Makes the feathers more seamless.” You quirked a brow at him. “Do…do you paint too, Stevie?” Steve chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m not that artistic.” “Ah ha! But you are artistic!” You waved your fingers back and forth at him. “C’mon Rogers. Let me take a look since you saw mine.”

Steve licked his lips before smirking. A faint blush bloomed over his cheeks. He set his mug on the table, careful not to touch any of your paintings, and stood up. He walked back into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He pulled out a sketchpad and walked back toward you. You could tell he was nervous by the way he held his book: strong and close. You offered a supportive smile.

“It’s alright, Steve. You can trust me.” He smirked and handed it to you. “They’re not nearly as good as your paintings-”

Your gasp cut him off. His eyes widened slightly, a bit nervous. You gently smoothed your hand just to the side of Nat’s portrait. It was so life-like you would’ve mistaken it for her had it not been for the lack of coloring. You flipped to the next page to see a portrait of Tony laughing. The next was Clint and Nat drinking a beer on a couch.

“Steve, these are…” He sighed. “Let me have it.” “Stunning,” you finished with a grin.

Steve’s eyes lit up as you turned to see a sketch of Thor flying over New York. You noticed a figure on the ground wearing a lab coat. It was Bruce. You continued to flip through the pages.

“’Not that artistic’ you say,” you joked, “I never knew I was always in similar company.” Steve saw you flipping closer to the last page. “Uh, Y/N, please don-”

You sat straight as you saw a portrait of yourself. Steve had drawn you grinning with the sun behind you with a Captain America shirt. Your eyes were held a mischievous glint that only he could draw. Feeling your cheeks warm, you ducked your head. You handed Steve his pad while heading to your room. He let out a sigh, thinking you were running to hide. He was surprised when you reentered, clutching a canvas to your chest. Your face was a pinkish hue. Steve wordlessly raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you walked closer to him. You handed it to him face down.

The soldier gingerly turned it around to see a painting of himself. He was sitting on a bench while laughing. A hand held onto his stomach. He noticed a picnic blanket on the ground as well. Steve blinked a few times. It took just another blink before he was on his feet kissing you desperately.

You returned it just as fervently.

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Imagine: Finding your husband, Bucky, after you are both unfrozen in the modern era. Your daughter, who was taken by Hydra and put into the Black Widow program, escapes and she goes to find you both in the Avengers Tower. [x]

FRIDAY: There is some one to see you Mr and Mrs Barnes. They say their name is [Daughter’s/Name]. Y/N: Alright, thank you FRIDAY. Show them up… *looks to Bucky* Bucky: That’s what you named our baby, wasn’t it? *smiles sadly* I bet she was beautiful. Y/N: She was… She- [Daughter’s/Name]: -Hi. You’re James and Y/N, right? *smiles* It’s nice to meet you I’ve been waiting for so long… Y/N: A fan of the Avengers, are ya?  [Daughter’s/Name]: Ur… I suppose you could say that. But I think I’m closer than that to you.  Bucky: How so? [Daughter’s/Name]: I’m your daughter.

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