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Do Me a Favor (Part 9)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 2,227

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Here’s part 9, guys! Yes, this is Let’s Pretend all over again, I am only making minor changes.

You gasped, covering your mouth with a hand as the hurt hit your chest. You hadn’t thought about Bucky ever walking away from you. Bucky had been a permanent fixture in your life for so long and now… Tears streamed down your cheeks, pain invading every fiber of your being. It had only taken three days for everything to fall apart, for your most intimate relationship to come apart at the seams.

You bent at the waist, letting the bitter tears out and muffling your sobs with your hand. You didn’t want anyone barging in, attempt to offer you comfort for this. It had been your decision after all. You knew how Bucky was, how much he feared new things. And you had still fallen for that smile, those expressive eyes. Had let the bliss of a dance and the close proximity of handsome Bucky reel you in, and you were gone. Hook, line, and sinker.

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Peter Parker X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Hey! Can you please so a Peter Parker imagine where the two of you are dating and it’s your birthday and the two of you make plans but he ends up having to save the city so he doesn’t show up. And you don’t know he’s spiderman so u get super upset and hurt because you think he blew you off and he ends up revealing he’s spiderman to you. Thank you xx

Notes: This was so cute! Gahh I’ve had this imagine simmering in my mind for a bit now so hopefully it came out ok! Enjoy! :)

Warning(s): None.

(y/n) couldn’t believe their boyfriend had blew them off. It hurt, to say the least. To say the most? It felt like Peter Parker had shoved them off a cliff after countless hours of planning and clearing his schedule just for this day. For (y/n)’s birthday, which he was so excited to go out and celebrate. Or at least it had seemed, seeing as (y/n) sat alone, on their way home on the subway after waiting for Peter until the mall closed.

The tears started as soon as they made it into their room. Suddenly they were there, after trying so hard not to cry in the subway, and it wouldn’t stop. Tears pooled around the corners of their eyes and slid down their red, rosey cheeks as the hurt settled in.

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Peter Parker knew he had blown it big time. It was dark out and he was exiting his room after hastily putting his regular wear on over the Spider-Man costume, making sure to shove the gloves and the mask into his pockets. Despite the moon high in the sky the teenager raced to (y/n)’s house.

He knocked, fidgeting. When their parent opened the door Peter could only stammer a hello before sliding in, running up to (y/n)’s room.

“(y/n)! I’m soooo sorry, I know it’s your birthday- shit I forgot your present- (y/n)- you’re crying- shit I made you cry-”

“Peter just stop! Wh- I-” (y/n) hesitated, not even sure what to say. For one thing they weren’t in the mood to see or even listening to Peter. The couple had scheduled to celebrate this day for almost a month and Peter had made sure to be free. And he didn’t even show up after all that work.

“I-…I’m just- so sorry, (y/n). There was an accident- Aunt May hurt herself earlier this afternoon-”

“What?! No she didn’t Peter, I asked her where you were earlier this evening! And we talked and she was perfectly fine. She thought you were with me, Pete. I don’t- why are you lying to me?”

Peter bit his lip, knowing he was caught. He couldn’t meet (y/n)’s gaze. They were devastated, he had hurt them really bad. And then tried to lie, to save his skin and his secret life as a superhero. Sighing, Peter reached into his pocket before he stopped, finally meeting (y/n)’s angry, confused, and hurt gaze.

“I’ll…I’ll tell you what I was doing, ok? But you have to promise to not tell anybody- and I mean anybody! Ok?”

“Peter-”

“Just promise me!”

“…..Fine, Peter. I promise. I won’t tell anybody. Now what the hell were you doing that was so much more important than spending the day with me as you had scheduled a month for?”

Peter took a deep breath and pulled out the mask, holding it loosely in his hand. He slipped half of it onto his head, while (y/n) cocked an amused eyebrow and watched. The teen superhero quickly tore off his shirt, jacket, and jeans before (y/n) could stop him.

“I’m…I’m Spider-Man, ok? I- I wasn’t with you today because I was fighting Doc Ock again today.” Peter shifted while (y/n) snorted, “Peter- don’t try to pull this shit with me! I know you like Spider-Man but really? Cosplaying and still lying to my face? I’m hurt Peter, I’m genuinely hurt.” They turned away while Peter threw his hands into the air.

“I’m not lying, ok?! I promise- I’m not some cosplaying fan boy! I’m honestly Spider-Man! Look- Just- Look!” He shot a web onto the ceiling and effortlessly swung upside down, swaying as the blood rushed to his head.

“….I’m not lying to you. Do you want to take a swing through the city? I can take you on one. I can go and take you to meet Mr. Stark- no no probably Captain America- he’s more understanding-”

“Peter.” (y/n) stopped and looked at their boyfriend. It was hard to deny the uncanny similarities to the web-shooting hero and the fact that Peter was hanging upside down. But they were just so mad at Peter! Finally, after struggling for an answer, they held out their hand for Peter to take.

“Fine, Pete. Take me for a swing through the city, if you’re really Spider-Man.” Peter grinned at this and pulled (y/n) close. He pressed a kiss to their cheek before pulling his mask down. Easily enough he fired a web through the open window and onto a building.

“Hang on, it might be a little bumpy at first. But I promise I won’t drop you, so don’t worry.” He ensured.

At first (y/n) thought he was joking. This was proved wrong as before they even knew it Peter was swinging them over the New York’s still busy night streets. (y/n) watched the lights go by beneath them, mesmerized at the beauty of it all. Peter smiled beneath the mask, knowing he had won his beautiful and perfect (y/n) back over.

He brought them back to (y/n)’s room fifteen minutes later. He stood, nervous, with his back to the window as (y/n) gently listened to the beat of his heart. They seemed content, holding Peter in their arms.

“….I believe you. I’m sorry, Peter, for yelling. I was just…I was so mad that you weren’t there. I thought you had purposely blown me off.” They whispered. Peter nodded, his mask now back over his head. They swayed softly, “I would never purposely blow you off, (y/n). Know that I would never do that.”

“….Did he hurt you? Doc Ock?” (y/n) finally asked. Peter laughed and shook his head, “No, I’m fine. Besides, he’ll never be able to hurt me the way I felt today, knowing I had let you down. I love you, (y/n). Happy birthday.”

“Thank you Peter. I love you too.”

Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Summary:You, Steve and Natasha reach your old military base on New Jersey and someone from your past returns

Genre: Angst, Some fluff

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: Why do I even put a Disclaimer if say the same things??

A/N: Oh god I have a test in Ancient Greek tommorow.. Wish me luck…

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You were outside of the base while memories of you, Steve, Bucky, Peggy and Howard came to your mind. How you and Steve used to run before the serum and colonel Philips screaming at you both for being late. Steve had the same thoughts too. But he didn’t think of chester yelling, but you. How every time you were sparkling and looked beautiful, your kindness and heart of gold. That’s the woman he fell for. And now, she’s his. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Seeing your faces was enough for her to understand what you were feeling right now.

“Wait, that building. Steve, I think it’s not in the right place..” He nodded and broke the lock pushing the door open. Many old computers were there. In the wall hung pictures of your friends in the army. You moved next to a library that seemed weird to all of you. “If you’re already in a secret base, why do you hide the elevator?” He said and you helped him push open the leaves of the library.

The secret floor had some some computers. The same as the others from upstairs but bigger. In the middle, next to the bigger computer, a new-technology usb port made Natasha get more interested. She plugged the flash drive into the port. The screen turned on and it wrote a message “Initiate system?”

“Yes” Natasha typed. The camera started moving and analyzing your faces. It stopped at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, born 1918. Y/N Barnes, born 1918. Natalia Romanoff, born 1984.” The man in the computer had a very familiar voice.

“Zola.” You and Steve exchanged a look.

“You know that thing?”

“Before Captain Rogers and future mrs. Rogers here didn’t send me to jail I was a human like you madam. In 1972 I got diagnosed and science couldn’t save my body but, my mind was worth saving under two hundred thousand feet of data banks. And now, you’re standing on my brain. ” The machine said and the picture of Arnim Zola appeared.

“What the-?” You said and looked to the ground taking some steps closer to Steve. “But, HYDRA died with the red skull. How can it be possible to exist?”

“Cut off one head two more shall take it’s place” Steve rolled his eyes at the usual Hydra’s moto.

“Prove it” Natasha commanded and he showed a display of the redskull, some battles of the hollowing commandos, Captain America and you, Mrs. America. Then it showed SHIELD’s beginning. He showed how HYDRA killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it to look like a car accident.

“We won, Captain Rogers and Barnes, your deaths amounts to the same as your life. Zero sums.“ Steve clenched his fist and punched the screen

“What does the flash drive contains?” Natasha questioned your old enemy.

“Project insight requirs insight so I wrote an algorithm. “

” What does it do?“

“Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors behind you started closing and you threw your shield but it didn’t close.

“Guys, a missile is on the way..” Natasha said.

“Who fired it?”

“Shield” You had only thirty seconds. Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled the three of you in a hole, using your shields to protect the three of you. You were screaming from the pain and soon enough, everything around you turned black. Steve got away the heavy rocks from you and Natasha and pulled you to the surface.

“Y/N?Baby, are you alright?” You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my god I was so scared.” You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine… Did you got hurt? Natasha?” He nodded and picked Natasha up.

“She is breathing luckily. We have to find a safe place..” As you made sure that noone else was there you walked to the woods.

“I don’t get it? What did Zola meant with that algorithm?”

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out. You sure that you’re alright? Babe you look a bit pale..”

“I’m fine, Stevie. Don’t worry about me.” The truth is, you were scared. Not scared about getting yourself hurt or anything.. You were scared what if Steve or Natasha could get hurt or you can’t save the earth again. But also, you were worried about something else.. Something inside of you.. “I’m not in fire, so yeah. I’m fine.” He smiled to you kissed your cheek. Natasha started opening her eyes. “Hey sleeping beauty. Are you ok?” She nodded and stood on her feet.

“Where are we going?”

“At a friend’s” Five minutes later the three of you reached an apartment not far from the city center. Steve knocked the door and that guy that Steve was chatting with when he was jogging opened the door. “We’re sorry we just needed a place. Everybody is trying to kill us.”

“Not everyone” Sam said and offered you to come in. His house wasn’t big enough. He had a small living room detached with the cuisine and two small bedrooms. Each one had it’s own bathroom. It was a joyful place though. The windows were big enough and plenty of light was entering the home and made you feel warmth. After you showered you moved to the kitchen and sat next to Steve.

“We’re sorry if we’re disturbing you Sam, but shield is after us.” You said with an apologetic and sad look on your face but Sam smiled at you to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, It’s nice I have Captain America, Mrs. America and Black Widow in my apartment. It’ll be my pleasure to help you guys.” You gave him a side-smile. “But seriously now, what happened with them?”

“Hydra was growing into SHIELD this hole years. They killed Nick Fury and they are hunting us. You said you were a pilot right?“

“Well not exactly..” He handed Steve a folder with some pictures and articles. Sam Wilson wasn’t a simple pilot. He had a suit with wings. The name was Falcon.

“We can’t ask you to do that..”

“Dude, Mrs and Captain America wants my help I’d be more than happy to help them “ He smiled and the four of you headed out to the door.

Flash foward to the bridge’s incidents

You were in the backseats next to Sitwell. You were moving him to a secret location so he can tell you more about Hydra. Sam was driving and Steve was next to him, sometimes turning his head to you, to see if you’re alright. You nearly screamed when an arm, metal arm popped into the car, dragging Sitwell out and throwing him off the bridge. Natasha grabbed her gun and shooted. The winter soldier stole Sam’s steering wheel and he lost car’s control.

You grabbed Natasha and kicked the door with your shield dragging her out with you. Steve did the same with Sam. Three black cars appeared and Hydra men came out. The winter soldier shot a rocket and Steve pushed you so it could hit his shield. He fell of the bridge. You stopped time to kill some of the men but it was late to take the winter soldier down. He came towards you and you kicked his knee, and backflipped so he couldn’t get any closer. You fought some minutes before he kicked and punched you causing to fell off the bridge too, causing you to fell with your back. “Shit” you mumbled as you noticed the pool of blood around you. With all your strength you stood up and grabbed the black Thompson gun next to the dead agent. You fired and killed the man that tried to shoot at Steve. He ran to you when he noticed the pool of blood which matched your back.

“Y/N! Are you alright baby? Please tell me that you’re alright.” You shook your head and he gave you a quick hug. “Thank God.” You wanted that moment to last longer but you noticed Nat fighting with the winter soldier, but getting shot. He was ready to kill her but you and Steve joined the fight before he could.

After some minutes of constantly punching, kicking Steve threw a kick on his face causing the mask to slip. The man stood there looking at you. You looked at him in shock, not beliving who he was. “Bucky?” Steve asked but he remained silent for some seconds.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky said and Sam caused an explosion which Bucky found a good feint and left. You looked at the ground. Brock Rumlow and his team came, pointing guns at all of you.

“Fell on your knees, hands up!” He screamed as his men pushed the gun on your temple. “Not here!” He yell when he saw the helicopter on the sky. They locked you, Steve, Natasha and Sam to the back of one of their cells with two Hydra agents to look after you.

“It’s all my fault..” You whispered as hot tears fell down your face. “I couldn’t save him and they did that to him.”

“Sweetheart it’s not your fault. We talked about this many times before. So please don’t blame yourself for something you’re not culpable of.“ You shook your head.

“Y/N, I wasn’t there when he fell, but I know that’s not your fault.” Natasha tried to reassure you but then you noted the blood on her shoulder.

“She needs some medic care. She lost much blood, she will die in here if we don’t do anything.” The agent on the door pulled two electrical sticks of her suit. She sticked them to the man next to her and kicked him at his face.

“This thing was squeezing my brain..” Maria said as she pulled the helmet out. “Who the hell is this guy?”

For @spoonking-andmasterofyoursoul…song is “Gasoline” by Halsey. Such a good song, by the way. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a yawn as she padded around the large room. She was currently wearing her workout clothes. She had napped through the earlier training session. She was glad Steve didn’t wake her up for it: she had a brutal mission the night previous. However, when she did wake up, it appeared the tower was empty. Y/N thought about asking JARVIS, maybe catch up with them, but decided against it. It was rare she got the tower to herself and she was going to use it to her advantage.

This was why she was making her way to the largest training room in the tower. A smirk played at her lips as she entered the empty facility. The sight brought her a sense of serenity. It was one of those feelings that one enjoyed, like the same feeling when sitting in a small library.

“JARVIS,” she spoke up, “Could you play my playlist ‘Powerhouse’?” “Of course, Ms. Y/N.” “Loud volume, as well, please.” “Understood.”

Y/N began her workout as the song began to play. She hurried through her workout; stretching, boxing, lifting, and even a little gymnastics. She paused her workout for another water break as one song ended. A smooth sound, belonging to the following song, caused her to shut her eyes. An idea popped into her head. Normally she wouldn’t, but no one was around, so why not?

Bucky strolled through the tower, heading to the main floor. His ears perked up as he felt music pounding through the floors. He knitted his brows. He was sure he was alone in the tower. The rest of the team went to hang out at a club. They wouldn’t be back until later.

Still confused, Bucky made his way toward the thumping music. It didn’t take long to deduce it was coming from the training room. The closer he got, the clearer the words became.

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that sucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Bucky peeked in and saw Y/N moving gracefully across the mat. His eyes widened at her movements. He wasn’t sure what he was more surprised at, Y/N being the only one home or the fact that she was dancing. He didn’t even know she could dance. She had always been so shy about it. Bucky blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing: spying on his crush. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

She dropped her shoulders and head back in time with the music.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

She dipped down to roll across the mat, torso arching slightly. Her head circled, hair following.

Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

She popped up and lifted one leg in the air. Her arms held onto the leg.

And all the people say…

Her body twisted before leading into a leap.

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think there’s a flaw in my code, Oh, oh, oh, oh, These voices won’t leave me alone,

Bucky watched on with awe. The way she moved was seamless, never missing a beat, never missing a step. He felt so stupid. How couldn’t she dance when she was as skilled a fighter as she was? It must’ve been second nature to her. The former assassin’s breathing had grown heavy.

Without having realized it, Bucky had stepped toward her, being drawn in by her movements. Even more amazing, through it all, he realized he was connecting with the song. He related to it, understood it.

And all the people say…

"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

It was so similar it was nearly a physical ache. Y/N managed to detail his emotions through her dancing. He wondered if she related to it as much as he did. Bucky lowered his head as he thought, the ache growing in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N spun and caught sight of his figure. She fumbled for just a moment. She knew he must’ve been watching as evidenced by his crimson blush. But, there seemed to be something else. He seemed pensive, upset. This worried her a bit.

In time with the music, she walked over to him as silently as possible. She wasn’t mute, but he was too consumed by his thoughts. Gently, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His gaze shot up, still soaking in the words.

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. He gave her a small, shy smile. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She smirked at him. “It’s alright. The song does a pretty good job at keeping me calm, so I’m gonna spare your ass today.” Bucky laughed. “I appreciate that.”

He rubbed his metal thumb across her knuckles. The words continued to wash over him. After a moment, Bucky half-grinned.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Y/N’s raised a shocked brow. “Really? Mr. 1940s likes a newer song?”

He nodded while gently pulling her closer. She felt her heart begin to race. A blush of her own crept up her neck and cheeks. His lips ghosted over hers as he spoke.

“You definitely had something to do with it,” he murmured.

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A century’s sleep (A Good Omens piece based off Psyche surprising sleeping Cupid by Louis Jean François Lagrenée)

I’ve lost interest in painting this so here it is, unfinished. Also, i’m not calling it a repaint this time because I've strayed so far from the original it’s more of a “inspired by” or “loosely based off” rather than a repaint.

Hannigram: Every Shot

Yes, I went through all 39 episodes of Hannibal, and selected frames from every shot Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen shared the screen.

The Magic Feat

Request:  Bucky x reader please :) They’re friends but have feelings for each other. When they’re watching a film reader takes her bra off under her shirt & he’s amazed. She can’t believe he’s impressed given all the things he can do. Fluff to end please.

Word Count: 1,402

Contains: Fluff and a baffled Bucky. Cuteness all around.

A/N: Fluffy Bucky for you all! Hope you enjoy :) 

Bucky stepped into the living room, concern in his eyes. “Where’s everyone?” he asked you.

After muting the television, you swallowed the bite of cereal you had been chewing on before replying. “They’re on a mission.”

“And they couldn’t have told me about it?” Bucky’s voice was laced with annoyance.

You scoffed. “They don’t need to report everything to you, Barnes.”

“I know, but I’d like to know where they are,” he huffed out. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bucky?”

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IMAGINE: You were “Peggy” TITLE: There Is No Future Without You (GIRL READER) _

1942 wasn’t your year. Being a female during this time was hard, especially when you worked for the government. You worked for an organization called Strategic Scientific Reserve; SSR for short. To make matters worse you were assigned to work with the military for a new project. Today was the day you met the new recruits and you weren’t the least bit excited.

You walked with a kick in your step. You eyed the men in front of you stopping to stare a few seconds longer at the shortest and scrawniest of the bunch. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute. You continued to analyze the group as you spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, I’m Agent L/N. I supervise all operations of this division.”

“Hey, sweet cheeks. What’s a gal like you doing working for the US Army?” One of the men spoke.

You refrained yourself from smirking. You looked at him with a firm look, “What’s your name, soldier?”

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” He glanced at his friends before doing as told and moved to stand in front of you, “Put you right foot forward.”

“Are we dancing? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” That was all he needed to say for you to snap. Without a second thought you, you through your fist feeling as it connected with his face.

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The car had been silent with a hint of awkward. You sat up straight, waiting for you two to make it to the facility. The moment you saw Steve you knew he would be picked. He may not have been the biggest, or the tannest, but he had the heart and will that was needed. You had just hoped he would be the only subject. You didn’t know if you could take watching others be put through the testing.  

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve spoke,” I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He pointed out each place like it was some kind of achievement, which it kind of was.

You refrained yourself from chuckling, “Did you have something against running away?”

“You start running they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, push back.” The two of you locked eyes, “Can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” All those times you tried to be more than just the girl in the RSS you would always be shoved back down. You were never given the chance to show your potential.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to’ join the army if you’re a beautiful dame. Or a beautiful…a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but-”

You smiled softly at his awkwardness, “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“This is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.” He smiled sheepishly, “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced?” You couldn’t believe that anyone would not give such a gentleman a chance. If you weren’t under strict orders to not get involved with anyone at work, then you might have given the blonde a chance.

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years just didn’t seem to matter that much. Figured I’d wait.” He shrugged.

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

“Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Steve poured himself a glass of what you assumed was alcohol while he barely glanced at you as you approached him.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects.” You replied knowingly. You took a seat next to him unsure of what to say. You were never good at comforting people. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Did you read the reports?” Steve asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” You answered.

He finally looked you in the eye, “Then you know that’s not true.”

You placed your hand onto his. “You did everything you could.” You swallowed thickly as your hand began to grip his, “Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” He barely nodded. “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He must have thought you were worth it.”

Your words seemed to strike a cord with him as he squeezed your hand, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

You smiled in return, “You won’t be alone.”

-

“Wait!” You stopped the taller man. Trying to grip his suit, you pulled him into kiss that nearly stunned him, “Go get him.”

Steve looked at Phillips as a blush covered his pale cheeks. Phillips rolled his eyes, “I’m not kissin’ you!”

Steve looked back you taking the words from the Colonel as a single to leave. He smiled before he ran off. If you had just known that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a very long time.

-

The radio sounded loudly. Whoever was trying to contact you wasn’t very understand with the static, but you knew who it was. You were quick to press the button to talk to him, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

Steve. He was alive. You almost shouted in glee at his voice. Almost.

“What about the plane?” You asked in hope.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.” He responded quickly.

You bit your lip. “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

“There’s not going to be a safe landing.” His next words tore your heart, “But I can try and force it down.”

“I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You tried to reason. Your eyes were already glazing over as your gripped the com tighter.

“There’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice wavered, “We have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.”

You sniffled. You were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.” Steve’s voice broke at the last word. He wasn’t going to come back.

“Alright.” You played long with this fantasy, “A weak, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late!” A tear escaped your eye, “Okay?”

“You know; I still don’t know how to dance.” He grunted on the other end.

“I’ll show you how.” You smiled sadly, “Just be there.”

“You’ll have the band play somethin’ slow. I’d hate to step on your-” Static.

“Steve?” You asked. No reply. Your lips let out a sob, but your hand never left the button as you spoke, “Remember, don’t be late.”

-

“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just- I had a date.” _ DATE: February 1st, 2016

NOTES: I made myself sad