IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) broke up a while ago. Since they broke up, they managed to salvage their friendship. Steve, being Steve, decided to set her up with one of his friends. It was the right decision though wasn’t it? So why was he feeling all these emotions when he saw them together?
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The road to love has its ups and downs. You may break up, move on, meet someone nice spend a few years with them…but eventually, you may realise that the person that you’re meant for you already dated them. Like the cliche, if you’re meant to be, you’ll find a way back to each other.
“I still cannot believe that you’re setting her up with someone!” Sam exclaimed as he loudly placed down his glass. “Natasha agrees with me.” The woman in question nodded as she too sat down. “I thought you guys were going to be together forever.”
Steve shrugged, sipping his drink, “I guess it wasn’t just meant to be.”
“Bullshit!” Sam yelled. “That’s utter bullshit.” Steve arched a brow and looked quizzically at his friend. “What? Look, everyone knew that you guys were great together and everyone thought that you would end up together. You seemed so in love with each other.”
Steve sighed loudly and readjusted his seating position. He took a deep breath once again, “Look Sam, (Y/N) and I were great together, but sometimes the road that you’re both on just ends because you’re just too different, or timing.”
“So if it wasn’t for timing you guys would be together?” Natasha asked.
Steve looked at (Y/N) who was now currently laughing with his close friend. There was something stirring deep down inside him and he didn’t know what it was. He looked at the people standing side by side. He smiled despondently at Natasha and Sam, without a word he raised his glass up and downed his drink.
The two friends looked at each other worriedly. Without another word, they too drank their drinks in solace.
“So are you ever going to call him back?” Steve asked as he poured her a coffee. He looked at (Y/N) who flipped her head to the side, she scrunched up her nose and shrugged. “(Y/N).”
“Steve,” she smiled as she picked up her coffee. “He’s a great guy.”
“If he’s such a great guy then why don’t you call him back?” He passed her a donut, and started eating one himself. Steve watched as (Y/N) silently took the donut and started picking at it. “Why are you picking at your donut? You only do that when you’re nervous. Wait…why are you nervous?” A second passed. “YOU LIKE HIM!”
She made a disbelieving noise and dropped her donut, “Psh! No,” she shook her head. “Definitely not.”
Steve dug out his phone, “(Y/N), I know you better than anyone could ever know you.” He slid the phone to her, “Now, call him.”
“I don’t like him Steve,” she replied back defiantly.
“Say his name.”
“Say his name,” Steve said again.
“Robert,” she spoke. Just as he was starting to doubt his theory, a small smile started appearing on her face.
“Aha!” He accusingly pointed a finger at her. “Call him.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, she unlocked it and scrolled through the contacts until she found Robert’s name. She showed the dial screen to Steve, as soon as she heard Robert’s voice she started speaking.
As Steve watched his former love talking to her possible new love, he felt a small crack in his heart. He stood up straighter, wondering why he was feeling these emotions right now. Things were surely over them, wasn’t it? But as he watched as (Y/N) smiled and laughed at whatever Robert said, the crack began to get larger as time wore on.
“Why are you here when she’s over there?” Tony pointed to the dancefloor where (Y/N) was currently dancing with Robert.
“I’m not sure if you got the memo Tony, but (Y/N) and I broke up a year ago. They started dating six months ago.” Steve explained as he gulped down another whiskey.
Tony made his infamous disbelieving face. “So?”
“I’m not you Stark. I have morals.”
“Morals, shmorals. When it comes to true love, nothing matters except getting the person in your life,” Tony elaborated.
“You have the weirdest morals.”
“At least I’m not watching the love of my life be with someone else.” Tony to prove his point, looked to where Pepper was. Like the movies, she looked at him when he looked at her. She raised her glass and gave him a soft smile. “Go get your girl back before you see her walking down the aisle, and it’s not you she’s walking towards.”
Steve looked up to where (Y/N) and Robert were still dancing. How many dances were they going to do? “We’ve both moved on.”
Tony looked disbelievingly at Steve, then looked at the scene where the other man was staring. He looked back at Steve with a fond smile, “Have you though?”
“So you and Robert, huh?” He walked up to her, a glass of whiskey in his hand for her. She turned around from the balcony and smiled at him. Her hair flowing, he could see the goosebumps appearing on her skin. He passed her the glass and shook himself out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
“Thanks Rogers,” she smiled at him and tightened the jacket around her. She looked back at the New York skyline, fixated on the twinkling lights. “Me and Robert.”
Steve coughed into his hand, “How are you guys going?”
She tilted her head from side to side, she took a sip from her drink. “If you put our relationship on paper then,” she blew out a breath, the air fanning her bangs to fly upwards. Steve chuckled at the action. (Y/N) swirled her drink around, pouting and then chugging it. She took the glass in her hand and started scratching the design on the glass.
He bumped his hips against hers, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
(Y/N) looked at Steve, a small smile appearing on her lips. “Did you know that he hates it when I talk during documentaries, especially the nature ones? Or how I weirdly dance in public places? Or how I talk to my cats? ”
Steve smiled against his will. He remembered all of those weird quirks she had and more. He treasured all of them, well because, that’s what made her (Y/N). “Yeah, I remember.” He smiled at her, and she smiled fondly at him.
“Don’t you think that people should wait for the people who doesn’t just tolerate or tries to change you because of your little quirks, but actually kinda likes them? Smiles fondly because of them? Isn’t that the person you’re supposed to end up with? The person you wait for all your life?” There was an emotion in (Y/N)’s eyes that he’s only ever seen once before. Sadness.
He wanted to say something. This was the moment that could make or break them. That could make them have the future that they’ve always wanted together, or just be friends and always wanting that something extra. Steve took a deep breath and decided to go for it.
“Maybe the person that you’re waiting for is ready now.” He turned to look at the skyline, afraid of meeting her eye.
However he could see from his peripheral vision that she bit her lip. She put a finger on her lip, “I think he is as well. Although, I think he might need to wait a couple more weeks, there’s just something I need to do.”
Steve moved closer to (Y/N), “I’ve waited all my life for her. I think I can wait a couple more weeks, I mean we have the rest of our lives.”
He watched as (Y/N) laughed while on the dance floor. Steve felt his chest tighten as he saw her laughing carelessly.
Tony clinked his glass with Steve’s, “I have to say, kudos Rogers. Kudos.” Steve smiled at his friend, and for the first time they felt a bond between them.
Steve looked on as (Y/N) saw him staring at her, excusing herself she moved towards him. She picked up her dress and started walking quickly towards him. “Are you seriously going to stand here by yourself all night?”
Steve shrugged as he looked at her. She was beautiful under the lights, a small smirk on her face. “I want to dance with you, come on.”
She pulled his right hand, the object on her left hand glittering under the light. It was much like the lights he often looked at outside in the balcony. “I’ve already danced with you.”
“First dances don’t count,” she looked at him pointedly.
He laughed as he felt her pulling him towards the dance floor. “I have the rest of our lives to dance with you.”
She pulled him closer to her, her arm wrapping around his waist. They moved together as one. “But I want to have as many dances as I can with you Mr. Rogers.”
Steve smiled down at her, his left hand rubbing her back. The metal ring gliding across her back. “I promise you’ll have as many dances as you want, Mrs. Rogers.” She smiled the only way people truly in love smiled. Like they were looking at the person in their arms like they were actually the whole world.
They moved together across the dance floor, her hand that held the engagement ring he gave her five months ago, and the ring he gave her just a few hours ago glittering under the light. Without a doubt everyone knew that they were meant to be. Soulmates that found each other.
He tightened the grip he had on her. For a few moments in his life, he lost the one person that meant more to him. But as luck would have him, they found a way back to each other, and damn anyone who thinks he would ever let her go again.