The Last Call (Steve X Reader)
Steve groaned, collapsing against the concrete wall in the closet he’d found, hand plastered to his abdomen as blood ran through his fingers.
He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, cursing himself silently.
He should have listened to you when you begged him not to go on this mission. You’d told him you had a bad feeling. But he just played it off as hormones.
He glanced down at his hand, his ring on his finger glinting through the red. He wasn’t gonna get home.
Alive, anyway. He just prayed they’d be able to return his body to you. As sick as it sounded.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his mind going fuzzy with dizziness and nausea.
He clung to consciousness, using memories to ground himself.
“If you like her, just ask her out,” Natasha smirked, taking a sip of her drink as she watched Steve.
He turned to her, blushing slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/N and I are just work colleagues,” he mumbled and she laughed.
“I never said who I thought you were staring at Steve,” she pointed out triumphantly. Steve chuckled slightly and Natasha continued.
“Listen, Rogers, I know you say you’re not ready to date yet, but I’m telling you, it’s obvious you like that girl and I promise, she likes you too, but someone else is gonna snap her up if you don’t. I heard Pietro say he’s interested,” she commented, shrugging.
Steve’s head whipped back to watch you laughing with Sam and he smiled, glancing back at Natasha.
“Thanks,” he murmured, before standing and making his way over to you.
He smiled at the memory, he was pretty sure Natasha had made everything up but she’d gotten him to take a chance and it had been the best decision of his life.
He should’ve thanked her for pushing him.
He moved onto the next memory, of your first fight, where he’d realized you were the girl he was gonna marry.
“You stupid, selfish, irresponsible bastard!” You shouted at him as soon as he’d set his duffel bag onto the couch of your apartment.
“Y/N,” he began, but you stormed over to him, fists clenched.
“How could you do that to me?! I thought you were dead, Steve! Dead! I cried for two days! You promised you’d call me!” You ground out and he cupped your cheek with your hand.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured as you slapped his hand away.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Steve,” you hissed.
“I need you to stop and care about yourself from now on, because I will not lose you to your job. Not now, not ever. I care about you too damn much. You may not be used to checking in with someone but you’d better adjust real quick, because I love you. And I was scared.” You whispered, voice cracking.
Steve’s heart dropped. He’d hurt you. He’d made you worry and scared you. You were right. He wasn’t used to people wanting to know if he was okay.
He hesitantly smoothed his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the beginning of a tear before dipping down to capture your lips.
“It won’t happen ever again. I’m sorry. I love you too,” he whispered.
He’d been such an idiot when you’d been dating. But you were so patient with him, letting him adjust to modern dating one small step at a time.
And so he’d asked you to marry him. Two years later, and now you were expecting. He’d been so happy when you found out three months ago.
“I just don’t understand how you’re so calm,” Steve grinned, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I’m not gonna rile myself up over it yet, Steve. We don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet,” you laughed, setting the pregnancy test down as you picked up your glass of water.
“I’m going to be shocked if you’re not pregnant, Y/N, with the amount of sex we’ve been having this week,” he chuckled and you blushed, smacking his shoulder as you passed.
“Well it’s true,” he laughed and you shook your head, retrieving your duffel bag from the closet.
“Yknow, Pepper would make an excellent godmother,” he commented and you laughed.
“If I’m pregnant, sure, she would, but her and Tony are a package deal,” you reminded him.
“Well, sure, but,” he began as you bent down to check the test and let out a scream.
“What? What’s wrong?” He asked hurriedly, halting all motions.
“I’m pregnant!” You shouted and joy spread across his face.
“Oh my- You’re pregnant! We’re pregnant!” He shouted, somersaulting across your mattress to wrap you in his arms, kissing your face.
You laughed, burying your face in his chest as he spun you around.
He set you down gently and sat on the edge of your bed, hand on your stomach.
“Hey kiddo, we are so excited to meet you,” he murmured to your stomach, grinning. “It’ll be our first time, so bear with us, but we can’t wait,”
You smiled excitedly. “And now we’re going on our first mission!” You shouted and Steve nodded, laughing.
“And now we’re–” he stopped mid sentence and stood. “Wait, no, no, no we’re not. You need to take it easy.” He protested and you rolled your eyes.
“Here we go,” you teased, reaching down to grab your bag as he put his hands on his hips.
“Seriously, I mean it,” he scolded and you winked, brushing past him.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. But not quite yet,”
You added, sprinting out of the room before he could grab you.
Steve smiled, the action hurting his split lip.
He winced and sighed. The memory was bittersweet. He’d never get to see his son or daughter be born now. Wouldn’t get to see your face.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t still hear you.
He used his right arm to dig around his pocket, finally pulling out his cellphone, red smudging the numbers as he typed the familiar number.
It rang for two cycles before there was a click.
“Hey, Steve,” your sweet voice greeted him and he grit his teeth to keep from crying.
“Hey baby,” he responded, voice cracking slightly. “How are you?” He asked, clearing his throat. “How’s the little one?”
“We’re both doing fine, although I miss you,” you admitted and a tear escaped, cutting through the dirt on his cheeks.
“I miss you too, doll,” he croaked and he could hear a crackle as you switched ears.
“You okay, Steve, you sound different,” you asked, concern clear through the piece of plastic in his hand.
“I’m just really, really tired. I took a pretty good beating this time,” he laughed, trying to keep it from sounding bitter.
“Oh,” you murmured and he swallowed, suddenly feeling like he was going to throw up.
“Well, I went to the doctor today,” you piped up and he tilted his head closer to the phone, focusing on your voice as he heard gunshots through the walls.
“Oh yeah? Everything okay?” He asked and you laughed.
“Yeah, junior’s doing great. The doctors still trying to convince me to find out the gender. But I want you here if we do,” you laughed and he grimaced.
“How’re you doing with hormones and everything? You doing okay?” He asked, switching the subject.
You laughed, the sound making his heart clench. “I cried last night while watching tv because an Oreo commercial came on and we didn’t have any,” you scoffed “I’m a mess,” he laughed, a groan immediately slipping out right after it from the movement.
“Steve, are you sure you’re okay?” You asked again, and he could picture you standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, worrying at your bottom lip.
“I’m fine, really, I just moved wrong,” he assured you. “Don’t bite your lip,” he added and your soft laugh could be heard.
“You know me too well,” you murmured. He chuckled slightly, pressure on his abdomen lightening as his hand slipped. He didn’t replace it.
“Hey, Y/N,” he whispered, his breaths shortening.
“Yeah?” You asked immediately, picking up on his change but saying nothing.
“I gotta go sweetheart, but I love you, tell junior I love them” he murmured, his words fading into a whimper at the end.
“I love you too,”’you whispered, sounding like you were close to tears yourself.
Steve ended the call, hand falling in his lap as his phone skittered across the floor, and his eyes drifted closed, your words the last thing echoing in his skull.