Baby, Come Home (2/?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?
(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)
Your light blue, three quarter length sleeve button down was tucked into your calf length, black pencil skirt, your black heels crunched dirt under your shifting feet. Your hair in waves falling over your shoulders blows in the light summer breeze, you had on black sunglasses, your painted light pink lips pressed together. You watched as he came into your line of sight, you stood at one of the many entrances to Central Park knowing he didn’t know you where there. His grey sweatpants fit perfectly on his hips, the red under armor shirt clinging to his arms and chest in that way that made your mouth water, even after all this time.