Something Old, Something New
Steve Rogers x Reader
Something Old, Something New
Prompt: Hi, can you please do a pre-serum steve imagine in were the reader and steve been dating for a while and then steve disapears for a while and returns all strong and big please!!??
Word Count: 638
No one, especially not Steven Grant Rogers, thought Steve would ever stand a chance with you. You were gorgeous, talented, intelligent…No matter how he played out the situation in his head, it never ended with you saying yes. And yet, you had. Well, sort of.
In some twisted turn of events, you had actually been the one that asked him out. Needless to say, Steve was a little shocked. He stared at you for the longest time, mouth wide open, blue eyes frozen on your waiting form. You waved a hand in front of his face to make sure he was still with you. And after blinking a few times, he finally managed to nod and stutter a response that was mostly thanking you for even talking to him let alone asking him out. At that point, he was pretty sure you had either been dared to talk to him or Bucky had begged you to.
Eventually, the date rolled around and the two of you went out dancing. And sure, he stepped on your toes, and yes, he was awkward, but you couldn’t have cared less. You really liked Steve. He wasn’t like the other guys. Sure, he wasn’t tall or strong, but Steve was kind and he cared about you in ways the others didn’t.
Every moment mattered.
The war was a concern of yours. Steve was very interested in enlisting. So when he came home with rejected papers, you couldn’t help but be a bit relieved. But the relief only lasted so long. He had been “selected for an experiment”, he had told you.
And now you were waiting. Waiting for Steve to come home.
You hadn’t heard from him in months. You hadn’t heard about the experiment or about the war, and you assumed that no news was better than news at this point. If you were being honest with yourself, you were just waiting for the news that the experiment had killed him or that he had died in action. Your heart sank every time there was a knock at the door.
It happened on a seemingly unsuspecting afternoon. It was sunny and nice, and you had just gotten home from your morning shift at the diner down the street. For once, you were actually in a decent mood. And then there was a knock at the door. Your heart raced, but you walked over and pulled it open.
At the sight of the tall, handsome military man, you burst into tears. His eyes went wide.
“Um, I know this is going to be hard-”
“How did it happen? Just tell me it was quick. Tell me it didn’t hurt.” You squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed to the floor, sobbing there on your knees.
“Well…it did hurt, but I’m all right, doll,” Steve spoke softly. You sniffled and lifted your face to look at him. It was the most bizarre experience you’d ever had. This man had the voice and eyes of your boyfriend, but he was so tall and muscular. There was no way this was real.
“Hey, doll.” His larger hands shook as he raised them to touch your face. He had forgotten how soft your skin was, but after a year of the war, it felt like silk beneath his calloused fingers. “Sorry it took me so long to get here.”
“What happened to you?” You whispered through tears.
“It’s a long story.” He chuckled and pulled you into his huge strong arms. You held onto him as though it was your last chance. “But I’m here now, and I love you and I’m never leaving you again.”
“I love you too, Stevie.” You pressed about a dozen kisses to his cheeks and lips and face, causing him to laugh and hold on to you even tighter. “I always have.”