The rustling of clothes and drawers shutting was all that was heard throughout the house. You quickly stole a glance at Steve’s backside as you both were packing your go-bags for the upcoming mission. Your eyes wander from his backside to the picture on the wall besides him.
You in a short white dress, him with his best suit, both grinning ear-to-ear at Bucky who was behind the camera. The only other person at your elopement. You had woken up with the need to become Mrs. Rogers that day, and Steve was all too happy to comply. You gathered a dress and Steve went to get Bucky and a suit, and met up at the courthouse. Your heart sunk a little thinking back to that day as you twisted the simple band on your finger, it had been one of the happiest days of your lives. It had been filled with laughter and passionate confessions of love. It was the day you vowed to be by your favorite person’s side forever, and now the picture mocked you.
Before, packing would be an event you looked forward to. Playing music and dancing around while gathering each other’s possessions. Steve would neatly fold all the clothing while you gathered all the toiletries and anything he missed. He would pull out your lacy underwear, waggle his brow and the both of you would be tangled in sheets before you had finished packing.
Now there was silence. No music, no laughing, and no teasing as you both gathered your own things methodically and quickly.
Zipping up your duffle you think back to how you had fallen so far from where you were. The nights that you or Steve had just crashed at the tower after a long mission, instead of coming home to waiting arms. The nights where you both had just gone to bed because you were too exhausted to go on dates or just sit and enjoy each other’s company. The subjects of conversation moved from being about everything and anything to missions and what needed fixing around the house. The house that now felt empty and cold, even when Steve was there.
You swallow the lump in your throat and pull off the ring you had been fiddling with to set it on the dresser besides Steve. He looks up at you with an eyebrow raised.
“I don’t want to lose it tomorrow on the mission” you state.
He shrugs and moves to place both of your duffle bags by the front door.
His eyes water a little as he sits himself down at his desk in his office. Never once did you take the ring of before you needed to. You would both have to take the rings off when on missions, but they would always be tucked on chains or secret compartments in your uniforms, it used to never leave your bodies.
Steve stares at the picture on his desk. It was on that Natasha had taken at a party, both of you were dressed up to the nines. His favorite thing about the picture wasn’t how angelic and beautiful you looked though. It was the fact that surrounded by all those people, it seemed that you two were in your own world. Your head was tossed back in mid-laugh as he was staring lovingly down at you, his arms wrapped around you and your hands resting on his chest. It was simple and carefree.
Looking at the picture now made Steve nauseous. Why wasn’t it like that anymore? Where had all the magic gone? Instead of lazy Sundays in bed whispering sweet nothings to each other, they were spent shopping for the week or training. The impromptu date nights were quickly drowned out by the amount of paperwork you both had. Relaxing bubble baths together moved into hot showers by yourselves and then passing out as soon as the lights were out. He no longer woke up snuggled into you. The thought that he was losing you made his heart ache.
Quickly wiping the tears that came to his eyes, he walked quietly upstairs. He had hoped that you were still awake, but when he walked in the room was dark and he saw your outline under the comforter. He sighed and crawled into bed, facing the wall instead of you. He vowed that tomorrow, after the mission he would break the tension between you two and fell into a restless slumber like all the nights before.
His alarm woke you up from your dreamless sleep and you both got up and did your routine mindlessly. This was the first mission you two would go on together in a while and Steve was a bit nervous. There was a nagging feeling in his gut when he woke up and when he looked at you in the mirror as you two were silently getting dressed, that feeling amplified.
“Hey, be careful out there today” the words slipped out before he could think. You looked up at him in surprise. This was the first time you had spoken in the morning for almost a week, and that realization made you want crumble to the floor. You smiled lightly at him, one he could tell did not reach your eyes, and nodded.
“You too.” you whispered and walked out of the room. Talking to Steve felt unusual and awkward now, something that never used to happen, not even when you two had first met.
In a matter of hours the quinjet was landing in a forest far away from the base you were going to try and infiltrate. It was supposedly abandoned and Tony had wanted you too to scope it out, see if they left any information behind.
“Bucky and Nat will go in from the right side, (Y/N) and I will take the left, Sam be our eyes in the sky” Steve ordered and you all went into position.
Moving slowly behind Steve, all you could think about was how much you wanted to reach out and touch him. To say you were sorry for whatever ice wall had separated the two of you and that you wanted to try again so badly. You decided that after the mission, when you were home, you would try.
You were too lost in your mind when you heard the gun click and felt the pressure on the back of your head. Steve spun around with wide eyes, “don’t hurt her”.
“Drop the gun” your assailant barked and you did.
“Now tell me why you’re here” his hands were shaking and from the sound of his voice, he had no idea what he was doing.
“We were sent to scope the base, it’s been abandoned” Steve said in a calm voice, but you could see the panic behind his eyes as he looked at you.
There was a small sob that escaped behind you and you turned to look at him.
“Don’t move” he yelled and you put your hands up, trying to show him you were not going to hurt him.
“They left you here didn’t they?” you asked, trying to sound as nonthreatening as possible.
“No” he sobbed. “No, they’ll come back for me”.
“No one is coming back. They’ve been gone for months” Steve’s voice rang out.
“They wouldn’t just abandon me, they wouldn’t, they said I was important” he choked out.
It was coming clear to you that this man was unhinged and you had to do something before he had a melt down. You slowly walked towards him with your arms up, “it’s ok, you’re right they will come back” you murmured.
“Y/N” you heard Steve breath, but you couldn’t look at him now. He knew what you were doing, and he was warning you against it.
The man was crying now, full sobs wracked his body. You moved as fast as you could and grabbed the gun from him as he was still shaking. You dropped it to you side. “We aren’t going to hurt you, let us help you” you soothed and tried to reach for him as slowly as you could.
A growl sound escaped him and he lunged you, knocking both of you to the ground. In a flash he was off of you and knocked unconscious. Steve looked down at you in horror, slowly blood was soaking through your catsuit as you stared back at him in shock.
“Steve” you breathed out, realizing that he had almost gutted you with his knife.
“It’s ok” he reassured, but you could see the panic in his face. He knelt down, yelling in his com for Sam and pressed against the wound, trying to stop you from bleeding out.
“It’s ok (Y/N), you’ll be fine. Hey, just look at me ok?” but his voice and face were getting blurry.
“Steve, I love you” you rushed out. You had to let him know how you felt.
“I love you too, so much. But you aren’t dying ok?”
“I’m so sorry Steve” but you weren’t sure if you got the last part out. The world slowly faded to black as you heard Steve yelling and sobbing for you to stay with him.
You felt like you were dreaming. You were floating around, but you could hear voices in the background. A warm sensation spread through you as you recognized Steve’s voice.
“I know it’s been two days, but until she wakes up. I’m not leaving this room” he shouted at someone and the door slammed. You tried to frown but nothing moved, you didn’t want Steve to be upset. You wanted to reach out to him, but everything felt too heavy.
“(Y/N)” and you felt his lips press to your temple. “Please darlin’ you have to wake up because I can’t do this without you. I’m sorry we’ve been so distant lately, but I swear when you wake up that all changes.” You hear the break in his voice.
“There are so many things I want to say to you again. I wanna hear your laugh again and I wanna see you smile and the way your beautiful eyes light up. I’m not ready to let you go” and he felt his tears on the back of your hand. You feel yourself being pulled down again and everything goes quiet again.
You feel like you’re floating again, like you’re waking up from a long dream. You slowly squint open your eyes and the first thing you see is Steve slumped over in a chair. You smile and run you hands through his blonde locks. His lips twitch into a smile and he slowly opens his eyes.
“(Y/N)!” he exclaims and squeezes your hand.
“Hi handsome” you lazily smile up at him. He carefully wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. You can tell from his uneven breathing that he was crying.
“Hey, I’m ok” you soothe while running your hands down his back. “I’m alive. I’m here” you keep reassuring.
It takes a while but he finally lets you go and sits down on the edge of the bed. You both look at each other, “(Y/N)…” “Steve…” you both start and laugh.
“God I missed that laugh” he smiles down at you. “(Y/N), I’m…”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” You cut him off. “We both made mistakes. But that’s in the past. I love you Steve Rogers and there’s no one else I’d rather spend my days with”.
“I love you too. I promise, it’ll be better.” he runs his hands through your hair.
“I don’t know about you, but I could use a bath and a movie night when I get out of here” you giggle.
Steve grins and gently kisses you, “Anything and everything you want, (Y/N)”.
The X-Men Tv shows are doing all the things which the movies aren’t right.
The Gifted takes its time in developing and introducing characters slowly and effectively. Caitlin and Marcos adventure helped to give a deeper insight into their motivations.
The scenes in prison were messed up. Polaris and other mutants in shock collars really showed how they view mutants and the beat up effectively underlined that.
Blink is already established as an incredibly powerful mutant when she loses control. Imagine what she will be able to do once she’s in control. The same goes for the Sturcker kids. Lauren already showed that she is not just a powerful mutant but also quick of thinking. Andy’s powers are still very raw and out of control
The Gifted has found the perfect balance of giving enough information to keep it extremely thrilling but not too much to ruin the flow and the tension.