Prompt: i was missing some steve fics so i decided to write one to dream a little dream of me.
A/N: i know i havenāt posted a lot recently but iām hoping to get back into the swing of things this winter. iām stuck writing COCA pt 3 but itāll be done soonĀ
Steve leaving was never an easy process. The day before he left for any mission, he would just hold on to you for as long as he could. Sometimes, youād never leave your shared room. For hours, the two of you would lay in bed, bodies pressed up against each other, touch being the only thing you needed.
Part of you thought that Steve did this just for you. He knew that your anxiety would start acting up the moment he got on the quinjet. The other part of you knew that he needed this just as much. Steve often couldnāt handle the thought of leaving you alone in the city for any length of time. Unprotected, vulnerable to all of lifeās enemies. But he had a job to do.
At the moment, you two were doing your ritual, your head on his chest, the rest on your body mostly on top on his. Steve was quietly humming an Etta James song while his hand ran up and down your back. I was near bedtime and youād been like this all day long.
āSteve,ā you whispered as you moved your head to look at his face. āCan you make me a promise?ā
He hummed in response, kissing your forehead and bringing you closer to his body somehow. āWhat is it, doll?ā you sighed, nervous to bring the subject up.
āCan you promise me that one dayā¦ā you trailed off as you drew circles on his chest with your finger. His hand came up to direct your gaze back to him, his eyes creased with concern. āThat one day, this will the be the last one of these days weāll have to do?ā His mouth opened to answer, but your ramble cut him off.
āI donāt mean anytime soon, but Iād like to know that at some point, weāll have a day like this and youāll go on your mission, come back to me, and thatāll be it,ā you looked away, resting your ear against his heart. āMy heart canāt take you not coming back one day.ā
From under you, the soldier sighed, his hand returning to stroke your back. āIāll tell you what,ā he said, sitting up, pulling you into his lap and resting his hand on your cheek. āI promise that someday, soon or not, weāll have one last day like this. I canāt stand to part with you like this over and over again either. But you gotta promise me something in return doll.ā He grinned. You raised an eyebrow and smiled graced your features.
Steve leaned over to his bedside table and reached in the drawer, pulling out his compass from his time in the war. āWear this around your neck from now on.ā He put it around your neck.
You held the compass in your hands as if it was a precious jewel. āBut Steve, I canāt take this. Itās your compass, I know how important it is to you- ā. Steve smiled, putting his hands around you.
āYeah, but now itās with something way more important.ā You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing up against him again.
āI love you, Steve,ā you whispered, not wanting to break the moment. āSo fucking much.ā
āHey,ā he chastised, ālanguage.ā You giggled. āY/N, while Iām gone, and youāre missing me real bad, just open the compass and youāll know Iām coming back to you.ā You nodded, slightly confused.
āLetās get ready to sleep, doll,ā he began to fall back onto your shared, you staying directly on top of him.
Steve began humming a tune again, relaxing your heart. You looked out the window at the stars as they shined through the window brightly in the countryside where the compound was located. āI donāt like the stars,ā you sighed. āThey make me miss you. And I always miss you too much when Iām alone.ā
He pulled you tighter against his chest. āI always miss you too much too. I miss your touch.ā He dragged his hand up your side and you giggled at the sensation.
āI miss your kisses when your gone,ā you nuzzled and pecked at his mouth and he hummed in agreement again. āWhat time do you leave in the morning?ā you asked.
āEarly. Iāll leave shortly after dawn. Do you want me to wake you up before I leave?ā he kissed your forehead.
You kissed his chest. His humming yet again resumed, lulling you to sleep. When Steve felt your breathing starting to slower, he pulled the blanket over the both of you. āGood night, sweetheart.ā
Early in the morning, you felt the bed dip beside you and a hand rubbing your back. āY/N, doll, wake up I gotta leave.ā You moved to sit up to face your boyfriend. You immediately wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a crushing hug. He pulled you into his lap like before breaking from the hug to kiss you. Behind the kiss, there was sadness and passion, making it the type of kiss you could get addicted on. You both pulled away for air, resting your foreheads against each other.
āCome back to me,ā you pleaded, with tears in your eyes. He smiled sadly and kissed your forehead.
āI always do.ā And then he was gone.
Itād been several days since Steve left for his two-week mission and each day the sadness just got worse. Sure, thereād been longer missions before, but this one just felt different.
It was early morning by now, having not been able to sleep, and you were sitting outside on the roof of the compound. You had brought several blankets with you and bundled yourself up to look at the stars before the sunrise came up that morning. When you told Steve you had hated, the stars it was partially true. When he was with you, you adored the stars. They would often twinkle just like his eyes whenever he smiled. And of course, he was the star-spangled man.
But when he was gone, you loathed those stars. They were a constant reminder in your loneliest hours that there was a chance you might not get to see those eyes again. They were there to mock you that you wouldnāt get to see them for a while.
You huffed and pulled his hoodie you wore closer to your body, causing the compass you wore to press against your chest. You pulled it out of the hoodie and held it in your hands, remembering the promise youād made each other just about a week before and clicked it open. If there was one perfect time to open it, itād be now.
When it clicked open, a small velvet bag felt into your lap, you held it in your hand to look at later. Inside the compass was the picture of Peggy heād kept all these years, but next to her face was a picture of you and him. With tears in your eyes, you took the picture out to get a better look. It was the picture you forced him to take on your first date. The both of you looking at each other with love in front the large Ferris Wheel at Coney Island. You turned the picture over with a sad smile, only to read āIām coming back to you.ā
You tucked the photo back into the lid of compass and closed it to focus your attention on the velvet bag. You wiped a few stray tears away from your face and undid the drawstring, pouring the contents of the bag into your hand. The velvet bag fell into your lap as your hand went to cover your mouth in shock.
The ring was gorgeous and simple. A gold band with a single diamond encased in a 1940ās setting. You slipped it on to you ring finger, tears streaming at full force by now. He was making a true promise now, one that meant heād always come back to his wife, and promising you that this kinda pain wouldnāt last forever.
āIt was my motherās,ā a voice from behind you broke the silence. You quickly turned in your seat to see Steve standing at the door to the roof. You threw the blankets off your body and ran to him. Both of your bodies collide in a bone crushing hug. āYes, Steve,ā you sobbed into his shoulder.
Shedding a few tears of his own, he murmured into your hair, āI told you I would come back to you.ā
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