#rodgers

elliot post for @steinerfmj , mostly childhood pics

Swan Princess: Practice, Practice, Practice

Dogs On Oriental.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. I thought I’d do a Steve Rodgers Imagine. I’m slowly getting through some of the requests you’ve sent me so stay tuned. 

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Summary: Y/N gets in a fight with Steve. Complete fluff and sweetness at the end. 

A 1940s tune quietly hums throughout the apartment on Steve’s record player. His music wraps around you offering tiny pieces of comfort while you anxiously pace the kitchen for another endless night of worrying.

The clock in your kitchen mockingly calls out your name with every tick, somehow, the hands irrationally antagonise you as you stare it down. Steve’s been on a top-secret S.H.E.I.L.D mission for two weeks. You weren’t allowed to know where he was or how long he would be gone for. The uncertainty fiercely ate at you. Although you knew who you married from the beginning there wasn’t a day that went by where you didn’t fear for his safety.

It’s well past your usual bedtime but you can’t sleep. Filling the sink with hot water you attempt to calm the loneliness that festers in your chest by doing the dishes. Any distraction is warmly welcomed – as long as it vanishes any ugly thoughts of Steve getting hurt.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, there’s this small piece of you that’s starting to resent Captain America. You couldn’t really make sense of it. You love Steve with every atom of your being, but more often than not Steve chose Captain America and his duties over you – which you understood, but it didn’t make the pain in your chest any lighter. You’d see him for a couple of days then he would embark on weeklong missions. You could see the confliction in Steve’s eyes every time he walked out the front door, you knew it wasn’t easy for him either – you could never ask him to give up saving the world.

Mindlessly you pick up a plate and begin soaking it in the warm soapy water. Looking out the window you can see the stars dancing in the sky as the night air is laced in a peaceful silence.

Suddenly the sound of jingling keys struggling to fit into your front door abruptly pulls you out of your trance like state. The lock turns causing your heart to jump into your throat. The sound of a metal shield being gently placed onto the wooden floor is all the indication you need to let you know that Steve’s finally home. You quickly abandon the dishes and pat your hands on the back of your pyjama pants. Hearing the shuffling of boots being tugged off causes immense excitement to overcome your entire body.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Steve quietly hums as he takes in the soft music.

“Steve! You’re home.” You beam at your husband. Steve turns to your voice. His blue eyes light up when he sees you, however, your smile immediately drops when you assess his appearance. His blonde hair is dishevelled while purple blotches and small cuts litter his face. Your eyes drift to his arm; it’s being supported by a sling.

Steve seems to immediately sense your distress. “Don’t freak out sweetheart, it’s just a few scratches. I’ll be completely healed in a couple of hours.” He pulls you into his chest and lightly kisses your temple.

“I’m just glad you’re home.” You mumble into his chest as you feel his muscular arms wrap around you. A sense of calm engulfs both of you as you cling to each other for the first time in weeks. Neither of you have the words to express just how much you’ve missed each other.

Your husband is finally back in your arms. Nothing could bring you down in this moment. Love radiates through your entire body as you tighten your grip around Steve causing him to chuckle.

Pulling away you continue to inspect the cuts on Steve’s face and begin to fuss over him.

“Y/N.” Steve lightly whines in protest, but he does nothing to stop you.

“I’ll make you some herbal tea and find those bandages.” You spring into action mode scurrying around the kitchen. Steve leans against the kitchen door frame as adoration swirls in his blue orbs. He silently admires you causing a heat to rush to your cheeks as you catch him lovingly staring at you.

“We should make dinner plans; I’ve really missed our date nights.” You propose. Truth be told you missed more than your date nights. A piece of you craved Steve’s touch – two whole weeks without indulging in your husbands’ soft lips was way too long.

“That sounds amazing, we can do that when I get back.” Steve says. A tinge of reluctance laces in his voice as he slowly gauges your reaction.

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach, “When you get back?” You ask hesitantly.

“I have another mission.” He says carefully, “Tomorrow morning.” Steve shifts uncomfortably as he senses your disappointment.

“But you just got back.” You swallow the thick ball of emotion festering in the back of your throat. You turn back to your abandoned dishes and pick them back up. The warm water now slightly cold. You didn’t want Steve to see the tears that stubbornly pool in your eyes.

“How long will you be gone?” You ask stifling the hurt in your voice.

“Two weeks, maybe more, it’s hard to say.” Steve’s answer breaks your heart. A small whimper falls from your lips without your permission as tears freely fall down your cheeks.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. Resting his chin on your shoulder he tries to sooth you. “Please don’t cry.”

“I just got you back.” Your voice cracks. You can see Steve’s face in the window reflection. His eyes are taunted by guilt.

“The team needs Captain America.” Steve says as he tries to justify his next mission but something inside of you snaps.

“I don’t care if they need Captain America!” You yell out of pure frustration. “I need Steve Rodgers. I need my husband.” A sudden wave of anger washes over your body. You slam the plate into the sink. The force shatters the plate into small fragments; a shard knicks your palm but you ignore the blood too angry at the world for taking your husband away from you.  

You rip yourself out of his grip and turn to face Steve. His face is riddled with shock and guilt. He’d never seen you this angry or upset before. You’d always been a constant sweet and ever calming presence in his life.

“Y/N you’re hurt.” Steve’s eyebrows furrow with concern as he notices the blood trickling down your hand.

“So are you!”, You push his hands away as he tries to further inspect your hand. “Who are you fighting? Because they seem a hell of a lot stronger than you and just the very thought of that scares me to my core.” You ramble yourself into a completely panicked state.

Steve senses your panic and immediately attempts to offer comfort.

“Y/N…” Steve tries to pull you closer, but you push him away.

“Fine. If you’re going then so am I.”  Steve’s face twists in confusion at your sudden declaration. You rush into the bedroom scanning for a suitcase. You hear Steve’s footsteps close behind you but you valiantly ignore him.

There was nothing remotely super about you. You’re a completely average human with no self-defence skills or special abilities – in fact you lack coordination so the mere thought of you being in a battle is pretty much laughable to anyone who knows you. Steve had tried to show you some self-defence moves when you first started dating but you were hopeless. You’d always end up tripping over your own feet or getting distracted by Steve’s body.  

“Y/N, please stop.” Steve pleas as he gently snatches the suitcase out of your hands careful to avoid the cut that’s imbedded into your palm.

“No, I’m going with you.” You insist as you try to snatch it back, but his strong grip overpowers yours. It was almost like he was taking candy from a baby.

“Like hell you are.” Steve yells back. A fierce sense of protection overcomes his entire body. “I won’t let you walk into something that dangerous.”

“You don’t let me do anything Captain.” You snap back pulling clothes off their hangers.

“You aren’t coming with me Y/N. I’m not putting my wife in danger.” His tone is fierce, but you were desperate.

Steve constantly leaving every couple of days had taken a toll on you. The uncertainty had eaten you alive.  You didn’t even recognise yourself. You’d become angry and bitter at the world for needing your husband. The worry you had for Steve’s wellbeing obstructed your ability to sleep – you couldn’t remember the last time you had a well-rested night. Your days had become completely preoccupied with one thing, and that was worrying about your husband.

“Please.” You whimper as the tears annoyingly return. “Please don’t leave me again.” You stop trying to pack your suitcase as complete desperation overwhelms you.

Steve’s features completely soften. He slowly approaches you as he takes in your appearance. Steve kicks himself for not noticing the dark circles under your eyes. He gently pulls you closer to him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Look at me Y/N.” Steve gently tilts your chin upwards so your eyes meet his. Regret etches into his face as he gently cradles you.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to guilt you into staying I just miss my husband.” You whisper. Steve softly smiles at your response as he wipes a teardrop away with the pad of his thumb.

“I’ll call Fury, I’ll help coordinate the plan at headquarters but that’s it. I’m sure the team can handle a couple of missions without me.”

“Are you sure?” You ask wondering if your outburst had unintentionally guilted him into staying.

“I’ll be on standby if they need me, but I’m confident that they won’t.” He smiles, “Besides I need to spend time with my girl.” His love for you dances in his eyes as he pulls you in for a hug.

“Thank you for giving up the mission for me, I know how much this all means to you.” You mumble into his chest.

“It means nothing without you.” He declares pulling you into his lips. The world stops spinning as Steve’s soft lips devour yours. You feel yourself melt into the kiss. Steve somehow managers to absorb all your fears as a sense of relaxation washes over you.

“C’mon sweetheart, I need to clean up your hand.” Steve gently tugs you into the bathroom. He carefully picks you up by the waist and sits you on top of the sink.

“I just need a band aid, they’re in the kitchen. I’ll go grab them.” You go to jump off the counter, but he blocks you from leaving. His firm hands grip your thighs officially trapping you in his presence – not that you minded.

Steve smiles as he cheekily presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Hush, now. Let me take care of my wife.”