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You’re all smiles through Natasha’s interview. It’s really not hard to do, Natasha is good at getting the best out of people. It’s one of the reasons that you like going on her show.

What in the world was Steve thinking? Just showing up, out of the blue like this. It’s been three years since you’d seen him.

“Thank you so much for being here today.” Natasha says with a smile, the lights still on and bright in your face.

“I’m so glad I could be. I really had a blast.” You tell her with a smile of your own.

“We’ll be right back with Peter Parker and his new single ‘Radioactive.’ Stay with us.” The lights go dark and she gives you one more of those smiles and a squeeze of the hand. Then Carol is ushering you off the stage, you’re fairly certain Steve is still watching from backstage and for some dumb reason you search for him, just your eyes, not wanting to draw attention to him again.

“You did wonderfully, I’m always so proud of how you can just charm the hell out of people.” Carol says as the two of you move through the backstage area. You can feel his eyes on you as you move through the crowded space but you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you were looking for him.

“You sure you’re okay?” Carol asks quietly just before she pushes open the door to go back out to the car.

“Yea. Did you know he was coming?” You ask as she pushes the door open. Fans start screaming the second the door opens and you put a smile on your face. You sign some autographs, as many as you can before Quill moves you through the line, and behind you Carol has an armful of gifts from your amazing fans. Once you’re in the relative silence of the truck back to the hotel Carol flops back onto the seat next to you.

“To answer your question I had no idea he was coming. If I had I would’ve told him to fuck right off. What did he want anyway?”

“Who?” Quill interrupts from the passenger seat as Thor pulls out into traffic.

“Steve Rogers.” You tell him glancing out the window.

“What?” Quill snaps looking back at you, “The fuck did he want?”

“For me to star in his new show. Their lead dropped out suddenly and I know the part already.”

“Are you kidding me?” He snaps, “The fucking nerve.”

“Right!” Carol agrees and you’re suddenly very nervous to tell them you want to do it. It’s not really even for Steve, you’ve always liked theatre and it’s been a while since you’d gotten to do live theatre. Your silence seems to have broken your cover. “Oh my god. You’re thinking of doing it.” Carol groans, “Nooooo.”

“I can’t believe that you’re going to do him this favor.” Quill says and you huff, slouching back against the seat. You fold your arms over your chest and roll your eyes at their dramatics.

“Okay, calm down. I’ve missed live theatre and since they need me Carol you can work the contract to my benefit. I’ve got some friends over here that I don’t get to see often and I’d like to take a very small break from Hollywood. Just a few weeks, and I’m sure that you can spin this Quill.” You tease him, your only response is silence. Fine, if they want to pout they can pout. At the end of the day, while you love and respect them, you are their boss.

“I don’t trust him.” Quill says and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“It’s like I wasn’t the one who had their heart broken.” You snap and both Carol and Quill have the good sense to look embarrassed. You meet Thor’s amused gaze in the rear view mirror and you have to resist the urge to stick out your tongue at him. “I appreciate your concern, loyalty and honesty but I’m a big girl. I’m excited to do live theatre again and I’ll be alright.”

“We know you’re a big girl. We just don’t want to see you get hurt again.” Carol says gently and you nod.

“I understand that. But again, I’m not doing this for him. I love the part of Margaret, it was the first show I ever did.”

“And you trust Rogers not to screw you over?” Quill asks softly, you nod.

“He was a wonderful man, I honestly thought I was going to marry him until the day he broke up with me. I wish things had ended differently but I don’t hate him, not anymore.” You amend before either of them can call you out, “And I don’t want him to fail.”

“You’re a better woman than I am.” Carol says with a shrug and you laugh softly. “But if it’s what you really want, if you really want to do this I’ll work a contract out in your favor.”

“And I’ll promote the hell outta you babe.” Quill agrees from the front seat.

“It is what I want.” You affirm, “But I won’t lie and say I’m not a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Him. Bucky. I’d bet Sam is directing, and it’s just going to bring up a lot of old feelings. Old emotions.” Carol hums her understanding and Quill nods.

The next few minutes of the ride are quiet, both Carol and Quill are typing on their phones. You watch out the window, some people catch glimpses of you and wave excitedly. A couple girls rush the car at a red light and you take a quick selfie with them from inside the car.

You love being able to make someone’s day, just a simple thing like a picture and they’re thrilled. It doesn’t take any time out of your day so it’s never a bother. Now the paps are a different story. They not only hound you but your friends and family too, that’s something that you can’t stand.

Once you get to the hotel you head straight up to your room to shower and pack, you’ve got a few days off and you’re going to spend them on a beach with your sister before you have to be back for The Commandos. Or at least you hope, you could really use a couple of days to just relax.

“Do you want me to reach out to Steve or are you gonna do it?” You ask Carol as you fold another pair of pants to put into your suitcase.

“It’s up to you.” She tells you as she drags her own suitcase into the room. One of the perks of having your best friend as your manager is that you can get adjoining rooms and it’s not weird to just barge in whenever.

“I think I’ll give him a call tomorrow morning. I don’t want him to know I’m excited for this because I don’t want him to be able to hold it over you when you deal with him.”

“Good idea.” Carol nods her approval, “And you’re sure that working with him is going to be okay for you?”

“Yea, I’m gonna be fine. I’ve moved on.” You tell her and she looks at you like she doesn’t believe you. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” She says in a sing song voice. She clearly doesn’t believe you, sometimes being your best friend’s boss sucks. She helps you finish packing then the two of you head out of the hotel and back to the car. You’re going to the airport together but then going your separate ways once there. Carol is going home, she’s wants to have a stay-cation and her cat Chewy will be more than happy to see her.

Quill meets you in the lobby with a bright smile, he shoves his phone back into his pocket and throws an arm around your shoulders as the three of you make your way out to the car.

“Are you excited for your vacation?”

“Yea, I’m hoping I still get to take the whole thing. When I call Steve tomorrow to let him know I’m in I’m hoping he doesn’t want me back immediately.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do this.”

“I’ve made up my mind. I don’t want to hear about it again.” You tell him sternly moving away from him to throw your suitcase into the back of the SUV.

“Understood.” Quill says with a nod before pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. Thor slams the trunk shut as you and Carol climb back into the back of the truck. Quill goes to the front again then you’re off to the airport. You zip past Broadway as you make your way to the airport one of the signs catches your eye. One advertising for The Commandos and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. Margaret was such a fun character to play and this was one of your favorite shows. The costumes, the set, the story, you’d loved the whole thing.

You can’t wait to be back on a stage. Even if you do have to deal with Steve, Bucky and Sam again.

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The first three weeks of rehearsal fly by. You and Steve have spent time together, maybe too much time. It’s to the point that you’re comfortable with him, he does drive you to work almost everyday. The two of you often pick up takeout on your way home from the theatre and on those nights you tend to invite him to join you for dinner. He doesn’t always, but enough where you’re comfortable with one another again.

After that first day Quill had sent you several long texts reminding you how hurt you’d been when Steve had broken up with you and to remind you not to get attached again. You know he means well but you don’t need the reminder. You would still like to be able to have a comfortable and friendly relationship with Steve. So you ignore Quill.

You really like the company they’ve put together. Shuri’s older brother T’Challa is a serious but funny man, he plays well off of Scott and Viz the two other men you’ve worked the most with. Okoye and Angie are both really sweet girls and you’ve enjoyed your time working with them and your understudy Maria.

Things are progressing quickly and you can’t believe that opening night is only a week away. You’ve got most of your lines down, and almost all of the scenes feel okay, there’s just one that’s been bugging you. It’s the big scene with T’Challa’s character, the first kiss, and it’s just kind of awkward.

You’re sitting on the edge of the stage, feet dangling over the side as you read through the script. “Hey Sammy?” You call not looking up from your script.

“Yea?”

“Can you come here please? I wanna go over this scene with you.”

“Which one? The first kiss?”

“Yea, it’s just, awkward,” you tell him with a sigh as he stands on the floor in front of you.

“Okay, let’s walk through it.” Sam offers, he joins you on the stage and you run through the scene and when you get to the spot, where T’Challa’s Daniel is holding your arms in his hands he winces. “Yea, it’s weird.” He admits.

“I think it’s like the blocking or something.”

“Yea,” Sam looks over his shoulder, “Steve. Need a favor!” He calls moving away and you grasp at his arm knowing what he’s doing. But you’re not fast enough to stop him.

“What’s up Sam?”

“I need to see the scene, play Daniel for me.”

“Sam I don’t-“

“Come on man! We need to iron this out, I need to see it and you’re the only one here.” Sam snaps and Steve bites his cheek but nods once. Sam hands Steve as script and you move to your spot.

You can do this. You’re a professional. It’s fine, 100%, totally fine.

“Ready?” You ask Steve and he nods and you take a deep breath before starting.

“Captain. What are you doing here? I don’t have time to fall in love.” You sigh turning away from him and heading to where the small cot will be.

“Nurse Carter.” He says softly, and a corner of your mouth quirks up. “I’ve got some pain in my chest. There’s this ache Sugar, one that won’t go away.”

“I’m afraid,” you say crossly, “that you’ll have to go to the nurses tent. As you can see I’m off duty.”

“Afraid I can’t, pretty sure you’re the only one who can help me.”

“Daniel.” You huff, unable to keep the smile off your face. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m too tired, too cold, too broken and I can’t keep losing people. I can’t care about more people only to have them die too.” You admit softly and Steve just stands there, watching you, “I’m, I’m sorry Daniel.” You stutter.

“Move to me. Slowly as you say these next few lines.” You instruct.

“I’ll protect you while you sleep, hold you close to keep ya warm. I’ll help you put yourself back together. Peg, we can’t let them take this from us too.” When he stops talking he’s close enough to you to just lean down a little and kiss you. Your hands have somehow ended up in his.

“I-I can’t. I can’t do this I’m sorry.” You say breaking away from Steve and moving rapidly backstage. Your heart is racing as you lock yourself in your dressing room. When he’d looked down at you like that, your hands ending up in his, it just brought back so many feelings you weren’t prepared for.

And as much as you hate to admit it, you hate that he didn’t kiss you.

There’s a soft knock on your door and when you don’t respond Steve’s voice comes through the door.

“Doll?” Steve’s voice is soft and despite what your head is telling you to do you pull the door open. “I’m so sorry Doll. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He says running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s alright.” You mumble, “I was being kind of a spaz.” You bite the inside of your bottom lip, a habit you developed to keep yourself from blurting things out that, usually, didn’t need to be said. Of course Steve notices.

“What is it Doll?” He soothes, “What’re you keeping from me?”

“What happened Steve? One day we’re happy, in love, moving to LA. Chasing the dream together and then,” You snap your fingers, “Suddenly you’re calling me and saying it’s over. That you’re not coming to LA. What happened?” Steve looks down at you sadly but doesn’t say anything. “I think I deserve an answer Steven.”

“You do, I’m sorry I can’t give you one.” He says gently and you let out a heavy sigh.

“I think this was a mistake, I’m gonna ask Sam if he can give me a ride home.”

“I’m sorry.” He says catching your hand as you go to walk past him. His touch causes you to freeze but you don’t look at him. “I wish I could give you the answers you want but I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I just, I can’t.”

“Did you even love me?”

“I still do Doll. I never fucking stopped.”

“Then why did you break up with me? Why didn’t you come to Hollywood with me?” You demand gently, forcing yourself to look up at him.

“Doll, I-.” He stops himself then closes his eyes, “Please, you know me. Please trust me when I say I didn’t have a choice.” Your brows furrow in confusion and Steve turns to you. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.” He mutters and you stare up at him puzzled.

“But you did.” You whisper back, sliding your arm from his grip, tears pricking your eyes you leave him standing there. You can feel those eyes on you as you walk away, unshed tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

Thankfully Sam doesn’t ask why you suddenly want him to take you home and not Steve.

It’s not until after a hot shower and crawling into bed that the wave of emotion hits you. You’re sobbing, the full body kind of sobs, just clutching to your pillow. It takes almost a half hour for you to calm down before you can call Carol. You just need to talk to your best friend, needed to hear her tell you it was going to be okay.

“Hey Stranger!”

“Carol,” you choke out, “he still loves me.” Apparently you still have more tears to cry.

“Oh honey.” Her voice is soft and reassuring, “Do you want me to come out there?”

“Yes,” You sob.

“Okay, I need you to take a deep breath for me. Can you do that?” You can faintly hear the sound of keys tapping in the background as Carol looks for a flight. You suck down a couple lungfuls of air, your body shuddering at the change of pace. “What happened?”

“Sam-Sam asked Steve to fill in for T’Challa. First kiss scene. It, it got too real. Steve admitted-” you break off attempting to take another calming breath.

“Sam is such an idiot. And where the fuck does Rogers get off telling you that?” She says angrily, “Jackass.”

“I still love him.” You admit softly and she sighs.

“I know honey. But if he loved you what happened?”

“He told me he didn’t have a choice. He- and he just asked me to trust him.” You tell her between shuddering breaths.

“Do you?”

“Why would he lie?”

“I don’t know. Just, don’t make any decisions tonight okay? I’ll be on a plane first thing in the morning. Get some sleep.”

“Thanks Carol.”

“Anything for you honey.” You hang up with her then and crawl out of bed, pulling open one of the blinds you stare out at the part of the city that you used to know. The city you’d shared with Steve. You’re not going to get much sleep tonight.

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You get an Uber to the subway station and make your way to the address you’d been sent. It’s in a part of town that you’ve never been to before and the closer you get the more rundown and abandoned it gets. You get off the train and the second that you’re above ground your phone is ringing. You’re not surprised to see that it’s Steve.

“Hello?”

“Where the hell are you?”

“They have Mikey.”

“You-you’re-oh my god Darlin’ no. Please tell me where you are. Please.” You hear something fall to the ground through the phone.

“I’m going to get him.” You tell him trying to remain calm.

“No, no please tell me where you are. They’re going to kill you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“What do you think they’ve been trying to do!” He practically yells into the phone and you swallow thickly. “Please, please tell me where you are.”

“Steve I can’t trade my life for his. I can’t do that.” You mutter, tears are slipping down your face as you lean back against a wall. You’ve got the phone pressed tightly to your ear and your other hand on your forehead covering your eyes.

“I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to tell me where you are, I want to help. Please Darlin’.” He begs and you know that you’re going to give in to him if you keep talking. He’s moving quickly, that much you can tell.

“I’m sorry Steve.”

“Wait, wait how did you know Mikey needed saving?” You hear a car door slam and you’re not going to fool yourself and think that Steve isn’t tracking you.

“Peter texted me and told me he was missing.” You tell him, you need to go, “Steve I need to get to Mikey. I only have ten minutes left.”

“Please baby don’t do this. Please don’t. Think about your fans, that feeling you get when you perform, how much Sam cares about you. Please, please just wait until I can get there.” You don’t think he realizes that he called you baby.

“I’m so sorry.” You choke out, “I-I have to go. Tell Sammy I’m sorry and that I’m so grateful for everything he’s done for me. Tell him he’s my brother and I love him. Tell Quill I’m sorry and that he’s an asshole, it’s a joke. He’ll get it.”

“Just let me get there. You can tell them yourself, I’m only ten minutes away, please just wait.”

“I can’t. They’ll kill Mikey. Tell him this isn’t his fault, that this was my decision.”

“No. Please no.”

“I’m sorry Steve. Thank you for, for everything. You’ve really been a knight in shining armor.” You want to tell him you’re pretty sure that you’re falling in love with him. That you could’ve completely fallen for him given a little more time but you don’t want to hurt him and that feels cruel.

“I’m begging you. Please please don’t hang up.” You do.

You have to get to Mikey and you only have three minutes left. You mute your phone, turn off the vibrate then shove it into your bra. Hopefully they won’t search you. You make your way to the building that has the address on it. You take a deep breath and push the door open, it’s musty in the building and it’s dark. You’ve never been more aware of life than you are now. The way that your heart pounds in your chest, how the air fills your lungs. The brush of your hair against your skin and the echo of the your feet on the hard floor.

“I knew you were stupid but I didn’t think you were this fucking stupid.” A cold and familiar voice comes from behind you.

“Mikey!” You gasp spinning around, “You got free! Let’s go!” Relief fills you, until you register what’s in his hand and pointed directly at you. “What-what are you doing?”

“What the men I hired apparently couldn’t.” He snarls as he tightens his grip on the gun.

“What?” You breathe, the horror fills you and you take a step back away from him.

“Surprise bitch.”

“What the hell! Why?” You demand, the fear and horror gives way rapidly to pure, red hot fury.

“I’m fucking sick of being backup. Everyone talks about how fucking perfect you are and how it’s all about you and your perfect voice.”

“You tried to kill me because you were jealous?” You hiss, hardly believing that could be the case.

“Why should you be the star of the fucking show? Without me you don’t have a guitarist, I fucking fix half of the songs that you write! I’m just as fucking important as you! But all they care about is the little punk pop princess!” He spits, “the pretty little girl with the pretty little voice who is always front and center! Who always has the longest lines! She’s so perfect and special!” Mikey roars, “You don’t deserve all the attention and all the fucking fame! You’re the fucking face of Trickster, without out me we wouldn’t even have the song of the summer!”

“Are you serious right now? Mikey, I always give you credit for helping me write our songs. I always make sure that you guys answer questions when we go on shows and I fucking sing your praises! This is insane. Let’s just go home and talk this out with Quill and Sam.”

“No. I’m done sharing the spotlight with you. I’m done. I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you then play the survivor of the attack and they’ll never know it was me.”

“I loved you like a brother. I would’ve died for you tonight.”

“No, you will die for me tonight.” He says with a cold smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. The gun cocks and he points it at your heart, “thank you for your sacrifice. I’ll be sure to write you a remembrance ballad.” You want to give some snappy response but when that gun points at you suddenly it’s hard to think. Your mouth goes dry. “Close your eyes.”

“If you’re going to kill me, you’re going to look me in the eye and do it.” You’re not going to make this easy.

“Or he could drop the gun and keep his brains in his head.” Steve snarls, his gun pressed against Mikey’s head. “Just twitch wrong you fucking piece of shit. Give me an excuse. Darlin’ get your ass over here. Now.”

“Don’t you fucking move.” Mikey threatens so you kick him in the nuts.

“Fuck you Mikey.” You snap, kicking the gun away from where he dropped it. Steve handcuffs him, picks the gun up with a piece of newspaper, then practically drags Mikey to the doors. You follow the two men silently, you know Steve is pissed at you, you can almost feel the rage rolling off of him.

“Buck we clear?” He must get the all clear because he shoves Mikey out the door and into the waiting fist of Sam.

“You fucking bastard! You fucking piece of shit! How dare you! How fucking dare you!” He roars as Quill and Bucky quickly drag him away.

Steve shoves Mikey at a waiting cop muttering a quick, “Thanks Tony.” Before stalking away. You follow him silently until you’re away from the prying eyes of the press then he spins and pins you between him and the wall.

“Don’t you ever, ever scare me like that again.” He growls ignoring the surprised squeak that has come out of your mouth, “I’ve never been so scared in my goddamn life.”

“Steve-”

“No, you don’t get to talk yet.” He says, his voice low and commanding, you expect him to keep yelling at you, to really let you have it. But instead he crushes your mouth with his, one of his hands wraps around the back of your neck while the other grips your hip. It takes you half a second to respond but somehow your hands end up with two fistfuls of his shirt and when his teeth drag across your lower lip he swallows the low moan you let out.

When you break apart for air Steve keeps his forehead resting against yours.

“I swear if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll shoot you myself.” He promises softly.

“Does that mean I get to keep you around?”

“Honey, if you think you’re getting rid of me now you’ve lost your damn mind.” He says before softly kissing you again, “I mean I bought you fucking tampons. I’m not going anywhere.”

You can’t help it, you laugh, and in that instant you know that even after all this shit, you’re gonna be just fine.

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“I’m fine.” Steve says as you stare at him in horror.

“You were shot!”

“It just grazed me.” He says trying to check you over, make sure you’re okay.

“Steve I’m fine! You’re not! You’re bleeding!” You knock his hands away and go for his side, where the blood is coming from. You pull his shirt up and are relieved to see that the wound really is just a scrape. “Take your shirt off, I’ll get my first aid kit.” You tell him moving away from your little hiding spot. It’s nice to have something to do. A purpose of sorts.

When you come back Steve has peeled his shirt off and is holding it to the cut on his side while talking on his phone. You touch his arm gently and when he looks down at you he sees that you’ve got gloves on and are ready to take care of the scrape on his side. He moves the shirt away and you rip open an alcohol wipe then swipe it gently across the wound. His muscles clench at the sting but he doesn’t say anything. You think he’s talking to Bucky but you’re trying to focus on stopping the bleeding, his cut isn’t bleeding heavily but it’s long, all the way across his side. You pull a piece of gauze out of your bag then dig around for the medical tape. You hold the gauze to his side while you search one handed for the tape. He’s bled through the first sheet of gauze before you find it, so you add another piece of gauze then finally fish out the tape. You take Steve’s free hand and place it on top of the gauze he glances down at you but leaves his hand where you place it.

“Give me some good news Dum Dum.” He says lowly, you know he’s trying to keep you from freaking out. You focus back on the task at hand and rip the tape into a few strips before you put them on his side. You can feel the warmth from his skin through the rubber gloves.

“Thanks Dum.”

“They missed him again didn’t they?” You ask quietly adding another piece of tape to Steve’s side.

“Yea, they did.”

“At least we’re both alright. You might need some stitches but I’ve done my best.” You tell him peeling the gloves off, careful to not touch the outsides where his blood is.

“Thanks for taking care of that,” Steve says gesturing to his cut.

“It’s the least I could do,” you tell him before digging in one of the lower drawers for one of Sam’s shirts, “Here.” You toss Steve the shirt and he tugs it on.

“We’re going to have to talk to the police again.” He tells you glancing down at his phone.

“Great, because they’ve been so helpful.” You deadpan and Steve smirks, “The guys are all okay right?”

“Sam and them? Yea they’re all fine.”

“So it was just me again.” You say quietly, “I wish I knew who was after me.”

“We’ll get them.”

“When? After they’re successful? I’m trying to be light and breezy here Steve but this is exhausting.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says giving your hand a gentle squeeze, “I wish I could tell you it was all going to be okay and that we were gonna get him, we will. I just don’t know when.”

“I appreciate everything you’ve done,” you tell him looking down at your hands, “this would’ve been so much harder without your help.”

“I’m glad we can make you feel safe.” He says quietly, your eyes meet his and Steve gives you a tender smile. “Do you want to stay here tonight or do you want to go to a hotel?”

“Whichever is safer.”

“The hotel would be best. I’ll let Sam and Bucky know we’re going and where so if they need either of us they can find us.”

“What about Peter and Mikey?”

“The fewer people that know the better.”

“Do you not trust them?”

“I don’t know them.” He says simply and it makes sense that he wouldn’t trust them.

“But I do,” you argue.

“You’re also the target here Darlin.” The look you shoot him practically screams ‘and’ so he continues, “so it’s probably someone that knows you, someone you know.” That causes a chill to go through you. “I don’t mean to scare you, I’m just being realistic.”

“No, it’s okay I don’t think about these things.” You look down at the floor down and Steve gently cups your chin bringing your gaze to his.

“You shouldn’t have to.” Neither of you move, him holding your chin in his large, warm hand, your eyes locked on his. He’s got such pretty eyes. His gaze flicks down to your lips and it takes everything in you to not lick your lips. You can feel your heart quickening and his eyes meet yours again.

“You guys okay?” Sam yells pounding on the door to the trailer, “Open up!” Steve rolls his eyes at you and you can’t help but chuckle softly, Steve stands up and peeks out the blinds then heads for the door. You hear him unlock it and then Sam comes onto the bus. “Is that my shirt?”

“Yea sorry. Got blood on mine.”

“What?” Sam comes hurrying back to your room and the relief on his face is evident. “You can’t just tell me you got blood on your shirt and not tell me she’s okay!” He cries looking back at Steve as he yanks you to your feet. Sam wraps you in a tight hug, “Jesus you scared me.” He grumbles into your ear as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“I’m okay Sammy. I’m okay.” You soothe gently rubbing his back and he takes a deep, shaky breath.

“I hear Cap is gonna take you to a hotel room,” Sam says when he pulls away, “You okay going with just him?”

“Yea. I feel safe with him, I trust him.”

“Call me if you want me to come.”

“Thanks Sam, I’ll be okay.”

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This is for @after-avenging-hours AU Challenge

You were six years old the first time you saw him. Not that you really remember that meeting very well. Hell, half the time you weren’t even sure it wasn’t a dream. You’d been playing in a field, Wild Flowers all around and your mother and her priestesses watching your gleeful twirls. You saw his black dog first. It’s tail wagging wildly you’d chased after it, not paying attention to where you were headed, not realizing how far you were going from your mother. You’d lost the dog before you’d been able to get close enough to pet it, which had been your ultimate goal. You had wandered far enough away from your mother and her priestesses that you couldn’t be sure where they were. So, like any six-year-old who couldn’t find their parent you’d started to cry.

You’d been so caught up in your own despair at never seeing your mother again that you hadn’t noticed the soft footfalls coming toward you. At least not until a gentle voice spoke.

“Hello Little Flower. What has you so upset?”

“I-I can’t find m-m-mother!” You’d wailed hardly seeing the man through your tears.

“Let’s go find her shall we?” He’d offered you his hand and you’d taken it, he’d talked about the flowers and pretty trees you’d passed. He’d asked if you’d seen any deer or bunnies, in general he’d kept you calm. You’d reached the top of a small hill and seen one of the Priestesses searching frantically for you.

“Maria!” You’d cried letting go of the hand of the man and rushing into her arms.

“Thank you.” She’d said softly nodding before hurrying you to your mother.

The second time you’d seen him was on your 18th birthday. Your Mother had gathered all of the other gods and goddesses to celebrate your coming of age, the day you’d begin your journey to becoming a goddess on your own.

It had been overwhelming, all the attention on you, so you’d snuck out. Your arms were leaning against the cool stone railing of the balcony as you looked out over the world below you.

“Hello Little Flower.” You hadn’t turned around, waiting until he joined you at the railing. “Isn’t this your party?” You’d remembered those eyes.

“It is.” You’d agreed as the warmth of him washed over you, he put off a lot of heat. You glanced over at him and were momentarily stunned at what you saw.

He has light brown hair, that you’d remembered from before, these intensely beautiful blue eyes, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, a straight nose and soft pink lips that had slowly curled into a smile as you’d studied him.

“Do you remember me?” He’d asked.

“Vaguely. You helped me find Mother when I was lost.”

“I did. Are violets still your favorite flower?” You didn’t remember telling him that.

“They are.”

“Good.” He’d smiled producing a beautiful glass violet from his pocket. “Happy birthday.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“Why aren’t you inside?”

“This whole thing was Mother’s idea. I don’t really care for large groups of people. This is really Mother’s idea of fun.” He was quiet next to you, those blue eyes thoughtful when you’d glanced over at him. “I’m sorry this is probably very boring.” You’d told him with a smile.

“No, no it’s nice. I can’t stay long but I did want to make sure that I got to wish you a happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” You suddenly realized that you didn’t know his name, “I’m sorry. I never got your name.”

“Steve.”

“Thank you Steve.” He smiled softly and nodded then took your hand he pressed a kiss to the top of it.

“Until next time Little Flower.” He’d said before disappearing back into the party. You’d tried to follow him in but when you got there he was gone.

This. This is the third time you’ve seen him.

It’s the day you’re going to declare which goddess you’re going to take over for, there are three that are ready to move on. The gods and goddesses that the mortals know aren’t what they’ve been told. It’s a name, a title rather than an actual singular god or goddess, although you do live far longer than any mortal would.

Artemis, Leto and Persephone are all ready to move on, to their afterlife.

“How doesn’t this effect you? How are you able to play the perfect boyfriend and not accidentally blur those lines between real and fake?” You demand standing from the couch you begin to pace. Steve’s brows furrow as you continue your rant. “I mean I know you’re an actor, an extremely talented one apparently, but I’m not! I’m in way over my head here and my dumb ass caught fucking feelings for you! Cuz of fucking course I would! I should never agreed to this.”

“Okay. I’m going to have to ask you to pause real quick here sweetheart.” He says blocking your path as you’d gone to pace past him. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on. Cut the act. I know that Tony and Bucky said that you wouldn’t want to talk about it but it’s been four months Steve.” He stares blankly at you and suddenly you want to throw up.

He doesn’t know.

“You-you don’t. You didn’t. Oh my god. Steve please tell me that you know that Tony and Bucky hired me to be your date.”

“They what?” He whispers.

“Oh my god.” You breathe, horror coursing through you.

“This was all fake?”

“No! Maybe it started like that but I fell for you. It was like two days that I tried pretending.”

Steve doesn’t say anything so you barrel on.

“That’s why I wanted to go slow. I was trying to avoid falling for you even faster. For the record, it didn’t work. I like you so much, so much that I’m trying to break up with you so I can maybe date you for real. If you want. No pressure.” You end lamely, Steve still hasn’t said anything.

You can’t stop fidgeting, his blue eyed gaze hasn’t left your face.

“Please say something.” You whisper, your voice cracking, tears gathering in your eyes.

“Why did you agree?”

“I thought you were attractive, and I did some light digging and you seemed like a nice guy. I didn’t want to take the money but Tony insisted, so he’s been paying my rent.”

“So I’ve been your sugar daddy.”

“Have you seen my apartment building?” You tease before slapping a hand over your mouth. “Sorry. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“What did they say? To convince you to lie to me?” He looks completely heartbroken and you feel like an absolute monster.

“They told me you knew. I didn’t know you didn’t know. I swear, I wouldn’t have said yes if I thought you didn’t know.”

“When?”

“What?”

“When did they ask you to do this?”

“The day we met. I wasn’t going to do it but I read some articles about you and saw some of the charity stuff you’d done and wanted to get to know you. Then I got to know you and I really like the guy I’ve gotten to know.” You blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears out of your eyes. “I’m so sorry Steve I’m so fucking sorry. I’m just gonna go.” You choke on the last word before turning and hightailing it out of his house. You start down the street while calling Gamora, just barely holding it together.

“Can you come get me please?” You ask into the phone.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here. I’ll send you my location.”

She rolls up ten minutes later and you climb into the car, buckle your seatbelt.

“What happened?”

“I fucked up.” You tell her before bursting into tears. She pulls away, from the curb and starts on her way to her apartment. She keeps glancing over at you, the concern obvious on her face but she doesn’t pry. Just lets you hold onto her hand while you cry.

It’s not until you get to her place that you’ve calmed enough to stop crying. She links her arm with yours and you head up to her apartment.

“Alright. Tell me everything.” She says the two of you settling into her couch.

You do. You tell her every single detail, only choking back the tears a couple of times and she’s quiet the whole time you talk. Nodding occasionally but it’s not until you’re done that she actually talks.

“You’re a fucking dummy!”

“Not helping Gamora!”

“Why in the world would you not tell him? Or me? It’s obvious you’re in love with him!”

“They told me not to! That he knew!”

“For a smart girl you’re real fucking stupid.” The tears are gathering in your eyes again but Mora barrels on. “You need to fix this. You need to fix this now.”

“It’s too late Mora, he’s never going to be able to trust me again. Besides I’m sure he hates me now.”

“You don’t know that.” She argues.

“You didn’t see his face.” You argue back.

“What can I do to help?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think there’s anything we can do.” You tell her with a sigh. “If anyone finds out they’re going to hate me.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not you.”

“Steve? You think he’d do that?”

“I don’t know.” You pause then look down at your hands, “I don’t know why I’m doubting him, I’m the monster here. Anything he does I deserve.”

“You’re not a monster, you just made a bad decision.”

“I feel like a monster.” You admit, “I’m gonna go home. I just, I’m done. I’ll see you Monday.” You tell her softly. You’re so emotionally drained now that all you wanna do is curl up in bed with Loki and sleep.

“Call me if you need anything.” Her tone has changed completely, softening as she watches you head for the door, Lyft open on your screen.

When you get home you take a shower then climb into bed with a purring Loki. A few more tears leak onto your pillow as you lay there in your shitty apartment, alone with your cat and your broken heart.

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