You come to argue with yourself more than you did with him. Wondering how you ended up in a mess like this. Or wondered what your desire is to be with him. Your thoughts gotten worse over the countless nights of drinking Stark’s expensive wine he buys every day.

You pulled the wine glass up to your lips and stared blankly in front of you. Wondering how you were feeling at the moment. But you were so out of it. It never came to mind.

“Y/N?” Natasha spoke. You sat up quickly and didn’t even realize you had your wine glass on the couch, spilling the dark liquid over the cushion. “Shit... Coming,” You said.

Natasha peaks in, “We’ve been calling you in for the past 5 minutes. What’s holding you...?” Natasha sees you use one of your button up shirts to cover the wine spill. 

Natasha was in her suit. “So that’s where Tony’s wine has been going missing,” She said.

You stood up, “What do you want?” You look at your jeans to see the stain on your pants as well. 

“Tony called us in for a mission. He insisted. And Rogers is going...” You froze. Turning to look at Nat, she had already left the room before you could say something horrible. He was the reason you were like this.

.

“Do you know what you just did? How much you put the team in danger?” He shouts, closing the door to the other room where the team had been recovering in. You paced around the room. “Answer me.”

“If I didn’t do that, no one would’ve made it out any better!”

“You almost killed yourself,” He says.

“Would it even matter? One person is worth saving the rest. I did it to save you guys-”

“Well, it was a stupid decision,” He said. You stared at him incredulously. “Did you even think once to go after me?” You asked, walking up to him, “Did I even come to mind?”

“What came to mind was to finish the mission-” You did it. Shutting him up with a harsh slap to the face. He didn’t even give you a reply, not attempting to grab your wrist once you stepped around him and walked out.

That was the last time you’ve spoken to him.

.

Natasha had gotten you up to your feet, to get into your suit to go on this mission. Hydra was known to be lurking in the city near the Brooklyn bridge. You did your best to ignore Steve on the quinjet. He never even looked over to you. But you didn’t. You watched him from behind. His beard was thick and his dark navy suit fitting tightly on his figure.

His shield on his back.

He even managed to grow his hair out a bit. Natasha and Bruce could even tell how much intention filled the air with you two in one room. Worse than Banner and the Hulk. More than once, each of the team heard you two argue. Lucky if they were to hear the aftermath those nights.

“I got something coming from the Brooklyn bridge. Friday’s triggered some activity on the bridge, we have open fire. I’m dropping in. Cap, Romanoff, and L/N, I need you to evacuate the civilians.”

Clint flips switches and pulled the jet close to the bridge, “All right, dropping in.” You reached for your gadgets, slipping them onto your utility belt not knowing Steve had stood directly behind you.

“Y/N... I just want to say-” You cut off his sentence with a loud cock of your gun. “Don’t,” You snap coldly, turning away and walking down the ramp onto the bridge. Your mind was not him. Only the mission.

You and Natasha were helping others get out of their cars and run off the bridge. Steve was helping as well on the other side. Tony was trying to find the Hydra agents and the some triggering device on the bridge. 

“I got them leaving the bridge, heading downtown. Anyone in pursuit?” Natasha helps the last man near her and looks over, “I’m going after them.” Natasha runs off to go find those Hydra agents, leaving you with Steve rescuing the rest. 

You look on the ledge to see nothing but the water. But the beeping sound caught your attention. Your eyes widen, “Run!” You shout. Taking the woman you ran  up the bridge to take her to safety.

The device blows the side of the bridge and you stumble to the ground, “Go!” You push the woman to go further than you did. Another explosion goes off on the other side of the bridge. You hear the bridge crack. “This bridge is gonna collapse!” You shout in the comm.

The next explosion hits the center of the road, finally rupturing the bridge. Cars began to slide down the road and crash into the water. You look to see everyone who began to rush off the bridge. 

You turned to the collision. “Steve,” You breathed out. You look over to see the cars falling into the water, Steve never replied on the comm.

“What came to mind was the mission.”

Fuck the mission. You couldn’t lose someone. Not him. A one hundred and thirty-five drop into the water, you didn’t think once, “Steve!” You jumped, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your feet together. You hit the water.

You opened your eyes and saw the cars sink further into the water. You see Steve’s shield and take it in hand, pulling it over your head and hooked it onto your back. You then saw Steve, sinking further. The water was dark but you could still see him. The loud splashes of large rocks and cars, you tried to dodge every single one to get to him.

Eventually, you grabbed him by the straps on his chest and pulled him up towards you. You grit your teeth and swam up, kicking your feet hard enough to float back up. 

You gasped for air once you reached the surface and quickly swam for the shore. You lost your earpiece in the water as you dragged Steve and yourself up to the shore. People were nearby, completely frightened at the sight of the Brooklyn bridge collapsing.

You dragged him up by his shield straps, finally hovering over him. “Steve...” You cupped his cheek. Water falling out of his lips, you see the cuts and bruises. You didn’t care if Natasha didn’t catch those agents. Steve was your priority. You figured something was wrong with you but you didn’t want to lose him.

“Steve.”

You hear him choke and water gushes out of his mouth so you turned his head as the water left his lungs. He inhales sharply and you turned him back to the sky, “I’m here,” You cupped his cheek. “You’re okay.” His eyes open and they weakly look over to you.

Your hair was soak, even your suit. “Why did you...?” He turns his head to look to the side, seeing people surround. He sees the Brooklyn bridge, the center of it was teared down. Sirens waling in the distance. 

You brought his attention back, “It doesn’t matter. I need to get you back to the team.” You began to sit up till he takes your hand, “Y/N. Wait...” He said. You kneel back down and looked into his ocean eyes.

He swallowed and reached up to pull an out of place strand behind your ear. He pulls you down and you kissed him. His hand never leaving your cheek, feeling the gloves wet against your skin. Your hand goes to his cheek.

“I love you,” He whispers on your lips. You grinned softly with your eyes still closed. You opened them to look at him.

“I love you too.”

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