Incredibles 2 (2018) Dir. Brad Bird

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Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

Long ago the four Nations lived together in harmony…

I want this type of relationship 💕

I’m halfway through the Chimera Ant arc and

This

His face here

This

And most importantly

THIS.

You can’t fucking tell me Killua is not 189% in love with Gon.

You can’t tell me that they’re not meant for each other.

You can’t tell me that they’re not frickin canon.

You can’t.

I have always loved you

pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size reader

warnings: ANGST!! (happy ending) fluff, 18+ MINORS DNI smut (mentions of making love, nothing explicit) insecure reader (body image issues), mentions of trauma, torture, explosion, bruises, serum and drugs. Pre-serum Steve and post-serum Steve.

words: 5.9k

a/n: this is the longest fic I have written. i think i have a thing for angsty fics with happy endings. Also I love pre-serum Steve, he deserves so much appreciation. I got emotional while writing this one. To all people who have body issues, I personally know it’s not easy, remember you are all very beautiful. I really really hope you all like this one.

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(made the moodboard and dividers)

“(Y/n)?”

the warmth, the pain, the love, all missing from her face. her stare is blank, like a person without a heart. Steve didn’t think he would ever see her again, he wanted to see her again, to talk to her, to tell her how he felt all these years, how everything seemed incomplete. But now what he sees, it seems worse than his worst nightmares, he wanted to see her but not like this. Not like this.

“Steve!” she calls out for her date who stands up for her in front some bullies. “You think you’re a hero protecting that fatso over there?” a guy laughed as he punched Steve. (Y/n) didn’t know what to do, should she just stand there or go to help Steve. “Tell me skinny boy, getting tired aren’t you?” Steve looked daringly into the eyes of the bully. He spit a little blood that occurred from the bruise near his lips. “I can do this all day”

When they reach her apartment, Steve is accompanied with bruises. He sits down and she prepares to take care of his wounds. She gently, very gently, wipes his bruises and the slightly dried blood with water and applies medicine. “Steve, I really appreciate what you did but you didn’t have to do it, I am used to being called names, I feel so bad.” Her touches are so gentle, feather like, as if she is - “Are you afraid to touch me?” Steve asks her directly. “I-I- don’t wanna hurt you” she avoids his gaze. He places his hand on hers “Is it because of how i look? is it because i am skinny?” he looks a little hurt but nothing he isn’t used to. “No Steve, it’s because I am fat, I don’t wanna hurt you in any way, you are strong, very strong, I just, I know I shouldn’t care about what people say but they say I’ll crush someone or something like that.” she feels stupid but she is insecure. even though this was officially their first date, they had met before when Bucky introduced them, she already likes him, thus she really wants this to work out. “Hey, look at me, trust me I know how it can feel to be a little different, to be someone who doesn’t fit the society’s physical beauty norms. But being different doesn’t make you any less than others, that’s what I try to believe now. you know how I still am trying to join the military even after being rejected because of my size, so in a way I am challenging society and it’s norms. I know very well I am not as strong as a buff man but I know I will work harder than anyone to serve my country.” she looks at him with awe. she is so proud to know this guy. she hesitates a lot but after a minute she quickly gives him a peck on his cheek. she looks away again and blushes a little. “I know this is just the first date but I kind of like you Steve, you’re very kind and nice and- and cute” he cups her face gently and lifts up her chin to meet his gaze. “I like you too (y/n), I honestly can’t believe someone as nice as you can like someone like me, you’re nice and so kind and pretty. You know I would have kissed you right now but unfortunately I have medicine applied on my face.” he chuckles and she laughs. They just sit there holding hands without saying anything. As if they both have found the person they were looking for, who accept them for who they are.

“Steve if you want we can lie down on my bed?” he raises his eyebrows a little and she realizes how her words can be interpreted and blushes. “No I mean - uh I mean we can talk, you have bruises and I thought you will be comfortable- oh god I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I have no other intentions- I-I should stop talking.” Steve can’t help but chuckle at her cuteness, she is adorable. “Yeah I get it, it’s okay, we can do that, I like talking to you, want to get to know you more.” They end up lying beside each other, smiling and talking almost the whole night. The sunlight outside knocking on the windows. They both look outside and realize how long they have been talking, they look at each other and start laughing again.

“Well I guess I should go now.”

“Alright”

Neither of them want this night to end, even though technically the night has ended?

“See you soon on our next date.” Steve says and (y/n) nods with a smile. Just like that they keep on meeting whenever they can, they love spending time with each other, they grow closer and closer. One night, after almost a month since they started dating, (y/n) hears a knock her door.

“Steve?” he comes in with an excited look on his face. “I got a chance, I am joining the army!!” he said with excitement and hugged her. She couldn’t help but smile at Steve’s happiness, she knows how much it means to him, even if she is scared about the whole situation. “(y/n)!! i am going to be a soldier” she smiles softly at him and tries her best to be supportive even she is nervous and scared. “well I guess your dreams came true.” he didn’t miss the hint of fear in her words and expressions. “hey it’s gonna be alright, yeah I know I am not that strong but I’ll learn so much in the army and I will become stronger.” he says as he takes her hands up to his face and plants kisses on them. she smiles as she gently kisses him. Steve blushes a little, he always does when they kiss, they haven’t really moved past kissing and Steve being a gentleman wanted to give her time before taking the next step.

“You’re stronger than you know Steve, I am just worried that you will get too carried on, you will face so many dangerous situations and after all this time I know you won’t lose the chance to jump in front of danger. So yeah I am happy and proud of you but I am also worried about you. And not to sound selfish but I will miss you a lot too.” she looks down as she says the last sentence, she still isn’t sure how much Steve’s feelings have developed but knows about hers, she is pretty serious about him. She doesn’t wanna lose him. “You don’t sound selfish honey, I understand what you are feeling, I will really miss you too and I will try to come back as soon as I can but as you said this has been my dream, to protect my country.” she nods, she respects him and his dreams, she tries to be strong for him still somehow a few treacherous tears sneakily try to fall off her eyes.

Steve wipes off the tears and plants gentle kisses all over her face which makes her cry harder. “honey, look at me. I’ll take care of myself, besides I now have someone waiting for me eh?” she smiles at that. “so when do you leave?” he informs that he has to leave in two days for more than a month. Just two days then gone for a month? her insecurities creep up rapidly. What if he forgets her during this time? she is not the most memorable person anyway, what if he meets someone better, someone prettier? Steve shakes her off her thoughts, literally.

“Anything else on your mind?” she shakes her head to say no. “Can I spend the night here doll?” she loves that nickname so much, maybe just as much as- well. “Yes please”. (Y/n) prepares dinner and Steve keeps looking at her admiringly. He will really miss this, will miss her. After having dinner they go and lie on the bed, remembering the moments of their first date, although they don’t talk much like they did on that day, they just keep holding their hands. Both wanna say so much but afraid of ruining this moment. Steve looks at her and she looks back. He leans in for a kiss. the slow and soft kiss turns passionate, unspoken words being communicated through that kiss. Steve brings her closer and deepens the kiss only pulling apart when they need to breathe. They kiss, pull apart, kiss again, pull apart again, kiss again and again. It feels like neither is ready to let go. Steve moves to kiss her neck, placing small kisses all over her jaw and neck, she traces patterns against his chest. He pauses to look up at her, she is staring at him longingly. “Do you? you want to?” he asks, she nods but a tear slips her eyes, he gently moves on top of her and kisses the tear away. he spends some time appreciating her body with his hands and lips. he softly tugs the end of her dress as if to ask for permission. “Steve, I-I am not beautiful, my body isn’t attractive you won’t like what you see.” Steve can’t imagine a kind person like her not being beautiful. “I am sure you’re beautiful doll, but it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this, there’s no rush.” they both realize suddenly that even if there’s no rush there’s very little time too, what if things go otherwise, is this their only chance? She guides him with her dress. he helps her out of her dress and undresses himself. both of them vulnerable in front of each other, bare and close, as Steve said, they defied society’s beauty norms, yet to both of them the other seemed like the most beautiful person they have ever seen. The whole night they express their feelings in the form of touches and kisses. Steve spends time in making her feel how beautiful she is. They make love in the bed they once laid down talking the whole night. It is intimate and emotional and passionate. Hands intertwined and their bodies too. Living the moment to the fullest, feeling alive after a long time, it’s like they were meant to be, this was meant to be. They live an eternity with each other this night, not wanting to let go, but they know they have to. This night seemed magical, but reality is waiting at the door. When they drift off to sleep, bodies close to each other, they hold each other, unspoken promises being made.

They kiss each other goodbye before it’s time for Steve to leave. “(Y/n), I’ll come back, wait for me okay? I will miss you, I-“ He decides it’s best to not say anything more. She will wait for him, she promises him that, no matter what.

When Steve is injected with the super soldier serum, he becomes a new person for others but he is still the same guy from Brooklyn. the news breaks out about the birth of Captain America and people start rejoicing for a new face of the country. (Y/n) sees the pictures of Steve, sees the effects of the serum, but when she sees his pictures with that smile on his face she knows no matter what he is still the guy from Brooklyn she is in love with. She loves him. Even before the world knew, she knew in her heart that he may not be a perfect soldier but he is a good man.

Captain Steven Grant Rogers soon becomes a sensation, from performing on stage to fighting Hydra bullies in the battlefield, accompanied by his best pal Bucky Barnes, who was the second one to become a super soldier. Yes after Steve, Bucky was given the serum and the two super soldiers fought many wars together. Steve was supposed to be away for one month which turned into more than four months. With all the fame and popularity, (Y/n) wonders how he must feel. So many women want to be with him, beautiful attractive women.

After four months, Steve comes back in town, they have succeeded in an important mission and are now back to celebrate. (Y/n) is so excited to meet him, all this while Steve has not been able to contact her, he was always moving from one place to another, finally she will meet him. She is nervous too, her insecurities getting the best of her. Even if Steve is the same guy she is in love with, what if Steve feels differently? He meets so many beautiful women, women who want to be with him, so what about (y/n)? will she still be beautiful to him, will he still like him? she dresses up nicely to go and meet him, trying her best to look good.

Word on the street is that the soldiers will be at a bar to celebrate. (Y/n) knows that bar, she goes to meet him. She got him a little gift, nothing expensive, just something with a personal touch, a small pouch for him to use with the letters S G R engraved.

There he is, having a drink with Bucky and his team. Even if he is all bulky now, his smile reminds (y/n) of the old days, when he used to hold her hand and flash that beautiful smile at her. He hasn’t seen her yet though, busy drinking and laughing with his friends. She giggles at the sight, she is so happy for him, they finally know his worth which she knew from the first day she got to know him. (Y/n) gradually moves closer to him with a smile on her face.

Steve turns and smiles, but not at her, he hasn’t seen her yet, he smiles at this beautiful brunette wearing a red dress and matching red lipstick. Wow she is gorgeous (y/n) thinks. He gets up to dance with her, they dance slowly but Steve maintains a distance from her, his smile seems polite but not like the one he used to flash at (y/n). (Y/n) tries her best to not think much of it. She waits. Everything is fine. She hopes. As the music stops temporarily, people start moving away from the dance floor, Steve too stops dancing and is about to move when she pulls him close and smashes her lips against his. Pull apart, pull apart, as if an alarm sets off in (y/n)’s brain. Is this really happening? To her shock, to her complete shock, Steve kisses her back, even if just for few seconds before pulling apart. He kisses her back. Is she really that big of a fool to have thought Steve will wait for her? After getting so much attention from beautiful ladies. She cannot control the tears. To make things worse Bucky notices (y/n) and calls her name.

Steve who is taking deep breaths, hears her name and with a swift movement turns to look for her.

There she is, all dressed up, her face accompanied with tears. She turns to leave, already feeling humiliated and stupid. “(Y/n)!!” he yells out. He runs to her, she runs away from him. “(Y/n) wait, please” She looks back, tears not stopping, “It’s not what you think it is, I know it looks bad, I am sorry please let me-“ he is interrupted when she raises a hand to stop him. “No Steve, I am sorry for being stupid enough to come here, to think you would still want to see me, I should have understood, so I am sorry for ruining your celebrations, please go in, have fun.” She says in between sobs. “(Y/n) no please, there is nothing going on, she is my senior in the army and I don’t know how and why she kissed me.” Is he really justifying, she saw him kissing her back, she knows how his face moves when Steve kisses, he clearly kissed her back even if for few moments. “But you kissed her back didn’t you? Don’t lie to me at least, you may not like me or care about me but at least respect me. Don’t lie.” she says and steps back when he tries to come close. “I-I am - it was a mistake, a sudden response, I am not justifying it but I am sorry- it means nothing” He tries to move close again but she steps back.

“This is goodbye Steve, or should I say Captain America? May all your dreams come true. I got this for you which probably doesn’t matter now but here, if you feel like using it.” She hands him the wrapped gift. He takes it and before he can say anything, before he can stop her, she runs as fast as she can, with a heavy broken heart. She runs and takes the first left turn into an alley. He is running after her, the gift in his hand. He reaches the alley just seconds after her but she is gone, literally gone no trace of her. He yells out her name on top of his lungs. He runs as fast as he could, but no sign of her.

Steve frantically unwraps her gift.

He finds the pouch with his initial on them, handmade. A note inside the pouch.

I am always proud of you Steve and I am happy for you. This is nothing much but I hope this pouch is useful to you somehow in your new adventures. For the world you may be Captain America, but for me you’re still my sweet Stevie. I love you, wasn’t brave enough to tell you so wrote it down.

Steve starts crying after reading that. How could he mess this up? The girl he loves the most is hurt because of him. To know she loves him too but at what cost? He reaches her home as quickly as possible but she is not there, he can see the dark windows still knocks on the door in hope, but no she is not there. He decides to come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes, still no sign of her, she is not home, her neighbors haven’t seen her, her few friends haven’t heard from her. Where is she? How can she vanish out of thin air? A week goes by, he haven’t found her. Steve and Bucky and their friends look for her but she is nowhere to be found.

“Where is she Buck?” Steve asks with tears in his eyes. “Have faith pal, we’ll find her.” They don’t find her. It’s time for them to leave for duty and they haven’t found her. She is missing, no one has heard from her. They have tried everything, took help from whoever they could to find her, still in the dark without any clue. Steve leaves for duty with a heavy heart.

When they take down the Red Skull, Steve and Bucky were on an aircraft filled with weapons to destroy cities. They realize they have to crash it somewhere in the ocean. Steve realizes this is for the best, he doesn’t even have much motivation to go back, the one who was waiting for him is no longer there, god knows where. Bucky too sees no way out and agrees with his friend to crash the aircraft. As promised, together till the end of the line.

When the two super soldiers are discovered from the ice, the world changed once again, and their world changed too. A miracle discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. They try to fit in this foreign world with the help of their new companions, who were misfits in their own ways. As years passed, the realization of losing his girl grew even stronger on Steve. (Y/n) was the love of his life, the one he hurt and disappointed, the one he lost. Oh how he wanted to go back in time and tell her he loves her. To say how much she means to him. He wanted to see her again, to talk to her, to tell her how he felt all these years, how everything seemed incomplete.

On a particular mission, Steve, Natasha and Peter team up to take down a hydra base. Peter is new to the team but a strong asset. They are almost done with the mission when something exploded. There was dust and fire. Steve looks for his teammates but cannot see them, he uses the comms to contact them but still no use.

He is running to look for them when he is shot on his shoulders from the back, he immediately covers himself with his shield and looks back the the attacker.

The attacker stands their with a gun, in full black attire and masked covering half of the face. He cannot see clearly due to the dust. The attacker fires again and he moves closer, using the shield as a guard. After some swift movements from both of them, the gun and the shield are soon discarded as they engage in a hand to hand combat. Steve can feel the punches of the attacker are meant to kill, not just hurt. He is not one to attack but rather defend. Still to knock out his opponent he throws a solid punch on the face.

His opponent loses balance for a second and the mask is broken. The broken mask now enables Steve to see the face of the attacker. Is he hallucinating? Is the gas poisonous? intoxicating? making him see the unbelievable? Before he can do anything, he is suddenly on the ground as his opponent took the chance to get on top of him and started punching him.

Is this gas so strong? He knows those eyes. That face.

“(Y/n)?”

the warmth, the pain, the love, all missing from her face. her stare is blank, like a person without a heart. Steve didn’t think he would ever see her again. But now what he sees, it seems worse than his worst nightmares, he wanted to see her but not like this. Not like this.

She keeps punching him when suddenly she is hit on the neck by Nat, hard enough to make her unconscious and not kill her. She falls on his chest. It’s her, it’s (y/n), it’s Steve’s (y/n). He knows her touch better than anything. It’s her.

“Steve are you okay?” Nat asks looking at the blood on Steve’s face and shoulder. He doesn’t say anything just keeps looking at the girl on top of him. “Peter, get her off of him and bring her with us, I’ll help Steve.” Everything seems like a faint noise to Steve, he doesn’t register anything his teammates are saying. Too busy figuring out what is going on and staring at (y/n). Only when she is being pulled apart from him by Peter that he speaks, well yells

“Stop!! Don’t hurt her.” Both of them look at Steve. “Steve?” Nat looks confused. “Did you kill her? (Y/n)? (Y/n) can you hear me?” Steve’s words are not very loud or clear, due to the bruises on his face. His teammates give each other confused looks.

“She is unconscious, not dead. Steve do you know her?” This question makes Steve hysteric as he wraps his arms around the unconscious body of (y/n) and starts crying, holding her close, too engrossed to care about the current situation. Gradually Peter and Nat help them both off the ground and Steve still doesn’t say anything to them.

When they come back to the compound, the rest of the avengers take Steve to the infirmary to help him. Bucky is already at the infirmary. Peter is about to take (y/n) away to keep her in a cell, as ordered by Nat when Steve yells again. “Where are you taking her?”

They are all confused and Bucky is taken aback by his friend’s weird behavior. “Pal, what’s wrong?” Steve starts explaining whatever happened. Bucky cannot believe it, he rushes towards the person Steve claimed to be (y/n) to check for himself. He is shocked too, cannot believe what’s happening.

“Okay enough someone tell me what’s happening.” Nat shouts and the rest of the team look at Bucky and Steve. Steve doesn’t talk, just keeps staring at (y/n). Bucky explains why they are shocked, why Steve is behaving like this and who (Y/n) is, or was.

They keep (Y/n) in a room, not a cell, though handcuffed. Since she was fighting for Hydra and attacked Steve. Even though Steve wasn’t happy with the handcuffs, after persuasion from Bucky he gave in. Tony too is shocked to see Steve like this, over these years and after the initial difference in opinion, Tony became a good friend of Steve. Sam has never seen his friend like this before neither has Nat. All of them are worried and from what they hear, all of this seems unbelievable to them.

Bruce looks after (Y/n) to bring her to her senses.

(Y/n) gradually opens her eyes and finds herself handcuffed. She doesn’t speak just tugs at her handcuffed arms. Bucky who is outside, hears the noise and the grunts and rushes in. “(Y/n)? is that you?” She shoots up her to look at the voice, conflicted emotions visible in her eyes. “Where am I? Another hydra base?” Rage visible from her voice, still probably better than that blank face.

Bucky calls for Steve and the rest of the team. Steve rushes towards (y/n). He kneels down in front of the chair she is handcuffed to. “(Y/n)? it’s me Steve!” She looks at him with doubt and without surety. Must be some cheap trick of Hydra, after all these years of constant torture and brain washing, who knows what these monsters are capable of. (y/n) doesn’t say anything just keeps on tugging at the handcuffs. “It’s me (y/n)! don’t you remember me, it’s Steve, your Stevie” she laughs dryly at this, she won’t lie though, after all these years, this face, this name, this person in front of her definitely takes her back to those days. Is her brain betraying her again? Well she can’t be blamed after being a Hydra controlled puppet all this time.

As much as she remembers after being brainwashed so many times, she doesn’t even know how she is conscious now, is this some new drug? she hardly feels controlled anymore, even the pain has dulled down. Are these her memories or someone else’s she wonders. “Well that’s where you are wrong, whoever you are, Steve was never mine.” she almost spits. Steve is taken aback by those words. Is that how she feels? “Steve, she was asking if this a hydra base” Bucky informs, Steve doesn’t know how to react, the worst possibilities of what may have happened racing through his mind.

“Wait,” he says as he runs out of the room and comes back with the pouch she gave him. “Do you remember this? You gave it to me, the night I- the night I messed up, the night you vanished, the night I saw you for the last time.” Tears about to escape from Steve’s eyes. She looks at the pouch, realization strikes her, the few memories she has intact are the ones of Steve, even after Hydra has tried to remove that from her brain, this is the pouch she gave him. She looks up from the pouch and looks at the blue eyed man. Her lips quivering.

“Steve?” He nods frantically. He hugs her. “Remove these handcuffs now” he says after pulling apart. “Steve she maybe lying, we can’t trust her, we don’t know if this is a trick, she maybe dangerous.” Nat says, always the tactful one. “No, she won’t hurt me. You won’t hurt me would you doll?” The nickname still fresh in her mind. But she doesn’t trust herself or others, neither can she promise of not hurting anyone. “I don’t know, I don’t know what I am capable of, what Hydra is capable of.” she starts crying when Steve reaches up to wipe off her tears. “I remember hearing the news once, when Hydra thought I was under control but I wasn’t, for a brief moment, I remember hearing you and Bucky went into the ice and came back, I didn’t trust the news though, I stopped trusting anything and everything a long time ago.”

When (y/n) is composed and decides to trust these people and they too think she can be helpful, she is brought to a sitting area, where all the avengers sit down, Steve beside her, and asks her about everything.

“That night, the night I last time saw Steve was the night I was taken. I remember running away from him and going into an alley. I saw a shadowy person coming at me and after that blank.” She informs, looking at the ground. “When I came back to my senses, I saw the foreign environment and that I was trapped, I was tied up. I started screaming.” She goes on about how some people came in who she had never seen before, they told her she has been abducted and that they will gave her meaningless life a new purpose.

“Close to Captain America aren’t you? well let’s see what information you can give us about him.” She remembers one of them had asked. (Y/n) was told by Hydra that they had observed her since they got to know about Steve becoming Captain America and her little connection with him. They thought she can be an asset hence they took her.

After Red Skull went down they had to relocate everything. Since Captain America had died for the world, they realized (y/n) was completely useless to them. But at cruel times even useless beings can become useful “They tested different serums and drugs on me, I mostly used to stay drugged except for a few times when they needed my true consciousness.” She was trained, tortured, brain washed, the serums somehow didn’t change her physically, which the Hydra superiors were impressed with, her not so impressive body made her almost invisible in front of people. Who will believe that someone who appears as useless as her can be an assassin? They realized even if she cannot become a good assassin she can always be a good test subject, rather test object.

The different serums and drugs have miraculously kept her young and alive, she has been treated as a lab rat. Whenever she was conscious she tries to fight, or escape. No use. She never agreed to do anything for them unless she was mind controlled by Hydra.

Steve cannot imagine the pain and trauma she must have gone through. He wanted to see her again but not at this cost. He gently holds her hand, like he used to before.

“(Y/n) I don’t know what to say, if only I didn’t mess up that day, if only I ran faster after you, I am sorry, for everything.” The team decides it’s best to give them some space. (Y/n) has already given them some information regarding whatever she has discovered about Hydra all this while, she wants to help them in whatever way possible, Hydra has ruined many lives, she wants it to end.

“Hydra abducting me was not your fault.” Steve looks at her.

“You-you said I was never yours, why?”

“Were you?”

“(Y/n) I still am. I have always been yours, I have always loved you. I love you! I was stupid I didn’t say how I felt before but I should have, I wish I could go back to that night and change what happened but it’s not possible, forgive me please, please, I love you, I have missed you every moment, I wished everyday to see you, talk to you, but now that you are here, now that I see you like this, I feel terrible, disgusted and sad, you deserved nothing but love. Even if I am not directly at fault, Hydra took you to get information about me, so yes it is my fault I couldn’t protect you, couldn’t protect the person who means everything to me.”

(Y/n) too cannot believe she is here with Steve again, it feels like a dream, a dream she has seen many times, but this is real. (Y/n) has always loved Steve, still does but now she is scarred both physically and mentally, if she was a misfit in the society before she is even worse now. She suddenly notices his bruised face.

“Your face is bruised and your shoulder, did I?” Steve interrupts her. “Don’t, don’t do that to yourself.” They both have tears in their eyes. She touches his face gently, as always, still afraid she will hurt him, and now she actually has, even if unintentionally. “I am sorry, I wasn’t myself.” Steve nods. “To be honest, I wasn’t myself too, neither on that night when I messed everything up, nor after you were gone, I don’t think I was my real self. Besides I became so focused on being Captain America that I forgot about Steve Rogers to some extent. You were one of the few people who appreciated that little guy from Brooklyn.”

“I still do, Captain. I still appreciate that guy, I’m still in love with that guy.” Steve didn’t waste any time and pulled her in a kiss. She doesn’t remember the last time she receive any form of affection, the kiss made her feel alive, the kiss made him feel alive.

“Wait your face is bruised, you’re hurt” she says pulling apart. “Like on our first date huh?” Steve asks with a smile on his face. She smiles back.

“Can you forgive me?”

“I guess I can.”

“Can you trust me again?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think I can trust myself, I don’t know what they have done with me, I don’t know if I can become my old self again.”

Steve holds her hand tightly. “How about we deal with it together? How about we heal ourselves together?” (y/n) nods and puts her head on his shoulder. They don’t talk, just sit like that, hand in hand.

After sometime Tony comes and finds them sitting together, he is happy to see his friend smiling. He calls the rest of the team. They all find the couple sitting quietly enjoying each other’s company. Bucky has tears in his eyes, his friend is happy again after what feels like an eternity. Nat smiles looking at Steve, so does Sam. The team is happy to finally see their Captain at peace.

Tony clears his throat. “Sorry to interrupt the moment but let’s all have some food. Miss (Y/n) I have arranged a room for you, take some rest after dinner.”

Tony has arranged the room just beside Steve’s. That room has always been empty, maybe it was waiting for her? Just like Steve?

“I love you (y/n)”

“I love you Steve”

They confess their love once again, while walking up to their rooms, hand in hand.

“Good night doll, just call me if you need anything okay?”

“Steve you want to lie down on my bed? We can talk, just talk, I have no other intentions” she says with a smile, remembering their first date. Steve kisses her and they get inside the room without breaking the kiss. “Oh but I do have other intentions doll” he says with a smirk and closes the door.

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Sad, Beautiful, Tragic (Max Verstappen x Female Reader)

Genre: Angst

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself standing near the open window overlooking the rolling waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

The salty breeze carried the scent of the sea through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of sand and seaweed. Seagulls soared gracefully overhead, their cries echoing in the distance as they rode the currents above the crashing waves. The sky above was painted in hues of orange and pink, the last remnants of daylight fading into the darkness of night.

In the distance, the silhouette of lighthouses stood sentinel against the twilight, their beams cutting through the gathering dusk to guide sailors safely home. Along the shoreline, traditional clapboard houses nestled among the dunes, their weathered exteriors a testament to the passage of time. And as the waves rhythmically kissed the sandy shore, a sense of tranquility settled over the landscape, wrapping it in a blanket of serenity that whispered of secrets waiting to be discovered.

Your gaze drifted to the locket hanging around your neck, the silver chain glinting in the fading light, holding a childhood image of Max close to your heart. Its familiar weight always been a source of comfort for you.

Allowing yourself to be sweep off to a daydream, memory of him lingered like a ghost. Every time you close your eyes, you imagine the two of you having warm conversations, the words flowing effortlessly between you, as if no time had passed at all.

Reality crashed down upon you, pulling you back to the harsh truth of your separate lives. In different cities, you both woke in lonely beds.

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[Flashback]

The tension in the air was palpable as you and Max stood facing each other, words hanging heavy between you like a storm waiting to break.

"I just don't understand why you're always moving around," you exclaimed, frustration seeping into your voice. "We barely spend any time together anymore."

Max's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening as he spoke. "This is my life, Y/N. Racing is what I do, what I live for. You knew that when we got together. Don’t you turn this on me.”

"I know, but it's like you're always off chasing something else," you shot back, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. "I thought we were supposed to be in this together."

His eyes flashed with anger, voice rising as he lashed out. "You'll never understand what it's like to be an F1 driver. The demands, the pressure—it's not something you can just turn on and off as you please."

Your heart sank at your lover’s words, the sting of his accusation cutting deep. "So what, I'm supposed to just drop everything and follow you around like some trophy girlfriend? Is that what you want?"

Max's expression softened, regret flickering in his eyes as he reached out to touch your arm. "I didn't mean it like that, schatje. But maybe if you were more like the other girlfriends—"

Your eyes narrowed, hurt turning to anger as you pulled away from his touch. "I shouldn't have to change who I am just to fit into your new life, Max. If you can't accept me for who I am, then maybe we shouldn't be together at all."

With those words hanging between you like a chasm too wide to bridge, you turned and walked away, leaving Max to grapple with the weight of his own expectations and the reality of what it meant to truly love someone.

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The days that followed were filled with a heavy silence, the distance between you and Max feeling impregnable even within the confines of your shared home. Each moment seemed to stretch on endlessly, filled with the weight of unresolved tensions.

Then, one evening, as you sat alone in the living room with the cats on your lap, Max entered, his footsteps hesitant as if unsure of his welcome.

Max began softly, “Why are we so out of sync these days, schat. Godverdomme, I hate fighting with you.”

You nodded, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. "I don’t know, Max… It's like we're trapped in this hellish cycle we can't break."

Max approached you, his expression pleading. "Have we truly lost our way?”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you met his gaze, the pain of misunderstanding tearing at your heart. "Can you just hold me right now?”

With a deep breath, Max closed the distance between you, his touch gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Come here, mijn liefje.”

As you melted into his embrace, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by the fragile hope of reconciliation. In the quiet sanctuary of your home, you dared to think that things are going to get better.

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You know what they say, the golden days never last for long. And yours turn dull in the blink of an eye.

A few months passed, you couldn't escape the constant reminders of Max's growing closeness with Kelly Piquet. Their pictures seemed to be everywhere, captured in different corners of the world, each one a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between you.

Kelly's job as a model and influencer afforded her the flexibility to travel to every Grand Prix with ease, a stark contrast to your own demanding career as a business consultant in Monaco. As you scrolled through social media, the self-doubt gnawed at you. Had Max found your replacement in Kelly?

You tried to push aside the nagging thoughts, reminding yourself that trust was the foundation of any relationship. But as the whispers and rumors grew louder, fueled by the constant presence of Kelly in Max's life, your insecurities threatened to consume you. Whenever Max have his photo taken, Kelly is only a few steps behind.

You decided to click on a more recent video due to the attention it has garnered. Max’s face appeared, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"And what about Kelly Piquet?" the interviewer asked, a knowing glint in their eye. "You two seem to have become quite close recently. Can you tell us about your newfound friendship?"

Max let out a breathy laugh, "Kelly is really fun to be around," he began. "We share a lot of the same interests, especially when it comes to racing and traveling."

You feel your throat closing up with every word he spoke, but he continues on, "She's introduced me to so many new experiences, including meeting her father, Nelson Piquet. It was an honor to spend time with him and get some feedbacks on how to better improve myself."

As the interview continued to play, each word feeling like a dagger to your heart, you couldn't bear to hear any more.

The interviewer nodded, their interest piqued by Max's genuine enthusiasm. "It sounds like you two have—,”

With a flick of your wrist, you closed the video, the screen going dark as you threw your phone across the room. Jimmy and Sassy, startled by the sudden commotion, scurried away, their tails fluffed with alarm.

Alone in the silence of your apartment, the pain and frustration boiled over, and with a scream of anguish, you unleashed the pent-up emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

"Fuck you, Max Verstappen!" you shouted, the words echoing off the walls as tears streamed down your face. In that moment, the weight of betrayal felt almost too much.

As the echoes of your scream faded into the stillness of the night, you collapsed onto the floor, the weight of your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. And in the darkness, with nothing but the sound of your own ragged breaths, you allowed yourself to grieve for the love you had lost.

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The darkness of your despair seemed to swallow you whole. The thought of even touching your phone filled you with dread, terrified of stumbling upon yet another headline or photo of Max and Kelly together.

You had moved to Monaco with hopes of being closer to Max, to build a life together. But now, it was clear that those hopes had been nothing but illusions.

With each passing moment, the love you once felt for Max began to chip away, replaced by a seething anger that burned hot. How dare he throw you away like yesterday's news, all because you no longer fit into the life of a World’s Champion?

In a moment of clarity, you made the decision to pack your bags, to leave behind the city that held nothing but painful memories and broken promises. There was no use in clinging to a love that had been so callously discarded, no future left for you in a place that only served to remind you of what you had lost and failed to keep.

As you moved through the apartment, gathering your belongings, Jimmy and Sassy followed close behind, their soft purrs and gentle nudges a silent comfort in the midst of your turmoil. It was as if they understood, as if they knew that you were leaving, and their presence offered a small solace.

Meanwhile on the other side of the globe, Max's anxiety grew with each unanswered call. Every attempt to reach out only led to the cold emptiness of voicemail, leaving him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Scenes of your last encounter replayed in his mind, each one a painful reminder of the words left unsaid and the hurt he had caused. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, that he had pushed you away when you needed him the most.

"Come on, schat, please pick up," he repeated, the desperation evident in his voice.

Growing desperate, Max even reached out to the security of his building, hoping for any sign of your whereabouts. But their responses only deepened his fear, confirming that you hadn't been seen in days.

With a heavy heart, Max realized the gravity of his actions. He had let his own ambitions blind him to the pain he had caused you, and now, he feared it might be too late to make things right.

His hands trembled as he dialed his manager's number. "Get the jet ready for me, I need to fly back to Monaco immediately," he demanded, the urgency in his voice brooking no argument.

"Max, we're in the middle of a Grand Prix," his manager protested, the disbelief evident in his tone. "You can't just leave."

Max's jaw clenched, frustration boiling over as he shouted into the phone, "Fuck that! My girlfriend needs me."

With a determined resolve, Max hung up the phone, his mind set on one thing and one thing only: finding you and making things right. For in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not even all his titles.

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As Max stepped into the apartment, a sense of dread washed over him like a tidal wave. The emptiness of the space seemed to echo with the absence of your presence.

Frantically, he searched for any sign of you, his heart pounding in his chest with each passing moment. But the apartment yielded no clues, no trace of your belongings, not even a lingering scent to suggest that you had been there recently.

The reality of your absence hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and reeling. The walls seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with the weight of his own regret.

"Where are you?" Max's voice echoed through the empty apartment, filled with desperation. "Please, Y/N, don't leave me like this!"

His shouts reverberated off the walls, each one a plea for your return, a desperate cry for forgiveness. But the silence that greeted him was deafening, broken only by the sound of his own ragged breaths.

"Please, liefje, I can't bear to be without you," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll do anything to make things right, just please come back to me."

But his words hung unanswered in the air, swallowed by the vast emptiness of the apartment. And as Max sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face, he realized that he had let the love of his life slip away, and now, there was no guarantee that he would ever find his way back to her again.

Still he will try, dammit he promise he will.

Max dialed the numbers of your closest friends, his heart pounding with urgency. "Hello? It's Max," he began, his voice tight with emotion. "I am very sorry to bother you but… do you know where Y/N is? I screwed up I know but has she said anything?”

There was a hesitant pause on the other end of the line before your friend responded cautiously, "I'm sorry, Max. I can't help you with that."

Max's frustration boiled over as he pleaded, "Please… I need to know if she's okay. I need to find her."

But each conversation ended the same way, with her friends refusing to reveal anything about your whereabouts. It was as if you had disappeared without a trace, leaving Max with no leads.

As he hung up the phone for the umpteenth time, Max realized that he was truly alone in his search for you. And with each passing moment, the sense of desperation grew, driving him to the brink of madness as he searched for any clue that would lead him back to you.

Max reached a point of exhaustion so profound that his body finally succumbed, and he slipped into unconsciousness. A faint memory surfaced from the depths of his subconscious—a conversation with you, a moment frozen in time.

"If you could run away, where would you go?" he asked, the words hanging in the air between you as you lay together, your head resting against his chest.

You drew lazy circles on his skin as you pondered his question, your voice soft with contemplation. "I guess I would go to Rhode Island."

In his dreams, Max found himself transported to a tranquil beach on the shores of Rhode Island, the gentle waves lapping at his feet as the salty breeze kissed his skin. The sound of seagulls echoed in the distance, their cries a soothing melody that carried on the wind.

With a sudden jerk, Max's eyes snapped open, his heart racing with a newfound sense of clarity. Rhode Island. The words echoed in his mind.

Could it be possible? Could you have truly gone to Rhode Island?

Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up to see Jimmy and Sassy approaching, their usual playful demeanor replaced by a palpable sense of sadness.

Max's heart sank at the sight of his beloved cats looking so forlorn. With a heavy sigh, he reached out to them, offering a comforting touch as they nuzzled against his hand.

"I know," Max murmured. "I'm sorry I made mum leave, but I promise we'll get her back."

The cats gazed up at him with soulful eyes, as if understanding his words. In that moment, Max would do anything to bring you back home where you belonged.

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In the cozy living room of your temporary home in Rhode Island, you and your best friend, Lily Muni He who also happens to be the girlfriend of Alex Albon sat together, surrounded by boxes and scattered belongings as you worked to settle in. The soft glow of afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm ambiance over the room.

As you unpacked, Lily's presence brought a sense of comfort and familiarity, her easy smile and gentle demeanor easing the weight of your recent upheaval.

With a sigh, you set aside a box and turned to Lily. "Thank you for helping me with all of this," you said, gratitude lacing your words. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Lily smiled warmly, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, love. You know I'll always be here for you," she replied, her voice soft with sincerity.

Taking a seat beside you, Lily reached out to grasp your hand in hers, a gesture of solidarity and support. "I know this hasn't been easy for you," she continued, her tone gentle. "But I want you to know that you're not alone. Me and Alex are here for you, every step of the way."

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt the weight of Lily's words wash over you. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice catching with emotion.

Lily’s gaze lingers on you with sadness. "I'll miss seeing you around the paddock," she said. "It won't be the same without you there."

You smiled weakly. "I'll miss it too," you admitted. "But I think it's time for a fresh start, you know?"

She nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I get that," her tone gentle. "Just know that no matter where you go, you'll always have a home with us. Alex and I will come visit you any time we can.”

A wistful expression crossed your face. "I miss the cats," you confessed. "I know it's silly, but they were like family to me."

"It's not silly at all, Y/N” she reassured. "They were a big part of your life, and it's natural to miss them."

You offered her a small smile. "Thanks, Lil," you said, the weight of homesickness easing ever so slightly. "I just hope they're doing okay without me."

"I'm sure they miss you too," she replied. "But Jimmy and Sassy are resilient little creatures. They'll be just fine."

You let out a mirthless laugh. "If you meet him, you should ask Max to get one of those automatic food dispensers. He's away from home most of the time, and last I heard Kelly is allergic to cats."

Lily snorted at your remark, the irony of the situation not lost on either of you. Soon, giggles bubbled up between you, the tension of the moment dissipating in a shared moment of laughter.

"Solid idea," she replied. "I'll be sure to mention it to him if I get the chance."

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As the sun beat down on the bustling city of Doha, reporters from around the world gathered outside the Red Bull Racing garage, their cameras flashing and microphones poised. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation and concern, as whispers of Max Verstappen's mysterious disappearance spread like wildfire through the paddock.

In the heart of the chaos, a reporter with a steely gaze faced the camera, her voice cutting through the clamor of the crowd. "Good evening from Doha, where the Formula 1 world is in a state of shock and confusion," she began, her words echoing across the airwaves.

Behind her, a throng of journalists clamored for attention, shouting questions and jostling for position. Camera crews darted back and forth, capturing every moment of the unfolding drama.

"Max Verstappen, the reigning world champion, has gone MIA," the reporter continued, her brow furrowed with concern. "His absence has sent shockwaves through the paddock, leaving fans and fellow drivers alike bewildered."

As she spoke, images of Verstappen flashed across the screen, capturing his triumphant moments on the track. The tension in the air was palpable, as the world waited with bated breath for any news of the missing champion.

Inside, tension hung thick in the air as Christian Horner paced back and forth, his frustration evident in every furrow of his brow. Beside him, members of the team exchanged worried glances, whispering amongst themselves as they tried to make sense of the situation.

"We need to do damage control, and fast," Horner declared, his voice tight with urgency. "This is not how a reigning world champion should behave."

Checo spoke up with a wry smile. "We all know exactly where he went to," he remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "I'm just surprised it took him this long to grow balls."

Horner's frustration turned to bewilderment as he turned to face Checo, his expression a mixture of disbelief and exasperation. "What do you mean, Checo?" he demanded, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Kelly Piquet's sudden entrance into the garage caused heads to turn, her expression mirroring Horner's earlier demeanor. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for answers as she approached the group.

"Where is Max? What was he thinking?" she demanded, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Checo, ever the straight shooter, couldn't help but roll his eyes at Kelly's questions. "As if you don't know," he retorted, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

Kelly's eyes narrowed as she locked gazes with him, a flash of annoyance crossing her features. "What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back, her voice edged with irritation.

But before Checo could respond again, Horner stepped forward, his expression grave as he addressed Kelly. "Kelly, we're all trying to figure out what happened," he interjected, his tone firm but measured. "But right now, our priority is to handle the fallout and ensure the team's reputation remains intact."

With Max Verstappen's whereabouts now a hot topic of speculation among the media, the Red Bull Racing team faced an uphill battle to contain the fallout from their champion's sudden departure.