The soldiers. Steve Rogers/Captain America x reader

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Steve had been acting weird the past week. He'd taken you on dates everyday with always ended in a hug and both of you lying down, staring at the stars until you fell asleep and Steve carried you to your room.

One time, you had just close your eyes and were resting. The light behind your eyelids became darker so someone was blocking your view from your light source; the stars. And since Steve was the only one on the roof; the answer could only be the following;

Steve was sitting, possibly looking at you.

Your heard a faint mumble that could have been translated either as 'he'll blubberful.' but seen more to be along the lines of 'She's beautiful'. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Steve's hand brushed your hair out of your face and gave you a light peck on the check. You couldn't help but think: Even the gentleman when no one is looking.

He carried your body with ease to your room. Then removed your shoes and tucked you into bed. That was the only time you witnessed what he did when he brought you back down from the Tower' rooftop.

But He had been acting strange. It was little thing. Before everything, he would kiss you; plain and simple, now he seemed almost scared to. He sometimes looked at your lips as though he was yearning for them but he never gave in to temptation as though he believed that a simple kiss would be enough to shatter you. Signs of affection were more public.

His hand would find it's way to yours whenever he felt nervous or felt the need to protect you. He would hug you more often but sweat simple hugs.

But the strangest thing was that he would sometimes disappear from hours on end and would come back. You were developing the paranoia that he was falling for someone else although you couldn't confront him about it because you were to scared to know the truth.

The strangest thing was that day. You had spent the entire day in the training room. At lunch, you walked upstairs but Steve was no where to be seen. When you asked the others about it they were all like; 'probably doing important boring stuff'. 

You walked back to your room and fell asleep on your bed. When you woke up you noticed that a note had slipped through the gap beneath your door. You held it up to the light and read it:

I love you. Meet me at the roof. - S

The message would usually be short notes. I love you's most of the time. He'd slip it under the door or put it on your night stand when he put you to bed. You put the note in a pile where you kept all his other notes. Your hand drifted over all the notes.

Your favourite was written in (light/ dark) ink and it read the following:

( I love you. Please love me too... -S./

I can't wait to see you.-S /

Seeing you is my favourite part of the day.-S/

Words cannot describe how much I miss you. -S/

I'm here if you feel lonely.-S/

I feel that even when the English vocabulary has expanded to a thousand times what it is now, there will still be not enough words to describe how much I love and cherish you. -S)

Steve had written many notes. Some of them were more letters than notes but all of them carried his wish of you being next to him. He had written to you every day you were gone or maybe more sometimes.

There was a soft knock on the door. You opened it. Natasha was in the hallway.

"Hi, (y/n). I am here to tell you to meet Steve on the roof as soon as your ready in cause you didn't get the note." She said nonchalantly as though she wasn't enjoying being the messenger.