Random x reader PLATONIC book *REQUESTS OPEN*

*Request for Ayeokye06* Steve Rogers

"I know. Truthfully I debated on whether or not I should come here. Because I knew you wouldn't want to see me."

"There's something we can agree on." I muttered angrily as I rested my head against my pillow.

"But I still came. Even though I haven't before, doesn't that at least count for something?"

"I'm knocking on death's door any day now. Neither the Doctors nor SHIELD can fix me, to me this looks like a pity visit. To clear out your conscience before I go."

"No that's not—" I turned to him giving him a deep 'I don't believe you' scowl. "Okay so it's part of it." I scoffed as I rolled my eyes and turned my back towards him. "But most of it wasn't my fault. SHIELD never told me you existed until you were admitted to this hospital. And when I found out how you were made I—I was shocked. To think they actually made a child using both mine and Peggy's DNA."

"Yeah well I didn't ask to get made. Nor did I ask which DNA I wanted to share. So excuse me for even being created!" I snapped.

"I'm not blaming you for that. I was just—shocked is all. But I never once hated the idea of you existing. And when I saw through a picture of how much you resembled Peggy, I......I'll admit I got scared. But also because I had to lose her already, and I—I couldn't go through losing her twice. Not again."

I felt the bouquet being set down at my legs and he said to me before he left.

"You can choose to either continue resenting me, or maybe giving us a chance at least. I'll leave it up to you. Just know that's what I wanted to say to you and I hope you at least take my word to heart." With that he gave me a pat to my shoulder and left my room without another word. I turned around to look down at the bouquet and I picked it up.

I fingered through the daffodils and lifted them up to my nose and gave them a soft sniff. I also noticed how they were also my favorite color, orange. Most people wouldn't like orange but to me orange reminds me of the color of the sky every sunrise and sunset. The way the sky becomes a beautiful shade of orange with that hint of gold left from the sun it—it really doesn't have any words to describe it, all I can say is that it's beautiful beyond words.

"He is right you know." Claire said as she came out.

"Spying on us? I thought your mama raised you better than that."

"Yes but I'm also your nurse. Assigned to keep a 24/7 watch on you in case anything bad happens."

"Well I did nearly die in there in case you didn't realize." I sassed at her.

"Your father had the sense to keep an eye on you and knew when to call out for help if you needed it. But back to what I was saying, he is right. Can you really blame him for not being told of your existence?"

"You mean creation."

"I know what I said. You're not just an experiment you're a living, breathing person who gets sick, who feels emotions, eats, drinks, everything else we humans need in order to survive." I looked up at her.

"I hate it when you out-argue me."

"Took me awhile with a couple of vigilantes, one of them being my hard-headed boyfriend but in all seriousness. Your father was only trying to reach out to you. To finally get the chance to see who you are, who you grew up to be."

"Guess I didn't live up to his expectations."

"If that were the case he would've criticized you or better yet just left the room all together. And I may not know him personally but that doesn't feel like what Steve Rogers is capable of doing. Judging people by their looks or status of either class or health." I chuckled icily as I shook my head, feeling a single tear fall down my face.

"I wanted to hate him. All these years he—he was seen as this public figure, great with children and helps little old ladies cross the street. Never bragging about what he does, only to do it for the greater good. How can someone who says that not visit his daughter. Now that he's told me the suppose 'truth', I—" I sighed heavily and wiped the tearstain at my cheek harshly.

"Only you can decide what you want to do with your relationship with him. But can I just say I'm proud of you for at least hearing him out." She patted my knee before standing up and taking the bouquet from my hands. "I'm gonna put these in some water and a vase, I'll bring them right back." As she walked away I thought long and hard about what Steve had told me and what Claire had to reiterate for me.

For days I pondered on our conversation and each day I was growing weaker and weaker until I finally asked Claire to call Steve Rogers and bring him here. Reaching over to turn on the oxygen tank to give myself a bit more air (since yesterday my lungs almost stopped working and they had to perform CPR on me to bring me back).

I asked Claire to bring in a few of my favorite films and have them ready for when Steve arrived. Within a half hour after asking to call him, he came right in and when he saw me, his face dropped with pity as he slowly approached me.

"Sit." I told him. He pulled up the chair and rested his hand against the bars of the bed and he asked me.

"They told me you asked for me." I hummed in agreement.

"I—I wanted to show you some movies. Movies you probably missed out on." I croaked out. He looked over to my bedside and picked up the movie list and I told him. "Most people go for the classics like Star Wars, Harry potter, Lord of the rings. All good movies but—these movies hardly anyone talks about. Highlander is probably my all-time favorite."

"I heard Bruce and Clint talk about this movie once. Mainly because of the music in it."

"Never go wrong with Queen." I said.

"I—I'd be willing to watch it with you. If that's what you want." I nodded and so he went up to the TV and played the movie.

Every now and then I would look over to Steve to see his reaction to a certain scene or the special effects that the 1980's was known to have (a bit cheesy and slightly bad but for the case of this film it's really just the lightning that looks pretty bad, everything else is awesome).

"So with each immortal they kill, they gain their knowledge and immortal power?" he asked me.

"Yes.....and now he's even stronger.....now that Ramirez is dead." I let out a soft cough. Steve looked at me and asked me.

"You okay?" I hummed and gave him a soft nod. "Do you—need your pillows fluffed? Some water?"

"No....but uhh—can I...." I trailed off.

"Can you what?" he asked softly looking down at me with eyes of concern.

"Can I listen to your heartbeat?" his brows slightly raised at the request but a soft smile came across his face. Very gently he picked me up in his strong arms and allowed my head to rest against his chest, and in my ear I could hear the strong beats of his heart. Who would've thought that this heart started off frail like mine.

It now came to the saddest part of the whole movie when we see Connor lose Heather to time and old age. But I could also feel that my time was almost up. I could barely hear the movie anymore and my eyes could barely stay open any longer.

I slowly closed them and rested all the weight I had left in my body to cling onto Steve until I felt my last breath leave my body.

*Steve's POV*

The long, haunting beep of (Y/n)'s heart monitor sounded off and I looked to see that she had flatlined. I looked down at her and saw she had a peaceful look on her face.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?" I pressed my fingers to her neck and got no pulse. She was gone but at least she's no longer in anymore pain. My lip trembled as the song from the movie was now ringing true to this situation and a few tears slipped down my face. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead and whispered to her, "Be at peace baby girl. Be in pain no more."