Various X Male or Non-Binary Reader

Captain America / Steve Rogers - Throwing Knives

His usually soft-yet-sarcastic face fell into a mix of melancholy and exhaustion. Before twisting into anger with every knife he threw.

I furrowed my brows. (M/N) was never like this. His expression wasn't the only thing that was off. His (h/c) hair was a mess, and he seemed paler than the last time I've seen him. Instead of his usual (f/c) tank top and dark cargo pants; he was wearing a hoodie and sweats. It looked like he had just rolled out of bed to throw knives. 

"(M/N)?" I called. His attention was focused on the dummy when he launched a blade into its chest. Where almost all of the knives were lodged. Surrounding the shredded core, some were slipping from the loose foam.

He went and grabbed the knives slowly drawing them out. Placing them in the palm of his hand.

"(M/N). What's up?" I asked a little louder the sound resonating through the open room. (M/N) looked down at his hands acting like he was counting his knives. Though I knew better being around him for the past few months.
He knew he had exactly 13 knives every time. He never missed a target. He may not land it on the right spot. But he never missed the target.

"(M/N)." I called again walking up behind him. Placing a hand on his shoulder. He whipped around and glared at me. I would have jumped if one of his throwing knives weren't pressed to my neck.

"Go away... I don't want to talk to you." He growled. His voice was raspy and weak. He looked away from my eyes as I examined his features.
His usually bright (e/c) eyes were red, and puffy- yet sunken. His eyebrows were knit in anger, or frustration. I couldn't tell. His usually soft looking lips were chapped and pale. He didn't look good. I was shocked to see him the way he was.

"(M/N)? Are you alright?" I asked slowly backing away from the blade.

He whipped the blade to the ground, dropping the rest from his hands as he looked down.

"What do you care? You're just another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent." He whispered. Beginning towards the door before I grasped the back of his hoodie. Stopping him momentarily.

"(M/N) I'm not just an agent. I'm your friend." I replied.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" I asked letting go of his hoodie and stepping toward him, scared of what he may do.

"It's none of your concern. J-Just me being a wimp." He stuttered. An unusual characteristic of the agent.

"Of course it's my concern (M/N). I care about you." I spoke. Blushing at my own words.

"I care... A lot. So please tell me, is everything alright?" I asked again. He turned around as tears welled in his (e/c) eyes. Threatening to spill.

"No..." He trailed. I saw a clear drop speck the ground as his shoulders shook.

Was he crying? Was the (M/N) (L/N), crying? The only person I've lik-... Loved. Since Peggy, was breaking down.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to cry. He was too special to cry. I stepped forward and (awkwardly) hugged him. His form stiffened as he gripped my t-shirt. I felt him rest his forehead against my chest as the tears found there way to the cloth of my shirt.

I began swaying slightly trying to somehow soothe the distressed man in my grasp. I rubbed my hands against his back humming tunes from my childhood to him. Anything to help.

After a long while he was still. I backed away slightly looking down at the agent. His forehead was still pressed to my chest as he loosely gripped my shirt.

"(M/N)?" I asked. Thinking maybe he somehow fell asleep standing. But knowing that wasn't the case.

"Have you ever fallen in love Cap?" He asked quitely.

I was taken aback, unsure how to answer I asked my own question.

"Why?"

"Because I have. And it's the worst mistake I-I've ever made... Falling for someone who I know... For a f-fact, would never feel the same." He stammered.
I felt my heart race.
I've fallen in love before. Only twice. Peggy. And (M/N). I didn't want to loose (M/N) too.

I swallowed my pride, curiosity taking over.
I will accept his choice. Loosing another love would hurt, but if he was happy. I guess I could be happy.

"Who?"

It was silent. As you could only hear the soft buzz of machinery from the floors below.

"You."

My heart stopped. As a huge grin spread my features. I hugged (M/N) tighter fearing he may slip away.

"Let me tell you something (M/N). I don't feel the same..." I trailed. (M/N) snapped his (e/c) irises to mine his face falling into agony.

"S-Steve..."

I leaned down and gently pecked his forehead, resting mine against his as soon as I pulled away. I saw the shock in his eyes as he scanned my features; looking for answers as I smiled.

"I love you more."

A/N
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