Steve Rogers Imagines

Captured (Part 1)

Warning(s): reader is captured by HYDRA, fighting, violence, a bit of angst (there will be more in the next part, sorry)

You woke up to the feeling of kisses being planted on your shoulder. You let out a quiet groan and opened your eyes to see Steve smiling at you before he continued kissing your shoulder, moving up your neck, to your cheek until he reached your lips.

Before he could press his lips on yours you lifted your hand up and covered his mouth. "What?" He muttered against your palm.

"I have morning breath."

Steve took your hand that was covering his mouth and intertwined his fingers with yours. "So do I."

You smiled, rolled your eyes and let him lean in and kiss you. The kiss was gentle and slow and you loved every second of it.

"Good morning." You whispered after pulling away.

Steve smiled, "Good morning, beautiful." He whispered back before pecking your lips again. "I'm going to take a shower." He said before pushing himself off of you and stood up from the bed.

You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, burying your face in the pillow. "I'll just wait for my turn here," you muttered, the pillow muffling your speech.

Steve chuckled and stepped into the bathroom.

You rolled around in bed, trying to drown out the slightly annoying sound of the running water in many possible ways; holding a pillow over your head, hiding under the duvet, doing both at the same time.

You groaned, admitting defeat and stood up from the bed, shivering slightly at the loss of warmth.
You looked towards the bathroom door, you could have joined him but you were just too exhausted, deciding against it.

You walked over to Steve's drawer of clothes, deciding to be a good girlfriend and pick up some clothes for him to put on after the shower. You crouched down and opened the sock drawer. You reached out to some socks only to feel something under them. Your brows furrowed as you dug under the pile of socks. You picked up a box. A small, navy, velvet box. You covered your mouth with your hand and your eyes widened.

You heard the door opening behind you, you quickly put the box back exactly where you found it. You hadn't noticed the shower turning off, you were staring at the box so intently. "Y/N?" Steve asked from behind you. "What are you doing?"

You quickly stood up and faced him. "I was just... I was going to bring you some clothes." You shrugged.

Steve quickly strolled over to you and kicked the drawer closed. "There's no need for that." He placed his hands on your arms and ran them up and down. "But thank you very much." He kissed the top of your head. "Now go take a shower."

You kept quiet and went to the bathroom. You locked the door behind you and leaned your back against it.

"Oh, my God..." You muttered under your breath.

You pushed yourself off of the door and stripped all your clothes off before you stepped in the shower.

You couldn't take your mind off of the box that you found. Maybe it's not a ring, you thought. It could be like... earrings or something.

You took a deep breath and turned on the shower. The warm water poured down your skin, hoping it would help you relax. Still your mind wandered to the velvet box.

What if it was a ring? You thought to yourself. Is he going to propose? What would I say?

"I have to talk to Natasha," you muttered to yourself. "I have to tell someone."