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The Comment - Steve Rogers - SMUT

The Comment – Steve Rogers

For The Silver Iris

A/N: Smut.

You smiled as you tapped the "Done" button on your phone screen, uploading your most recent photo to your Facebook and Instagram accounts. It was a simple photo of you from a flattering angle, showing off your new Captain America shirt that Steve had gotten you. He thought it was funny that he and his fellow Avengers were on merchandise such as shirts and hats, and since you were dating the one and only Captain America, he thought it fitting that you had a shirt with his symbol on it.

Comments came flooding in, as they always did when you updated your social media. It was no secret to the world who you were dating, so any time you were found online, people hounded you for attention. Usually it was young girls squealing about how lucky you were and wishing you and Steve the best. But once in a while a hater found their way onto your profile and had to spread the hate.

You tapped the "View comment" button to see what the most recent reply to your photo was, and as you read the first line, your face went pale.

"You're such a fucking poser, posting all these pictures of yourself wearing Captain America merchandise. Are you dating him, or his stuff? A real girlfriend wouldn't flaunt it like that. Get over yourself. He's only dating you because you're a fan. He's settling. You're nothing special."

You had seen hateful comments before, but this one struck you. You read the last line over and over. He's settling.

And that was why, when Steve came home just half an hour later, he found you curled up in your shared bed, crying into a pillow.

"(y/n)?" he greeted slowly, his voice thick with concern. He dropped his bag by the door and hurried over to you, picking you up and cradling you to his chest. "Darling, what's wrong?"

You latched onto his shirt as the comment played over and over in your mind. Your tears left wet patches on the cotton as you curled into a ball.

"(y/n)," he cooed gently. "Love, talk to me. What happened?"

With a sob, you reached over to grab your phone, unlocking the screen and opening your Instagram. You tapped the comment and turned the phone so Steve could read it.

He went silent, his arms tightening around you. He took your phone and set it on the bedside table before carding his fingers through your hair.

"You know they're just jealous," he began softly. "There will always be someone against you. It doesn't mean anything. They just have to spread their hate to everyone they meet. It's not you, love. It's them."

"Are you settling?" you asked before you could stop yourself.

He rested a hand on your chin and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. "(y/n), I love you more than anything in the world. I am not settling. I'm in love with you. I want to spend my life with you."

Before you could protest, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His hand slid to cup your cheek, keeping you close as he massaged your mouth with his. His tongue swiped across your lower lip and you happily obliged his request, opening your mouth against his. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth before wrestling with your own tongue. You gasped when he took it between his teeth, gently sucking on it.

He gently lied you down against the pillows and positioned himself to hover over you. His hand slid into your hair, gently tugging on it, earning another gasp from your throat. You ran your hands down his chest and tangled your legs with his.