Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers // In Today's World

"I just don't understand why I can't leave," I said while looking at Steve. In return, he looked up from his sketchbook and stared at me with an 'are you serious look. "What?" I whine gently.

"You're not leaving. I'm not leaving. No one is coming over." Steve explained once again. I let out a groan and threw my arms up into the air.

"This is so stupid, why can't people just wear a simple piece of cloth? Oh, I can't breathe... bleh bleh bleh. Yeah well, I can't go on a date with my boyfriend. I can't see my family. I can't see my friends." I ranted on and on.

"Y/n, I know you're mad. I'm mad also," Steve agreed as he placed his sketchbook on the table and walked over to me.

"We haven't been outside for months, Steve... I missed my sister's wedding. I missed saying goodbye to my Uncle forever... this sucks..." I whimper again.

"I know darling... I know..." He sighed as he sat next to me on our shared bed. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"This could have easily been fixed if we had a smarter president..." I mumbled under my breath. I then had a sudden burst of inspiration. I gasped lightly, "Steve, why don't you run for president? You're over 100 years old, you know more stuff about the world than presidents now." Steve just responded with a short chuckle and a shake of his head.

"I'm happy where I am now, even if it means I'm stuck in our house." I gave him an annoyed look.

"You won't even let us go into the back yard, and we basically live in the middle of nowhere. Like Tony's family!" I pointed out to him.

"I know I know. I'm just worried that it would still spread this far." He explained further.

"You do realize we go to the grocery store every two weeks to pick up our groceries right? Opening our trunk exposes us to the air that has been contaminated with Karen's not wearing masks." I pointed out more validly.

"Can you explain to me what a Karen is again?" He asked in confusion. I smiled gently at his knowledge about the internet.

"A Karen is someone who makes a scene. It is usually a middle-aged woman. She doesn't wear masks and asks for the manager when something doesn't go her way. Usually hates on the younger generation." I explained. He made an 'O' shape with his mouth and nodded.

"Why would they just use a name? Why not a verb, oh that person is," he pauses to think of a word.

"Karening?" I raised my eyebrow.

"That's not even a word," he commented and looked at me. "And it's hard to say. It doesn't flow nicely."

"Alright Mr. Smartpants," I giggled lightly and shook my head.

"Let's talk about something else, get your mind off of the whole thing." He suggested.

"Hmm... I want to do something. Not like watching a movie, or drawing, or anything. I want air baby, I just want some fresh air." I begged him. He let out a sigh and reached over and held up the mask.

"We can go outside if you wear this." Steve tried to reason.

"It's our backyard, Steve, I am not wearing a mask on my own private property."

"Babe, you're karening." He chuckled lightly.

"Stooopppp," I whined and rolled my eyes playfully at him.

"I'm just protecting you. I don't want you getting sick and dying." Steve sighed depressingly.

"Jesus Steve, we'll be outside for at top twenty minutes. I know stuff can travel fast within the wind, but baby... Come on pwease." I begged him. Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head.