Not Stony.
Beauty Queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
(I had to put this. It's just so kawaii)
You sniffled, raising your sleeve to your eyes to dry them, practically choking on your sobs. You sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against your bed, surrounded by a circle of used tissues.
Tony had been flirting with Nat again- and right in front of you this time, too. She had become your closest girl friend ever since Tony had introduced you to the other avengers, and you couldn't help but grow to think of her as a sister. When she had originally told you that Tony had shamelessly been flirting with other women when you weren't around, you had brushed it off and told her it was just his personality, or he was joking, or he had to keep up appearances, and whatever excuse you pulled out of nowhere to comfort yourself.
And even when you felt your heart break a little as he pretty much ignored you and flirted with the female assassin, you couldn't blame him. She was so, so beautiful. And you?
You sobbed again. You didn't know what you were.
You grabbed your phone and looked over it with eyes filled with tears that blurred your vision, and sent a message.
'Can you come over? I really need someone to talk to.'
You smiled weakly when your phone beeped with an immediate reply.
'I'll be right over.'
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times
But somehow I want more
You stood up slowly when you heard the door bell, putting on your slippers and wrapping a blanket around your pyjama-clad body before you headed towards the front door. You held the blanket together with one hand, slowly opening the door with the other.
You nearly shut the door again when you saw Steve standing there, instead of Natasha. "Hey." He smiled at you, but almost immediately dropped it when he saw the state you were in; swollen eyes, tear-stained cheeks, knotted hair, red nose... You must've been quite a sight.
You swallowed hard. "Hey, Steve. What... What are you doing here?"
For a moment, he looked confused. "You texted me."
You tensed. Could you have accidentally texted Steve, instead of Natasha?
You took a step back, and opened the door wider. "Come on in."
A small smile lifted the corners of his lips again, and he stepped inside. "Thank you."
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
You walked quietly into the living room, Steve following behind you. Once you reached there, you sat down on the couch, curling your knees up to your chest and holding the soft blanket more tightly around you. Steve looked unsure of where to set himself down, before you patted the spot next to you. He sat down without a word.
At first, all you did was sit in silence. But then Steve shifted the way he was sitting, looked you in the eye, and asked, "What happened?" Just those two words, spoken so quietly, got you to open up.
You had ended up in Steve's lap, hugging him tightly and crying into his chest. After a slight hesitation, he had awkwardly returned the embrace, and began rubbing comforting circles into your back. "It hurts to think about it, b-because," you sniffed, "then it gets me thinking, that- that maybe I'm n-not pretty enough. M-maybe I'm just a-an ugly, selfish little girl, a-and-"
"(y/n)."
Your name from his lips stopped you from saying anything else. "(y/n), Tony's-" He stopped himself, before sighing. You looked up at him, and (e/c) clashed with caring - and slightly angered - blue. "You're not pretty- you're beautiful, so much more beautiful than you know, and Tony would have to be blind not to see it. He's unbelievably stupid to even glance at another woman, when he has you."
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
Your mouth dropped open in surprise, and heat rushed to your cheeks.
Does that mean he thinks I'm... Beautiful...?
Steve seemed to realise what he'd said the same time you did, and was currently flushing scarlet, making sure to look everywhere but your eyes. He gingerly lifted you off of his lap and placed you back on the couch, and lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I... I meant what I said. Every word." Finally, he met your gaze with his own, before standing. "I'm going to go talk to Stark, and politely tell him to stop being a-"
"Please don't!" You blurted and stood, causing him to stop his speech and watch you in silence. You swallowed hard. "Please... Please don't say anything to Tony. It- It was just me being a big baby." You put on a false smile. "Really, it's perfectly fine. I just needed someone to rant to for a little bit."
Steve raised his arm, looking like he was going to place his hand on your cheek, before he stopped himself and instead placed it on your shoulder. He examined your features closely. "Are you sure?"
You smiled gently and gave him a quick nod. Sighing, he turned to leave.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You come anytime you want, yeah
You followed after him quickly. "Where are you going? You can stay a while longer, you know."
He stopped to turn around and look you in the eye. His face remained expressionless, but his blue eyes swirled with sadness, and disappointment. "No," he murmured softly, as if you would flee if he spoke to loudly. "I can't."
Your heart clenched painfully for a reason unknown to you, and you pursed your lips, taking a step away from him. "Alright," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, "come on. I'll walk you to the door."
Once the door had shut behind the man, you sprinted to the closest window to watch, hidden by the curtains. He stood in front of the door for a few moments, before sighing heavily and banging his head softly against it a few times, so as not to make any noise. His eyes were shut, and his jaw was clenched as he hit his forehead against the wood, before stopping and stepping back, running his fingers through his hair.
You swallowed hard as he walked away, unable to place the heavy feeling in your heart.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Your heart thudded in your chest as you stood in front of Stark Tower. You were nervously clasping and unclasping your hands together, before you finally settled on crossing them over your chest.
Thoughts of today had spun around and around in your mind last night, and when you eventually fell asleep, it was restless. It left you with a minimal amount of energy and a feeling of dread that you couldn't shake, no matter what you did.
You had come at a time in the morning when you knew your boyfriend would still be sleeping. You hadn't told him you were going to be here, of course. No, it would be a surprise, so you could see what he was up to when you weren't around.
So you could see if he truly cared for you as much as he said he did.
Just so you could see if he was the man that Nat has told you he was.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside.
When you reached Tony's floor, you didn't allow yourself to feel emotion- Or maybe it was your mind, not allowing you to believe a single thing until you saw your boyfriend's arm wrapped around another woman. So you looked over the heels and trail of clothing leading to Tony's bedroom with nothing but an air of indifference and a feeling of emptiness. You steeled yourself when you finally reached his bedroom.
I know where you hide alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
You swung open the bedroom door with a force you never knew you possessed, startling the two people in the bedroom awake.
What you saw broke your heart.
There was the love of your life, bleary-eyed and dazed, limbs tangled with the blonde woman who lay next to him. She was currently holding the sheets over her naked chest, but not high enough to cover the several love bites that were scattered across the skin of her neck.
Tony stumbled up, pulling on his pants as you turned. "Wait, (y/n), please, I can explain!"
You wiped tears from your eyes as you exited the room. "There's nothing that needs explaining! Go back to bed with the whore! I'm sure she's missing you!"
Tony continued practically chasing you through the tower, and your yelling and screaming pretty much woke up the others who lived there. It was easy for them to assess the situation, and almost as soon as she arrived, Natasha had Tony on his stomach, pinned. She took one glance at your face, and gave you a small smile, before glaring back down at your now ex-boyfriend. "Go, (y/n), before I give in to the urge of killing him." She practically growled, grunting as she struggled to hold the billionaire down.
You looked into Steve's startled blue orbs before you ran from the building.
Yeah
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
You sprinted from the Tower, running as fast and as far away from it as your legs would take you. You managed to reach a fairly empty park, before you collapsed onto a wooden seat, your chest heaving and tears pouring from your eyes. You curled up into a ball, hugging your knees to your chest and sobbing so hard your body shook. You felt stupid, so, so, so stupid. Why did you expect anything less? He was called a playboy for a reason, and you had just learnt that the hard way.
"(y/n)!" Called a panicked voice you recognised. "(y/n), please, tell me where you are! It's Steve!"
You didn't reply. Eventually, though, he picked up the sound of your sobbing, and you could hear his footfalls as he approached. "Oh, (y/n)..."
You felt him sit on the bench beside you, and pull you into his arms. Slowly, you turned in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your head rest on his chest. His hands tightened around you, leaving no space between your two bodies. It was silent, save for the sound of your sobbing, but no words needed to be spoken. He rubbed gentle circles on your back, just as he had done the night before, and rested his chin on your head. He closed his eyes, gently rocking you from side to side as you let out all yours tears, and continuing to do so until they were nothing but small sniffles every once in a while.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Taking a deep breath, you gently pulled your face away from Steve's chest, and settled your gaze on his face. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and passionate blue connected with unreadable (e/c). He lifted a hand from your back and pressed it against your cheek, tracing his thumb just under your eye. Hesitantly, you leaned into his palm, causing a small smile to change his features.
"Why didn't you tell me he was cheating on me? You must've known."
Steve looked away. "Natasha told me not to. She knew how much you loved him. It would've broken you." He gazed into your eyes again. "I almost told you last night, but with how upset you already were..." He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours. "I couldn't break your heart like that. I couldn't break my heart like that."
He swallowed hard when you made a small noise of confusion.
"I know it's a horrible time to say it, but..." He pulled his face away from yours and looked into the distance. "(y/n), I've loved you for... For a while now. I fell in love with all the different ways you smiled, and the way your eyes lit up when you were excited or curious, the way you blushed when you were embarrassed, the sound of your voice, your laugh..." He looked into your eyes again.
"I fell in love with the girl who was always happy, and cheerful, and never failed to brighten the room, and I felt jealous of the man who could make her act that way. I felt devastated for the girl who lay crying in my arms, and the need to get rid of the thing that made her shed so many tears." He gently ran his fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) (h/t) hair. "And I felt willing to act on her every wish, if it meant I could get her to feel the same."
You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.
"But you don't need to do anything now." He murmured. "I've waited to hold you like this until now, so I think I can wait a little longer until you're ready to love me back."
You gave him a broken smile. "I'm gonna hold you to that."
Yeah, yeah
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye