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  “(Name), I’ve been where you are before. Please don’t think I haven’t, because I have. I know what it’s like to lose a friend. You know what I went through with Bucky.” Steve spoke in a calm manner, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You sniffled, wiping your tears away with a soft tissue. You had just lost one of your friends in an extremely horrific accident, and it was heavily traumatizing for you. Steve was trying to calm you down, but you had been crying all day, your stomach was starting to get upset, and you were seconds away from passing out. You couldn’t take the pain anymore, it was too

You were absolutely amazed with pregnancy. You had heard all the different stories relating to it, but none of them correlated to your experience. With every pregnant woman around you saying that it was the worst and that it was so uncomfortable, you thought you were one in a million, because you loved being pregnant. It made you giddy every time you used your protruding stomach to support the bowl of cereal you grasped, or when you would trace the round figure of your bump with your fingertips. Every move your baby made almost brought tears to your eyes and caused you to lift your watery eyes to your husband, Steve and offer a sugary-sweet

The 31st of October: the day the dead allegedly roamed the lands of the living. As a psychiatrist, you had heard numerous of stories of different people claiming the dead do return on all hallows eve. Today – the day of Halloween – had been no different.    You smiled encouragingly as you said goodbye to one of your patients, closing the door to your office quickly before you took in a deep breath. You loved your job, but on days like this, even you felt the heavy burden of all the lies and half-truths your patients believed in. You made your way towards the little kitchen inside your office and poured yourself a cup of tea.  

You've worked hard to be where you are now, having gone through several obstacles to stand before the row of men. Unlike your partner, you were more relaxed as you analyzed the group. Your thoughts drift back to earlier conversations about what was expected of you; "Stand tall. Be firm. No flirting.". You refrain from scoffing as your gaze continues down the line. "Gentlemen," Peggy clears her throat, "I'm Agent Carter and this-" she gestures to you- "is Agent [Last Name]. We supervise all operations of this division." "Two of you for one job?" Your focus snaps to the man who spoke out. His lips are tugged in an amused smirk, daring you to

Chapter 2: The coffee-contraption The ride to Steve’s new apartment was a more or less peaceful one, Steve had nearly jumped out of his seat a few times as (y/n) had joined the choir of honking cars all around them to try to convince the car in front of them to move, traffic hadn’t been this crazy in the 40s.   After trying to ignore the world outside of the car window for a while, Steve’s curiosity got the best of him and he started observing the world around him, from inside a car he could at least observe without having to be a part of it yet. One of the first things he noticed was that people wore far more colorful clot

Chapter 1: Phones with maps Steve followed the agent out of the office, closing the door behind them. They stood there silently for a moment, while Steve wondered if he should say something now, he had never been good around women and his choice of words was probably 70 years outdated.   But (y/n) broke the silence, saving him the trouble of having to do so, “So I can imagine that you’d want to see your new place now?” She asked him, searching his face for a reaction. Steve sighed and nodded, he really did want to go home, retreat and gather his thoughts, even if he didn’t have a home anymore. “So? What’s

‘You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years.’ These words kept echoing through Steve’s head ever since he had first heard them an hour ago.   As he heard the words, his first thought had been that the one-eyed man was lying to him, even if that had to be the stupidest lie ever told, but when he looked around again he had started to wonder. He knew he was in New York, on Times Square to be precise, but it looked nothing like he remembered… “I’ll explain what happened to you, but maybe this isn’t the best place for such a conversation.” The one-eyed man spoke, breaking Steve out of

It wasn't supposed to be this way. It shouldn't have reached this point. Your staff dripped like the blue ink of your favorite ballpoint pen had just exploded against the ground. Sweat slid down the sides of your face as your arms kept moving you towards the tree line. "Vision needs backup!" a voice yelled in your ear. A new surge of energy burst through your veins as a searing pain spread through your shoulder before you thrust your staff into the monster attached to your back. "I'll make my way when I can!" you responded in a pant. You hoped you would make it. You had to make it. You promised. ~Flashback~ "Promise me, _____." Steve dem

Steve Rogers – Common Names Soulmate AU: Everyone is born with their soulmate’s name tattooed on their body. A/N: I for whatever reason didn’t save the name of the person who requested Steve for this prompt so I’m sorry I couldn’t tag or notify you! I hope you like it anyway! Steven. How the hell were you supposed to find your soulmate when he had a name like Steven? You didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of Stevens you’d met in your life, but you knew it hadn’t been any of them. None of them had a (y/n) tattoo anywhere on their bodies. Now you had to find another Steven and hope t