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Steve x Reader ~ Can't Let Her Go

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                                          Steve x Reader ~ Can’t Let Her Go ~ One-Shot

    Steve looked dejectedly into his mug. Black coffee, just like he always drank it. He sighed again; he just couldn't enjoy himself anymore at what used to be his favorite café in the city. Not since she'd left.

    Things weren’t going much better for you on your train ride to your new home in Chicago. You still had one of Steve’s hoodies, and made the mistake of wearing it on your journey. It was huge, comfy, and smelled just like him. You could feel yourself tearing up, thinking back to the “breakup” a couple days ago.

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    Right after getting the call from the newspaper agency, your high from getting the job started to diminish. You were a budding journalist, and the Chicago Tribune snapped you up after reading your sample articles you’d sent in for the equivalent of your interview. You lived in New York at the time, and while investigating some leads for an article, somehow ran into Captain America. He was your big break. You met him for coffee for weeks, learning more and more about how he was adjusting to daily life in the new millennia, and personal things, too. Each coffee interview grew longer and longer, until Steve finally admitted to himself he’d fallen for you, and asked you on a proper date. Something between you and the Star Spangled man clicked, and you couldn’t spend enough time with him. When you found about the Chicago Tribune possibility, you didn’t tell Steve, since you knew he could never come with you. Back then, you hadn’t really thought about actually getting the job, and submitted your samples on a whim. Now this job was becoming a reality, and you didn’t know how to break it to Steve, or your already breaking heart. After countless nights losing sleep over the task of telling him, you decided on your plan of action.


    “Today’s the day,” you thought, “It’s now or never.” Doubts circling through your head, you put on a coat and scarf over your favorite blue dress and began walking to Steve’s apartment. You hadn’t planned anything with him for today, but you knew he didn’t have plans thanks to Tony and a couple of his other close friends. You also knew he was always awake and ready for the day by 6:30, so there wouldn’t be an issue of getting him up and dressed. As you approached his building, you saw him come out of the building and hail a cab. Instead of rushing after him, you decided to see how this turned out.

    “Taxi!” you yelled, as Steve’s yellow cab pulled away. “Could you just follow that cab right in front of us?” You asked, a little shyly. Following your boyfriend around sneakily wasn’t something you did on a normal basis.

   With an eyebrow raised, the cabbie responded with a skeptical, “Sure thing…” as he pulled away from the curb.

    Looking out the window, you eyed the passing stores. There went your favorite boutique, that café with the delicious pastries Steve loved, and the garden Steve first asked you out in. Everywhere you looked, you thought of Steve. Your thoughts drifted to him, forgetting about the bustling city.

    “Hey! A guy just got out of the cab, miss,” The cabbie snapped his fingers, jolting you out of your daze.

    Pulling out the fare and a nice tip for the man, you handed over the cash with a flustered, “Thanks!”

    Stepping out of the cab, you reoriented yourself. You stood in front of Tiffany’s, your favorite jewelry store. “Why would Steve be here?” you wondered, a perplexed look on your face. Your birthday wasn’t coming up, your 6 month anniversary was a few weeks ago; no other important dates were coming to your mind. You decided to walk inside to do a little more spying. You smiled at the sales people with a finger on your lips, and crept around the counter, noticing Steve near the back. You looked at the sign above the case, and your heart rate shot up after reading its contents.

    It read, “Engagement Rings.” Steve was going to propose to you, and you were about to move almost 800 miles away. A choked sob escaped your mouth, and Steve turned around suddenly. His eyes widened and he seemed to be searching for some excuse as to why he was there, coincidentally looking at wedding rings.

    “(Y-Your Name)! What are you doing here?!?” he asked, giving up any attempt at acting nonchalant.

    “I, um, I… I just, I’M MOVING, OK?” you managed to get out through your sobs.

    Steve’s face went white, and if you were seeing correctly, he started to tear up as well. He pulled you into his chest and petted your hair while you cried, trying to calm you down. After a few minutes, he held you out at arm’s length with sorrow written on his face.

    “How about we walk down to that bakery we both love and talk this out, ok?” He asked in a soft voice, obviously wanting to explain things without all of the store’s customers listening in.

    Sniffling a bit, you nodded your head. Steve gently took your hand, and walked you the two blocks to the café. As he held the door open for you, the usually pleasant smells of the goodies inside began to make you feel nauseous. Steve walked over towards a corner table near the window; he knew you always loved to people watch. After ordering himself a coffee and you an Earl Grey tea, your favorite whenever you were upset, he settled in for some answers.

    “So, where exactly are you moving to?” he asked hesitantly, not wanting to talk about the inevitable coming action.

    Taking a deep breath, you prepared to explain your situation. “Well, about a month ago, I sent in a couple of my better articles to the Chicago Tribune. They were having open applications, so I thought I’d try my luck. They were only going to take 3 people anyways, so I didn’t think much of it.” You paused for a second, looking at Steve’s slightly hurt expression.

    He took this as an opportunity to voice his concerns. “And you didn’t think I’d want to know about this great opportunity you were moving towards? Did you think I’d be mad? I can tell you now, there’s no way I could ever be mad at-“

    “No! No. It’s not that. I didn’t tell you because; well, because I didn’t want to think about leaving you…” You said quietly, another tear rolling down your cheek.

    Steve reached over and lifted up your chin so he could look you in the eyes. He gingerly wiped away the tear from your cheek. “(Your Name)… I,” he didn’t finish that thought, as he leaned in and brought his lips to yours.

    Like his other kisses, this one was sweet and soft, not pushy or demanding. But mixed in with all his shyness and love, there was something new this time. Desperation. The one woman who brought him out of his self-centered worries and into a world of bright and beautiful things, was now leaving him. His plans of a future were gone, and he put all these feelings into that kiss. When he finally pulled away, you were both teary eyed. You didn’t want the last few days with him to be this way. But you had no choice, you had to be in Chicago in a week. Pulling away from Steve, you gave him one last look before whispering, “Goodbye,” and walking out of the café.

    You didn’t let yourself look back. You couldn’t. You could barely see the street through your tears anyway. But if you had looked back, you would’ve seen a different man in that café, one void of happiness and any drive for life. He paid for the drinks you’d had, and numbly walked back to his apartment in the post snow slush. And so began his new life without you, and yours without him.

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    Your train was reaching the station for the airport. You gathered up your things, pulling yourself together. Memories of him were brought up by everything, and knowing you’d see him on the news sometime soon for some heroic action already made you feel the need to eat a few tubs of ice cream. You missed him, and it’d only been four days since the breakup. You got off the train and sat down on a bench. Crying for a few minutes, you tried to forget about your emotions for a while. He was gone forever; you just had to accept that.

    Steve’s mug, now empty of coffee, sat forgotten on the counter as he sprinted for the subway. He couldn’t live without you anymore. You held him together, and without you, he wasn’t sure what to do. The past four days had been torture for him. He saw you in everything, from the commercials on TV to the cupcakes in the shop windows. Everywhere he looked he thought of you. He even caught himself looking at a flower stand yesterday, only to remember you wouldn’t be there for him to give you the bouquet of (favorite flowers). He had to find you. He had to hold you in his arms again, and tell you how much he loved you, even if it would be only one more time. He bought his train ticket, and ran onto the platform, anxiously waiting through the ride.

    You stayed on your bench; you’d already missed your flight anyways. What was the point to anything anymore? You’d never find another guy who could make you as happy as Steve. His spur of the moment smiles and dates, his random gifts and adorable quirks. You missed him too much for words. As the next train pulled up to the platform, you started crying even harder. You thought you heard him calling out to you from across the crowd, but dismissed it in your sorrows. You wanted to drift away.

    “Is that her?” Steve frantically thought. He noticed you crying on a bench with all of your things, and started shoving through the crowd, forgetting all human decency he usually upheld. “(YOUR NAME)!” He yelled. You didn’t move. He ran even faster towards you, growing more upset as he saw your cheeks stained with tears.

    “(Your Name), it’s ok, I’m here now,” Steve delicately said as he hugged you tightly.

    Shocked, you stuttered, “S-Steve? What the heck are you doing here?”

    “I couldn’t do it without you, (Your Name).” He said, his voice filled with emotion.

    “Do what?” you asked, confused.

    “Live,” he whispered, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I love you so much (Your Name). I just can’t function without you there beside me. If I have to, I’ll move to Chicago with you. I just, I can’t live without you.”

    Your tears stopped as you heard these words from Steve. Captain America, super soldier, needed you in his life. You looked up at him in awe, only to see him getting closer and closer to you. You closed your eyes as his lips touched yours again, full of pure love and longing.

   “I love you too Steve.” You said contentedly. You knew things were going to be alright for the both of you. He’d found the one girl he just couldn’t let go.
This is a one-shot that happened yesterday when I was supposed to be doing English annotations... Sweating a little... I hope you guys like it! I know this won't make up for being so behind on my other fic, but hopefully you still enjoyed it. Heart 

I was listening to the song "Let Her Go" when this idea popped into my head. Here's a link to the song if you want to listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBumgq…

Steve belongs to Marvel. I only own the idea! Captain America emote static 
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