A/n: Fluff and some mentions of jealousy. First Story with Carol and I love it.Â
Request:Â Can you do a steve x reader? Maybe he thinks you like another avenger and he gets jealous?
There you were.  Beautiful as ever. As you spun around in a circle, laughing as your dress tangled up in the tall grass, Steve couldnât help but feel a pang of jealousy stab itself into his heart. He should be happy for you. Thatâs what friend do right? But you and SteveâŠyou werenât just friends. You were teetering on the edge of friendship and something else.
Your laughter rang out in the air again as Vision lifted you up in the air. The soft wind whipped your pale cream sundress back and forth tangling it around your legs. You were an angel in Steveâs eyes, but now you look as if you had drifted down from the heavens above. Vision let you drop from his arms and you slowly dropped onto the grass, crushing a few flowers as you did.
Steve turned back to his other friends, not wanting to see the two of you. It was already bad enough that you liked Vision, but you were so innocent of how your actions affected Steve. He couldnât get mad at you. You were too nice. So you had slowly crept your way into Steveâs heart, leaving what he thought was pain and frustration in your wake.
As Steve glanced at his teammates, he could tell that for once in their life they were actually at peace. They didnât have to worry about the public eye. They didnât have to worry about HYDRA. They didnât have to worry about Thanos or anything like that. All they had to worry about was what their next meal was going to be or what the group wanted to do.
âCap? You okay there?â Carol asks, lifting up her sunglasses so that she could meet his eyes dead on. Steve gave her a tight lip smile that she could immediately tell that he was definitely not okay.
âGod, guys are really hopeless sometimes,â Carol rolled her eyes. It was something Steve admired about her. She was never afraid to speak her mind about how she felt. She was able to call someone out on what they did wrong without fearing about getting in trouble.
âShe loves you, Steven,â Carol said in a âHow could you not see it earlier?â voice. Steve only shook his head. You didnât like him like that. Maybe you loved him as a little brother. Or an older one, given that he was more than a hundred years old.
âShe does,â Nat chirped. Ever since she had met Steve, Natasha knew that he needed someone that would take of him. Steve had demons, probably too many to count. He needed someone to remind him that he was human. That he wasnât just Captain America, but Steven Grant Rogers.
âHow can you tell? She obviously loves Vision,â Steve responded, waving his hand to where you and Vision were laughing together.
âNot as much as she loves you. Vision is like herâŠhow do I put this?â Natasha began.
âOlder robotic brother,â Brunnhilde suggested, walking over to Carol. She kissed the top of Carolâs head. They had been dating for about three weeks now and everyone seemed to ship them together. They were just two badass women in a cute-ass relationship. Neither Thor nor Fury had ever seen both women so happy. So at peace.
It was exactly what Steve wanted with you. But he knew that it was only a dream. A reality that would never happen in this universe, no matter how much he wished for it to happen.
âRight,â Natasha continued, âRobo older brother. Now you, Steve, youâre different. But sheâs terrified. Not of you, but of the potential for hurt. She thinks she is broken. To be honest, sheâs been through enough shit to feel like that, but that doesnât mean you both donât deserve a happy ending. You and her, you guys deserve the cheesiest, cliche, hallmark style ending. One so stupidly romantic that Disney will make into a movie and make billions off your relationship,â
âBut weâre gonna charge them a royalty every time they sell tickets so that the both you can afford a house here. And youâre going to be so happy that youâll be sick of smiling so much,â Carol added.
âExcept that would never happen,â Brunnhilde chimed in. The three girls nodded in unison. Steve couldnât help but frown a bit. He had been lost in imagining your life together. The sun rays shining on our face as you wake up in the morning. Steve would kiss you good morning, giving you your mug of tea. You would softly beckon him back into bed, trying to get a few extra snuggles in before you had to go and save the world again.
âUnless you grow a pair and ask the girl out,â Natasha argued. Steve sighed leaning back in his chair. It was hopeless. He grabbed his beer bottle, downing the liquid in one gulp and walked to go get some.
Well, he would have, if someone didnât grab his hand. He wouldâve just shaken the hand holding him back off, but, from the way the nerve endings in his hand tingled, he knew it was you.
Steve turned around so that he could face you properly. You stood there, a wildflower crown placed on your head, the petals waving as the wind picked up slightly. You traced the lines in his palm, not knowing where to begin. Steve could feel the nervousness emanate from your body. Steve didnât know why could possibly be nervous.
âCarol and I had a bet. I know what Iâm about to say will probably wreck our relationship forever, but I needed to tell you,â
Steve could feel his heart drop out of his chest. This was it. This was the moment that you were going to confess that you were in love with Vision. This was the moment that Steve was going to lose you forever. But he knew that you needed his reassurance. So pushing all his pain to the side he said,
âHey now Doll, nothing you can say will ever cause us to not be together,â
You looked at Steve, who say as your eyes misted up.
âPromise?â You whispered. He nodded his head.
You took a sharp breathe in, summoning in all your courage.
âI love you. More than a brother. More than a friend. I love you, Steven Grant Rogers,â
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