A Steve Rogers Imagine:
You’re walking down the hall of the new avengers building to meet Steve with lunch for you both. Things have been a bit tense between you since you were forced to marry/ mate with Steve under distressing circumstances. Would you have died if you didn’t, you would never know now but who would mess with a witches mumblings, right?!
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear someone running from around the corner yelling your name.
“Steve! What is going…” you were cut off by the compounds security system going off.
Steve reached you and started leading you to the closest room. Shutting the door behind you, you hear it lock.
Highly confused and unsure of what is going on you finally look up at Steve with your hand on his chest.
“Steve, what on earth is…” you immediately go quiet when you get a good look at Steve. Frowning your brows, noticing Steve’s hair is shorter than when he left this morning, his face is smooth, eyes wild and he’s wearing his stealth suit. Which makes your stomach drop because he hasn’t worn it in years considering he’s been “retired” for a while now.
Pulling back enough to stare Steve directly in the eyes, taking a shaky breath you barely get out
“You’re not Steve.”
