MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Steve Rogers X Reader - Wrecking Ball

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Wrecking Ball' by Miley Cyrus. For this one, the reader sides with Tony and signs the accords. I hope you all enjoy it.

You felt physically sick as you followed Tony into the airport. If it wasn't for the circumstances, it would have been a lovely trip. Seeing Berlin in the sunshine would have been amazing, but knowing what was about to happen was enough to dampen that excitement pretty quickly. 

It wasn't until you actually set eyes on Steve that the fear kicked in. After today, nothing would ever be the same again. Your team would be permanently divided; your family for the last 5 years destroyed from the inside out. 

You were so in your own head that you could hardly hear the conversation going on between the two teams. But in that moment, you weren't so sure that it mattered. All you wanted was to turn back the clock and stop this day from ever coming. 

A hand patting your shoulder drew you out of your own head, and you quickly glanced over at Nat, forcing a small smile. "Get ready," she uttered, squeezing gently before releasing you.

God. How were you ever supposed to be ready for this? How could you be expected to fight against your friends? Your family? Your boyfriend? Fuck. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your breathing shaky. 

And then the world was turning itself on its head as everyone rushed together. You stayed, fixed on the spot, for just a moment, watching as they began to collide with one another. And then you were moving, as if your instincts had suddenly kicked in, headed into battle so fast that you weren't quite sure who you were aiming for. 

You spotted the shock arrow heading for you long before it could strike you, catching it midair, and flinging it to the floor, coming to a sudden stop and turning to face Clint with raised eyebrows. "What the fuck, man?" you cried out. He quickly loosed another arrow, watching as you smacked it out of the air. "Dude," you yelped again. 

"Don't take it personally," he called out to you, drawing back the bow again. 

You scrunched up your face in frustration, moving in his direction as quickly as you could manage. "Don't take it personally? You're trying to shoot me," you growled, dodging another arrow and getting close enough to sweep his legs out from under him. "Not cool," you added as you pinned him to the ground. You were just about to confiscate his arrows, when a hand grabbed your arm, yanking you off balance and causing you to stumble off of Clint.  

As you dug your fingers into his hands, you quickly realised who was holding you, struggling in his grasp until he finally released you. You quickly shifted into a defensive stance, knowing full well that you would never be able to hold off an attack from him. 

"I'm not going to fight you," he bit out, his face looking so disgusted that it made you feel a little sick. Up until very recently, you had been the perfect couple. God, you'd never even had a real argument before, and now you were on opposite sides in a war. 

You stayed as still as you could manage, hidden in the shadows of a plane and hoping that no one would stray too close to the two of you. "Tony says that after this you'll be a criminal," you uttered, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you tried to calm your racing heart. 

"You really want to talk about what Tony says right now? 

You shook your head. By now, your mouth was completely dry and your hands were clammy. You sniffled slightly, your lips quivering as you searched for anything else to say. "Jesus, Steve, I don't know what I want to talk about," you cried out, shaking your head. 

His face seemed to soften slightly at your expression. You looked as though you were in completely agony, so close to falling apart that he could see the visible crack forming on your surface. 

"What are you supposed to say when everyone you've ever cared about are in the middle of trying to kill each other? Nice weather we're having today? Going somewhere nice on that plane of yours? There is nothing left to say," you bit out, your voice pitchy and odd as the emotions finally began to bubble over, tears forming in your eyes.

Steve took a step closer to you, and your entire body stiffened, shifting further from him. "It'll be okay, Princess-"

"No, it won't." He looked a little shocked by your interruption, his mouth hanging open as you stared him down. "You're going to be a wanted criminal across the globe. Do you not understand what that means?" You both fell silent for a moment, the noises of the battle going on just out of eyesight suddenly sounding so much louder to you. "You'll have two options: go off the radar and live your life on the run; or, go to prison. Nothing will ever be okay again." You took in a shaking breath, lifting your hand to your head as you attempted to calm yourself down. "You might be able to live like that, but I can't." 

"What are you saying?" 

There it was again. That sick feeling that made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. "I will always love you, Stevie, but-"

"Don't-" he started softly, shaking his head at you.

"But I can't-"

"Please don't do this. Don't walk away from me like this," he interrupted, his forehead tight as he reached out for you, only for you to step away from him again. 

"I'm not the one who chose to walk away from their old life, Steve. That was you." You sniffled, attempt to compose yourself. "I should get back out there, or Tony'll never stop asking where I've been," you murmured, forcing a watery smile onto your lips. You reached out, taking Steve's hand in yours and giving it a quick squeeze. "Good luck." 

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