Multifandom Imagines

WRITING TO NO ONE (Steve Rogers x reader)

There were so many words racing through your head. The piece of paper and pen laying against the table untouched. Your eyes tracing the splotches where your tears have patterned the page. There was so much to say and yet you had written nothing. Write. It was all you needed to do. You needed to let it out, to tell him how awful life has been since he left you all. You wrap your fingers around the pen and pop the cap off. It bounces before landing just across the table. You're hesitant. But you start.

Dear Steve.

It's been a few months since we last saw you. By 'we' I mean Bucky, Sam and I. We were all doing okay I guess...Bucky had been going to therapy. He's been trying to make amends, it's a struggle but I think it's helping. His therapist is nice too, she doesn't take his crap. He always complains about the notebook thing she does, no clue what that is though...

Sam's been using his time wisely. He was helping his sister and spending time with his nephews (they've grown up so much). He's been helping catch bad guys again too. He got shot at last week, did you know? Could've killed him myself. He's lucky red wing is the only thing that got damaged.

I've been coping. As much as I can anyway. I bought a plant. A cactus. Did you know a cactus can die? Because they can. I killed a freaking cactus, Steve. And I know what you're going to say! You're gonna say not to get upset about it because it's a part of nature. Was you leaving a part of nature?

Sorry.

I miss you. We all do.

There's a new 'Captain America'. His name is John Walker, I think. He's got a ton of experience in the armed forces but he's still a tool. He doesn't care about the people, it's all for the public eye. He did an interview on Good Morning America or something and he said you were, and I quote, "like a brother" LIKE A BROTHER?! THE GUY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

OH! He keeps calling Bucky, Bucky. Like...no...stop it. He also pulled him out of therapy, like who is he to make that decision? We were all doing fine until he came. It's as if he's trying to be you. I can't deal with it Steve. They're trying to replace you and it hurts. There are more super-soldiers out there that's why they've brought him out. He's the government's big plan to stop everyone feeling like shit. I mean come on, this dude didn't even think super soldiers really existed until he got his ass handed to him by one.

I wish you were still here but I get it, it was finally your turn to be selfish. But what I can't wrap my around is why. You buried her. She was happy, she told you that herself. We could've made you happy here...

Sorry for my language through this.

I'll see you later pal,

y/n.

P.S. BUCKY BROKE ZEMO OUT OF PRISON AND NOW WE'RE WORKING WITH HIM BUT DON'T WORRY I SMACKED HIM BECAUSE HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL. HE WASN'T LYING BUT STILL, HE'S AN ASSHAT.

LOVE YOU CAPTAIN.

A breathy laugh escaped as you finished writing, setting the pen down and clasping your hands together. You picked up the paper and read over it as you walked across the room, your body heating up as you near the fireplace. The crackling masking the sound of the crumpling paper in your hand. You tossed the letter into the flames and watched it wither away.

You traced over the photo above the fireplace of the four of you, you were on Bucky's back while Steve had his arm wrapped around Sam's shoulders. You were all happy, smiling at the camera. You had all just finished training that day and were about to go out for the night. It was the happiest you'd been in a long time. If only you could be as happy without him here.