MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Steve Rogers X Reader - Should've Said No

A/N - This chapter is sort of based on the song 'Should've Said No' by Taylor Swift, but also, sort of not. This one is set during Civil War. I hope you all enjoy it.

The back seat of the car was so cramped that you could barely move, your knees knocking against the back of Steve's seat as you shuffled to get more comfortable. Even the atmosphere in the car was awkward, silence stretching out between the four of you as you attempted to remain unrecognisable to the public. 

In all honesty, the lack of conversation between you and Steve was nothing new. Ever since you had made the stupid decision to confess your feelings for him, and then let him lead you into his bed things had been awkward. And now, it had been three days, and he could barely stand to look at you, let alone speak to you. 

It would have been fine if you had been in a car full of chatterboxes. But, of course, Bucky wasn't exactly the chatty type, avoiding conversation wherever he could. And all Sam was good for was a snarky comment every few miles. So you'd settled for staring out of the window as your anxiety bubbled up in your stomach, praying for even a moment alone with Steve where you could talk about what had happened between you. 

You'd managed to let yourself drift into sleep after a little while, the thrum of the cars engine dragging you under for just a moment, and then it had shut off, and you'd come too, all groggy and a little confused. 

"Why're we stopping?" you mumbled as the door clanged shut, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you straightened up in your seat. 

Sam nodded forward, and your eyes quickly found Steve and Sharon, standing at the back of another car. 

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky grumbled, and for a second, your attention strayed back into the car. 

"No." 

You let out a snort of laughter, but it was quickly cut off as your eyes shifted back to Steve. The way he was looking at Sharon was enough to make your stomach turn, and then he was leaning in and kissing her, and you thought you may actually throw up. "Jesus," you bit out, tearing your eyes away and staring out of the side window. 

You took in a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself. It was successful on the outside. Sure, you looked a little grossed out by such a public display of affection, but there was no pain on your features, no anger. In your head, however, you were screaming. Only three days before, You had confessed to loving Steve and you'd slept together, and now, here he was kissing another woman right in front of you. 

You were so caught upon trying to keep your cool, that you didn't even see Steve walking back towards the car, or the smug smiles on the other two men's faces. It wasn't until the car door opened that you startled back into reality, a deep frown pulling at your lips. 

The car rocked slightly as Steve slumped down, shoving the suits over his shoulder to you and Bucky. And then, without a word, he was turning the key in the ignition, and pulling back out onto the road. 

When you'd reached the motel that night, you'd been about ready to burst. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and cry yourself to sleep, and as soon as the car had pulled to a stop, you'd shoved your way through the door and onto the street, releasing a deep breath you'd been holding for what felt like hours. 

"You good?" You glanced back, forcing a smile onto your lips when you found Bucky watching you across the top of the car. You quickly nodded before marching towards the reception to book your rooms for the night. "Does Y/N seem okay to you guys?" he finally uttered, once he was sure you were far enough out of earshot. 

"She'll be fine," Steve quickly answered, giving a sharp shrug as he moved to the back of the car and opened the trunk. "Probably just needs some sleep," he added.