Marvel Oneshots

Proposal (Steve Rogers)

Y/N could hardly contain her excitement as she prepared for the evening. She and Steve had planned a simple date night—a cozy dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant followed by a walk through Central Park. On the surface, it seemed like any other evening, but Y/N could feel a spark in the air, an electricity that suggested something special was in the works. Little did she know, Steve had something extraordinary planned.

As she slipped into a casual yet stylish dress, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her reflection beaming back with an infectious smile. Her heart fluttered at the thought of spending time with Steve, the man who made her feel cherished every day. She finished getting ready and grabbed her coat, her anticipation bubbling over as she headed out.

Meanwhile, at a small table in the restaurant, Steve sat fidgeting with a small velvet box tucked away in his pocket. The warmth of the candlelight illuminated his rugged features, but the glimmer of nerves danced in his eyes. He had envisioned this moment so perfectly in his mind—a beautiful, heartfelt proposal. But the reality of the moment was starting to feel overwhelming.

As Y/N arrived at the restaurant, she was greeted by the familiar aroma of garlic and fresh basil. Spotting Steve, her heart swelled at the sight of him, his blue eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Hey, you look amazing," he said, rising to pull her into a warm embrace.

"Thanks! You're not looking too bad yourself, Captain," she teased, playfully nudging him as they sat down.

Dinner started off smoothly, with Y/N sharing stories about her day and Steve listening intently, but beneath his charming smile, he was battling a storm of nerves. With every laugh, every flicker of her eyes, he reminded himself that he was about to ask the most important question of his life.

"Y/N, there's something I wanted to—" he began, but his voice faltered as the waiter arrived to take their orders, interrupting the moment.

"Good evening! Can I start you off with some drinks?" the waiter asked, oblivious to the tension in the air.

"Uh, sure! I'll have a glass of red," Y/N replied, flashing her warm smile.

"Same for me," Steve added quickly, grateful for the distraction. The waiter nodded and disappeared, leaving Steve to mentally prepare himself once more.

When their food arrived, Steve couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension. He glanced around the restaurant, noting the couple at the next table sharing a loving moment and the group of friends celebrating a birthday. He had wanted their moment to be perfect, but he couldn't shake the nerves knotting in his stomach.

"Everything okay?" Y/N asked, noticing the distant look in his eyes.

"Yeah, just... enjoying the food," he lied, forcing a smile. "It's really good."

They continued to chat, and as the evening wore on, Steve's nerves only intensified. He couldn't focus on anything but the box in his pocket. After they finished their meals, Y/N suggested they take a stroll through the nearby park.

"Perfect idea," he said, relief washing over him. Maybe a change of scenery would help him gather his thoughts.

As they strolled through the park, the golden glow of the streetlights illuminated the path, and the soft sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze created a calming atmosphere. Steve felt the moment approaching, but as they stopped to admire the stars above, he found his mind racing.

"Y/N, I—" he started again, but this time, he could see a group of children playing nearby, laughing and chasing each other. The joy in the air was palpable, but it only made him feel more anxious.

"Steve, you seem really distracted tonight. What's going on?" Y/N asked, tilting her head, concern etched on her face.

"Nothing! Just... I've been thinking," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "About us."