MARVEL IMAGINES

STEVE ROGERS || For Freedom

"So you're telling me..." you hesitate, swallowing thickly, "that you're going to wAR?"
Steve nodded, a smile etching at his lips. He was so excited, and it made your heart sink. "Steve."

"Yes?"

"You're going to war?"

"That's what I just said, yes."

Your felt your heart twist itself into a knot, causing a big pain in your chest. "No." You stated, crossing your arms. "You're not going."
Steve's smile dropped as confusion washed over him. His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up at you like just said the most complicated thing in the world.

"E-ex-cuse me?"

"You're not going to war," you elaborated, defiance clear in your voice, "people go to war and die. You c-"

"Y/N stop. I need t-"

"DON'T cut me off, Steve." You snapped. "You can barley run 100 yards without going into a close asthma attack. You can only just bench press 30 lbs. How are you going to manage to run hundreds upon hundreds of yards with an extremely heavy pack on your body?" You we're persistent, not allowing him to say anything until the end. There was no way you were going to allow Steve Rogers to go to war. He was small. Too small to handle the war.

"Please, Y/N. You have no idea how much this matters to me. You let Bucky go-"

"Bucky was drafted, Steve. He also doesn't have enough health issues to bring down an airplane. He has perfect fitness. He did wrestling in school. He's going to be okay."

Steve rubbed his temples, trying to control his breathing. You were getting on his nerves. He had been approved to go... what was the big deal? Can't you just let him do what he wants to do? It's his life to live. He wanted to serve for America, fight the war alongside many other men.

"I just really don't want you to go." You said softly, grabbing one of his hands, "I can't have both you and Buck leave me."

Steve looked up at you with sad eyes. "I know; but I have to. It's for freedom."

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WRITTEN BY ELLE