Soulmates - Steve Rogers x reader

Maybe I was wrong

Steve was in the kitchen making breakfast for the team his knuckles were red from using the punching bag last night and all he could think about was you and Loki. He had seen you that night laughing and joking with him whispering secrets into his ear. At one stage you had even let him embrace you in a hug letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you close. He had seen how you two easily had a connection you two were perfect for each other Loki was the good of mischief and chaos followed everywhere you went. He heard you walk into the kitchen and heard the moan you let out when you smelt the food. "That looks good Steve" you said trying to start a conversation "oh now you want to talk to me". 

Instead of enjoying the aroma of croissants, toast, hash browns and all the other confectionaries you could possibly imagine for breakfast on a Sunday morning you were arguing with Steve. "I was just trying to be civil" Steve bent the spoon he was holding and snapped his head to look at you. "I don't even know why I try" he grunted out serving the food he made onto plates. "Then stop" Steve's heart shattered in two each hurtful word you spat at him broke him even more, he had a soulmate who didn't even love him. The rest of the avengers sat down at the dining table some of the most delicious food sat in front of them but they ignored it more interested in the tension between you and Steve. You sat down at the table ignoring him and started to eat, you heard a chair scrape against the floor looking up you saw him sitting opposite you glaring. You ignored it you were a villain you were used to people hating  you. When you finished your meal you excused yourself from the table and headed to your room.

Sam was the first to speak up "what was that" Steve let out a long sigh "nothing". Nat raised an eyebrow "that didn't look like nothing". Steve slammed his hands on the table and left for the gym. He was beating himself up about your argument in the kitchen. It was his fault really, he had snapped at you when you were only trying to be nice. When he got to the gym he saw you letting your anger out on a punching bag. He was hypnotised by you the way you moved and how with each punch your muscles tensed and your face was full of emotion. Your emotions were not easily hidden on your innocent face. Your pain was evident in the crease of your lovely brow and the down-curve of your full lips. But your eyes, your eyes showed your soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As Steve looked into her eyes he knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned your eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them he read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful.

"I'm sorry" he whispered looking to the ground in shame. "Don't" you spat out "I don't need your pity" Steve stayed silent after that, your jaw was clenched tight and their was a fire in your eyes. You let out groan trying to get your frustration out on the punching bag "this day sucks" you whined out. Steve made his way to you handing you a bottle of water "want to talk about it" you laughed at him "no, I just want to sleep and never wake up but I guess I can't do that because I haven't finished unpacking yet" "I could help you" "what" you said turning to Steve. "I could help you ....that is if you want me too" you glanced at Steve walking away from the punching bag and thinking about your options. You could either spend the whole night unpacking your stuff and putting furniture together or you could let him help you and get it done in half the time. "Fine you can help, but this doesn't mean we're friends" Steve felt his face burst out into a smile and his heart beat faster "you won't regret this" you let out a groan "I already do".

You finally got to your room and let Steve in his eyes drifted to the empty walls and stacked boxes in the corner that held most of your stuff. You felt weird letting Steve into your bedroom this was the place you felt most comfortable, and could show your personality. This was the place you could truly be yourself where you weren't an avenger or a villain or hell even an anti villain. You saw Steve pick up a picture frame and smile at it. You were with a couple of your friends at a cafe smiling and laughing. Steve had never seen you this happy you snatched the picture from his hand and held it close to your chest "sorry" he said you waved him off and pointed to the desk in the room "could you move that over their for me" you said pointing to a wall near the window he nodded and started moving your furniture around. You grabbed the first box and started unpacking.  This was the place you came home to, and we're you woke up every day. This room was your space and made you feel comfortable it was a little crazy, but it was yours. Your room is the only place in the house where You can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that you can go to clear your mind.

Steve was moving your furniture around when he heard a soft meow and something rubbing against his leg he looked down and saw a tiny kitten "who's this" he said picking up your cat and started to pet her. You could hear your cat purring and couldn't help but smile "mischief" Steve looked down at your cat and knew this was his way to start up a conversation with you "why did you call him mischief" you smiled "I found her on the street she was alone and weak and I couldn't help but to take her with me" you smiled fondly at the memory "but when I took her home I realised she was a lot more troublesome then I first thought so I called her mischief". Steve smiled and kept asking you questions the conversation then drifted to him and his time in the war you had finished unpacking hours ago but didn't want to part from each other. "I guess I should leave" Steve said looking at the time. It was just after one but you didn't want him to go he hesitated looking at you wondering if you'd say anything. This was your chance to ask him to stay "yeah your right it is late" Steve smiled but it didn't reach his eyes he walked out the door and you said your goodbyes before kissing him on the cheek. He was about to say something when you shushed him "it doesn't mean anything" he nodded but couldn't knock the smile off his face. When he finally left, you shut the door and pressed your forehead against it. Questioning yourself, you didn't want a soulmate you hated the idea of it but then you thought of Steve, it wouldn't be so bad if he was your soulmate right? You shook your head you didn't want a soulmate especially with a hero. You needed to get out of this tower you needed to go back to your old life as a villain. Otherwise you might start falling in love.