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“Where the hell have you been?” It’s a simple enough question for the man who had just shown up to your door in a nervous rush, but considering you haven’t been able to get into contact with Steve for about a week now, and every day since the last time you spoke, it’s felt like the weight of the world got stronger and tighter against your chest.
He looks a tad bit ashamed. Not telling his girl where he’s been was never something he’d ever want to do, never again after what he put Peggy through.
“I can’t tell you, and honestly, I can’t talk for long. Just… Don’t tell anyone we talked, and Nat told me to tell you: You need to go,” he pulls away from the doorway to ask Natasha a question as she stands behind the door, you see a peek of her lighter red hair in the slit of your door hinge, she speaks in hushed tones that Steve repeats back to you, “Uh… She says you need to go undercover, don’t go to your folk's place, there’s an American Airlines flight for you to London, Ontario, 8:30 tonight, and a cabin, booked for the,” His voice falters nervously, “The month, I’m… I’m sorry, doll. I’ll tell you more when you get back.”
You sigh and nod. You’ve never seen him act like this, “I love you.” He says, a tad breathless, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes widen, but you nod, pulling him in for a kiss, “I love you too.” You hear Natasha sigh, “Hey, lovebirds, I’m sorry to break this up, but I’m sure some idiot with a phone has seen us entering the building at some point; we’ve gotta go, Steve.” Steve sighs and sends a look to Natasha and you see her jokingly flip him off. He looks at you for a moment with widened eyes akin to a small puppy and then nods as you close the door to your studio apartment.
"Could've given me a minute," You hear him tell her, and she scoffs, "Sorry that me saving our lives is cock-blocking you, Rogers."
You shut the door and check your phone, first seeing an email notification for your last-minute flight, and another for your month-long cabin 'getaway,' which you now begrudgingly begin to pack for. But, for just a moment, an email catches your eye and you click on it, something from a news bulletin. As you read, you feel your stomach drop when you see your boyfriend’s face spread far and wide across the app, multiple articles being written by this news company alone about him.
BREAKING NEWS: The Manhunt for S.H.I.E.L.D. fugitive Steve Rogers, continuing story.
Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, and all those who are related to his person are under investigation for a cause that is, at this time unknown to the public, if you have any more information…
You put the phone down, a million questions racing through your mind, yet with nowhere and no one to turn to at this moment. You’re a fugitive, technically, just for being connected to Steve, you’re basically going to be living in a whole city in Canada that you know nothing about, and something else in your gut tells you Steve is gonna be trying to make this up to you big time for a while, which would be funny to you.
If you both were together right now, if you knew what was
really
going on, and the biggest if that’s front and center in your attention. If you knew that he’d survive whatever this is.