request: i accidentally deleted it but the prompt was "Let her know you need her, let her know how much she means"

warnings: some cussing and a surprise cameo

word count: 1019

Ever since Steve Rogers laid his eyes on you back in 2013, a year after the formation of the Avengers, a year after he was discovered under the ice, he was smitten. He thought he'd never get over Peggy, after meeting you, he was captivated. To say you were gorgeous was an understatement. He loved the way your eyes would sparkle in the sunlight, he loved the way your hair framed your face, and he loved every curve of your body. But the thing he loved most about you was your heart. You were a gentle soul, yet you had the power to assert yourself when needed. You were caring and generous, always doing whatever you could to help others, yet you didn't let anyone underestimate or take advantage of you. Steve quickly bonded with you, and the two of you formed a close, tight knit bond.

Fast forward a couple of years, following the Ultron incident. Steve still had yet to ask you out. He didn't want to ruin the friendship he had with you. You were happy to call Steve your best friend. You loved being around him. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. Yet lately, you had this feeling about Steve. Whenever he was around you, you'd feel butterflies in your stomach and your heart seemed to beat faster whenever he smiled at you. Then, one day, you came to a revelation. You were in love with your best friend.

It happened when you were having your weekly movie night with Steve. The two of you were in your bed, watching F/M on your laptop. Unbeknownst to you, Steve decided to finally make a move and placed his arm around you. Your heart fluttered. You never really realized how muscular his biceps were. Damn. You thought to yourself. He really is ripped. You sensed he had stopped watching the movie and you could feel him staring at you. You turned your head to look at him and you felt his hot breath. Time seemed to stop as you gazed into his azure eyes. You noticed as he shifted his gaze to your lips. Could he be interested in you? You thought to yourself. Romantically? Steve's voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Y/N..." he whispered longingly. He leaned in closer.

"Steve," you breathed. "I-"

Suddenly, you were interrupted by Steve's phone ringing. The two of you sprang apart. Steve pulled out his phone to see who it was. You glanced at it. Sharon. Your heart dropped. Of course, you thought sadly. Why would he be interested in you when someone like Sharon lived right next door to him. Sensing your discomfort, he attempted to console you.

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like," he chided.

"Just go," you grumbled bitterly, refusing to look at him.

"But-"

"I said go!"

You turned your body away from him. You finally felt his weight lift off the bed and you heard the door open and close. And then, he was gone.

A couple weeks passed with you refusing to talk to Steve. You felt lonely without him. Your teammates tried to mend the relationship, but you brushed them off, not wanting to talk about it. Whenever Steve approached you, you mumbled something incoherent and ran off.

Another week of the silent treatment passed. Steve was getting frustrated. He hated being without you. He wanted you back. So he turned to Natasha for help. He told her the whole story and that he'd been in love with you since he met you. She then whacked him upside the head and called him an idiot for not telling you his feelings for you sooner and for almost accepting a call from Sharon in front of you.

"Let her know you need her, let her know how much she means," Natasha advised him. "Just tell her, okay? Tell her you love her."

And so, Steve made up his mind. He was determined to finally tell you that he loved you at the party Tony was throwing that weekend. He wore a F/C dress shirt because he knew it was your favorite color and even sprayed on a little bit of Sam's cologne.

When Steve finally arrived to the party, only to see you in the middle of the dance floor with some guys arms wrapped around your waist, his heart dropped to the floor. His breathing quickened and his mouth went dry. Who the hell was that guy?

Steve felt a presence besides him. It was Natasha.

"Go get your girl before she's gone," she urged him as she pushed him towards you. "Or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Steve took in a deep breath and made his way towards you. He lightly tapped your shoulder and you turned to look at him. The guy you were dancing with looked annoyed.

"Yes?" You asked him coldly.

"Can we talk?" He pleaded. "Please?"

"Um, we're in the middle of something?" The guy interjected.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?" Steve snapped at him.

"I'm Quentin Beck, Y/N's date," he stated smugly. You rolled your eyes. Sure, you had invited him to come with you, and you were, to an extent, attracted to him, but there was something about him that seemed off. You looked back at Steve.

"You have five minutes," You ordered. Steve looked at you relieved and Quentin scowled.

"Guess I can't compete with Captain America," he grumbled to himself as he stalked away. You locked eyes with Steve.

"Go."

"Y/N," he began. "I'minlovewithyoubutIdontknowifyoufeelthesamewaybutIjustneededyoutoknowthatpleasestopstaringatmelikethat," he said in one quick burst.

"What?" you asked confused.

"I'm in fucking love with you!" He exclaimed loudly. You stared at him in awe.

"Good, cause I'm in fucking love with you too," you admitted.

Steve grinned widely and pulled you into a tight kiss. He eventually pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours.

"What about that Quentin guy?" He asked you.

"Eh, he'll be fine," you chuckled. "I just wanna be with you."

"That's perfectly fine with me."