You were in big trouble now.

    Sure, you've made plenty of mistakes on missions during your time as an Avenger, but never had you so blatantly disregarded an order from your boyfriend, Captain America.

    Your mission was simple; steal some very important files from a Hydra outpost regarding their newest attacks on a foreign military base. Being the stealth expert on the team, Steve ordered you to sneak in and grab the files while the rest of the team attacked the Hydra guards head-on to cause a distraction.

    The plan was easy enough, but it didn't work.

    As you crept around the fight that unfolded in front of you, you saw one of the Hydra guards corner Steve as the stranger let a barrage of punches rain down on your beloved boyfriend.

    When you saw thick, crimson blood dripping down Steve's face, all you could see was red as you broke rank and ran to join the fight.

    You saw relief spill over Steve's face as you yanked his attacker off of him, but as soon as he saw that it was you who saved him, his face hardened into a furious glare. His irate expression stunned you; he had never been so angry before. You were frozen in a daze; the perfect target for a Hydra soldier.

    While your eyes were trained on your angry boyfriend, the Hydra guard you subdued knocked you onto your butt, pushing you under him as he moved to stab you.

    As soon as Steve saw the horrid sight in front of him, he jumped in, grabbing the Hydra soldier's arm in the air and twisting it harshly, but not before the knife grazed your side.

    You hissed loudly as you looked down, eyeing the angry red scratch that traversed your side, the wound poking out of the rip in your stealth suit.

    Steve released an animalistic growl as he threw the Hydra agent off of you, and you heard the sickening bang of Steve's shield slamming harshly onto the head of the enemy.

    Once you knew you were in the clear, you forced yourself to get up quickly despite the pain radiating from the cut. The cut wasn't deep, and you knew you would be fine once you bandaged it up. But before you could get back to the Quinjet to get patched up, you had to finish your mission.

    Despite the fact that every Hydra agent in the building now knew that you were here as well, you dashed back to the sidelines to continue your assignment.

    "(Y/N), wait! Get back here!" you heard Steve yell after you, but you didn't turn around. You kept running despite the burning sensation that rocked your body with every step you took. You grit your teeth together as you dodged attacks from several Hydra agents that targeted you as you got closer and closer to the location of their secret files.

    You sighed as you heard Steve following closely behind you, taking care of any Hydra personnel you missed as you dashed towards their main computers. You could feel the anger radiating from his body, but you didn't care at the moment. You would just have to deal with the repercussions later.

    When you reached the computers, there was only one guard still protecting whatever secrets lay beyond him. However, he was anticipating your arrival.

    As soon as you appeared in the entryway, the man began firing several bullets a second at you. You gasped as you moved to dodge them, hearing the sickening sound of the bullets hitting the Vibranium metal of Steve's shield before they flew in random directions.

    You thanked whatever force was listening to you that you had water powers. You were practically a walking water bender, just like those you grew up idolizing as you watched your favorite cartoon, The Last Air Bender. You quickly made an ice shield, holding it up as you ran towards the Hydra soldier before you.

    As you got closer, the gun emptied, and the man stared down at the firearm in horror as he continued to pull uselessly at the trigger, praying for a miracle. However, he got none as he stared into your merciless eyes.

    "W-wait, please, I'll do anything-!" he begged before you lifted your makeshift shield and brought it down on his head. You knew you didn't hit him hard enough to kill him, but by the look of his heavy body strung out on the ground, you knew you wouldn't have to worry about him for at least a few hours.

    It didn't take long for you to hack into the computer system and quickly download all of the information they stored on it. Steve was uncharacteristically quiet as he stood behind you, brooding as he replayed the recent incidents in his mind.

    When you guys boarded the Quinjet, Steve remained silent. You tried to talk to him, but instead of answering, he merely pulled out his old compass. You could see a flicker of Peggy Carter's face from inside of it, and you felt a pang in your chest at the sight. You huffed and moved away from him, figuring it was best to give him some space if he was that angry about what happened.

    Finally, the Quinjet pulled into the landing zone at Stark Tower. Steve stormed towards the exit before the Quinjet even came to a complete stop. You bounded after him, not willing to let him go so easily.

    "Steve!" you called desperately after him, "Wait please!"

    He stopped in his tracks, refusing to turn around to look at you. You ran until you caught up to him, but even when you stood directly in front of him, he looked anywhere but at you. You sighed sadly, but the movement made you hiss and grab your side.

    Steve tensed as he sensed your discomfort, but he made no move to help you.

    You cleared your throat awkwardly. "U-um, could you come to the med bay with me? I need help bandaging the cut. I can't reach all of it since it's on my side..."

    Steve merely scoffed before shaking his head in disbelief. Before you could say anything else, he pushed past you and sped to his room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

    Before you could even process what happened, you were yanked out of your reverie by another voice.

    "(Y/N), you're not trying to leave without taking care of that nasty scratch, are you?" Bruce called out to you. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before turning to face one of your good friends.

    "Of course not, Bruce. It's not like you would ever let me even if I wanted to," you joked, faking a smile as you walked towards the med bay, "I was just trying to find Steve."

    "Any luck?" Bruce asked with a sad glimmer in his eyes as he led you into the small room. You quickly unhooked your suit and pulled it down so that it exposed everything from your waist up, leaving you in only your bra.

    "No," you sighed, figuring it was best to leave out the details as you laid down on the table.

    "He's really angry about what happened, (Y/N)," Bruce started as he began to clean the wound, making you hiss at the stinging sensation.

    "I know," you grimaced, praying that the uncomfortable, prickly sensation would be over soon.

    "Oh well, at least this part is over," Bruce sighed as he wrapped a nice, thick bandaid around your cut, "You should talk to him."

    "I don't think he wants to talk," you mumbled, refusing to look at your friend.

    "He'll come around," Bruce smiled sadly at you, "This is Steve we're talking about. He loves you to death."

    "You're right," you nodded, a new sense of determination overcoming you as you pulled your suit up and jumped off of the table and bolted out of the room, waving a quick goodbye to Bruce before you were out of sight.

    You tried to keep your cool but couldn't help yourself as you nearly sprinted back to the room you shared with Steve. You couldn't stand the hurt and worry that overwhelmed you when Steve ignored you so rudely earlier.

    You took a deep breath before you slowly opened the door, knocking on it quietly so you didn't disturb the disgruntled man on the other side. When you entered the room, you saw Steve lounging on the bed, his hair wet as if he just got out of the shower.

    "Hey," you breathed quietly as you slowly walked over to your side of the bed, sitting on the edge as you watched him with bated breath, "Bruce patched up my scratch. It's not that bad; it's just a small cut that needed some hydrogen peroxide."

    No response.

    "Steve...? Did you hear me?" you asked as you waved your hand in front of his face. Was he lost in thought or something?

    No response again.

    "Steve? Why aren't you talking to me? Come on, answer me!" you demanded, your blood already beginning to boil.

     "You didn't listen to me on the mission, so why should I talk to you now? It's not like you would listen," Steve rolled his eyes as he got up from the bed.

    "What? Steve, I didn't do anything wrong!" you fired at him, a feeling of powerlessness washing over as you watched him walk away from you.

    "You disobeyed your Captain, and you got hurt doing it! That's what's wrong!" Steve yelled at you, turning around so you could see the fury in his eyes. "And yet you still stand there like you're a princess that can do no wrong."

    "You were being attacked! You can't expect me to just let you get beat up without doing anything! I'm fine anyway, it's just a little scratch!" you shouted back, anger filling your own veins as you marched over to him.

    "Yes, I can expect you to leave me when those were your orders. You wouldn't have gotten scratched if you let the distraction do its job while you did yours," Steve nearly growled as he towered threateningly over you.

    "Don't even act like you weren't glad I stepped in! I could see the relief on your face when I pulled that Hydra soldier off of you! So what's the problem? Would you have rather been saved by Natasha or Wanda than your own girlfriend?" you gaped as you threw yourself in his face.

    "Yes, because those were their orders, and yours were to stay on the sidelines and get the information with as little interaction with Hydra guards as possible," Steve spat irritatedly.

    "Steve, that's not fair! You would have reacted the same way if I was struggling with an attacker too! You even followed me up to the computer! That wasn't part of the plan, was it, Captain?" you groaned with an accusing finger pointing at him.

    "Plans change when people don't follow orders," Steve sneered down at you, "Now, I'm done with this conversation, and I'm done talking to you."

    With those last words, Steve quickly spun on his heel and marched out of the room, slamming the door behind him in the process.

    You had never seen Steve so angry before.

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    Steve hadn't talked to you all day. It didn't matter where you were or what you were doing; he wouldn't talk to you. But that wasn't the worst part.

    Steve wouldn't let you touch him either. You would walk up to him and hug him from behind to try to apologize that way, but he would only angrily push you off every time before marching out of the room.

    Even with other members of the team in the room, Steve continued his silent treatment. Your friends watched your attempts to make up with confused faces and sympathetic smiles. Eventually, you stopped trying to reach out to him when there were others around. You were tired of seeing their embarrassing stares and misplaced pity.

    You tried to distract yourself by throwing yourself into conversations with the other Avengers, but no matter what you did, your mind still wandered back to the angry supersoldier you loved so much.

    Finally, it was time to go to bed. Today had been mentally draining since you couldn't engage Steve at all. Usually, he made your days wonderful, but today he ruined your after-mission buzz. Now, you just wanted to sleep and forget everything for a while.

    As you readied yourself for bed, you entertained yourself with thoughts of Steve relenting at last. You guys tangled yourself in each others' arms every night; there was no way that Steve could keep up this angry facade throughout the night. Even if he didn't talk to you, surely he would at least hold you tightly against him.

    You smiled to yourself as you remembered the night Steve practically dragged you to his room because he couldn't sleep without you nestled safely in his arms when you first started dating. You felt yourself reenergize as you thought about it, feeling that your torment was finally nearing its end.

    When you exited the bathroom, you saw your boyfriend lying against the headboard, the blanket only covering his bottom half an exposing a very shirtless Steve Rogers. You secretly smiled to yourself as you jumped into the bed before laying your head on Steve's chest and wrapping your arms tightly around his torso.

    Almost immediately, Steve pushed you off forcefully, using his super strength to get you off as quickly as you placed yourself there.

    "Ow!" you gasped as your rubbed your arm, a horrified expression taking over you as you stared incredulously at your boyfriend, "What the hell was that for?!"

    "You disobeyed me. Now go to bed," Steve grumbled as he turned on his side, facing away from you. You were too dumbfounded to even think for a second as you tried to comprehend what was happening.

    "Steve, I'm sorry," you whimpered as you tried to wrap your arms around him from behind again. But before you could even settle in against him, he swatted your arms away, making you whine loudly.

    What happened to the sweet Steve Rogers that couldn't sleep until he knew you were fast asleep and safely nestled in his grasp?

    You huffed as you turned on your side as well, facing away from the petty supersoldier. You closed your eyes and tried to will yourself to sleep, but alas, sleep was unobtainable.

    As you laid there and tormented yourself with replayed memories from the day, you found yourself overwhelmed by the same horrible feeling you experienced all day; numbness. You felt numb as you thought about the cruel man sleeping soundly next to you.

    Sure, you felt bad about disobeying him, but did it really warrant isolation such as this? All you wanted now was to be with the man you loved most. You didn't even care about the mission anymore.

    You groaned quietly to yourself, knowing that there was no way you would be able to sleep now. You sighed as you sat on the edge of the bed, your hands running through your hair as you tried to think about what to do.

    You quickly settled on watching tv in the living room. You slowly got up and padded to the door, moving as quietly as you could to make sure you didn't wake Steve up.

    When you got to the living room, you snuggled on the couch, grabbing the fluffy blanket off of the ottoman and curling up. You flicked through the channels before deciding on the Game Show Network.

    You sighed to yourself as you watched Baggage Claim. You watched this show in the early morning hours when you would pull all-nighters in the summer as a kid. A small smile played at the corners of your mouth as you remembered your adolescent years.

    However, when you watched the new couple embrace each other at the end of the show, an uneasy pit formed in your stomach, and you could no longer focus on the game at hand. You nearly groaned as you picked up the remote and thumbed through the channels again, trying to find something that would capture your attention and distract yourself from your current situation.

    You finally landed on Comedy Central when you heard footsteps coming towards you.

    When you looked up, you saw Steve Rogers standing there in nothing but his gray boxers.

    "What are you doing?" Steve rasped, his eyes squinting as he was blinded by the bright tv light.

    "Couldn't sleep," you replied shortly, refusing to meet his eyes as you returned your attention to the tv in front of you.

    "Come back to bed," Steve instructed, but his voice was much softer than earlier.

    "No thanks," you rolled your eyes, "I'm tired of being ignored."

    "I'm sorry," Steve sighed, "I'm done ignoring you. Please just come to bed."

    "You've been a real jerk all day, you know that?" you asked rhetorically, "I'll come to bed when I'm ready. Apparently, I'm such a disappointment since I always disobey the great Steve Rogers, so why should now be any different? You should be so happy that you won't have to put up with me anymore."

    "Come on, you can't stay out here, baby," Steve whined.

    "No, Steve, I've fought for your attention all day. I'm done. I'm doing what I want now," you snapped as a new episode of Jeff Dunham began, "This guy is funny, anyway."

    You could practically hear Steve roll his eyes as he walked over to you. He quickly grabbed the remote from you before turning off the tv and returning it to its rightful place on the coffee table. Before you could protest, Steve had already thrown you over his shoulder.

    "Put me down!" you nearly shrieked as you beat angrily on Steve's back.

    "Be quiet," Steve ordered, "You're going to wake up the others."

    Before long, Steve set you down gently on the bed. You rolled on your side, facing the wall and turning your back on him. After he situated himself on his side, he snaked his arm around you, but not before you quickly smacked him off of you.

    "Don't even think about it after what you did to me today," you spat angrily, "Not only did you ignore me and refuse to touch me, you embarrassed me in front of the team. That's unforgivable."

    Steve sighed sadly as he rested his forehead on your back. "I'm sorry, baby. But you have to listen to me on these missions. It's the only way to make sure things go as smoothly as possible. How do you think it looks on me when my own girlfriend won't listen to me out in the field?"

    You turned over as fast as lightning as you stared at him with incredulous eyes. "I broke rank because you were hurt. I did it to protect those I love most. You just wanted to make a point because you're petty."

    "I'm sorry, baby. I was scared I was going to lose you. I've never been as scared as I was when I watched that guy nearly stab you. I never want to be in that place again. I'm sorry," Steve apologized profusely, his head bowing in shame. You sighed, your anger melting away as you stared at the sincere face of your loving boyfriend.

    "Baby, it's our line of work. We put our lives on the line to save people. But we have to trust each other to make the right decisions in these fights. I'm sorry I scared you, baby, but you have to trust me," you smiled slightly as you placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

    "I'll control my anger next time," Steve promised.

    "Good, baby," you smiled as you pecked his lips softly, "Now, never keep these cuddles from me again. That was torture."

    Steve chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so your head could lie comfortably on his chest.

    "It was torture for me too, baby."
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Yay, another Steve Rogers oneshot! I hope you guys can forgive me for making our precious Captain America out to be a jerk for most of the story!