Burn by Hamilton
Created by the Amazing smol bean which is Lin-Manuel Miranda

And I know you can't imagine Steve do such a thing but ig you can't judge a book by its cover.
Lol

Italics= Reader singing
Bold= Letter

Took me awhile to make this

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You sat on the bench in Central Park way after dark, it was empty and kind of chilly. Holding the papers tightly in hand you stared at them with tears glistening in your eyes.

'I saved every letter you write me, from the moment I read them I knew you were mine, you said you were mine, I thought you were mine.'

Skimming over some lines of the letters you read the "I love you's" and the " your my best girl." With everything that he's said in his letters to you, you really thought he was yours, but I guess you were wrong.

'Do you know what Angelica said when we saw your first letter arrive? She said "Be careful with that one, love. He will do what it takes to survive."'

Your sister wasn't wrong though. You wished you listened to her then. But you were as stubborn as a mule. Steve Rogers was a complete gentlemen the definition of perfect to you. With you being a Stark made you rich so if Steve married you he wouldn't be in debt anymore and he wouldn't have to worry about bills....at least not as much as he has before.

But a part of you looked back at the time when everything was simple between the two of you.

'You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenseless, You built me palaces out of paragraphs, You built cathedrals...'

"My Dearest Y/N,

Today another battle was fought but the only thing on my mind that kept me going was you. Your entire being was enough for me to fight, to live, to survive this war so I can one day come home to you and make you mine. My best girl who I love and will someday call her my wife. The woman who would bear my children. I can not wait for that day. I will count the days until I see you again.

With all his love,
Steve Rogers"

'I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me
I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, For some kind of sign of when you were mine, The world seemed to Burn...

"Y/N,

Your picture is kept in my pocket, when I miss you I take it out and look at it, trying to imagine what it'd be like if you were really here. It's hard. I'm tired and I miss you so much. I wish I can wrap you in my arms and never let go. I also wish this letter could be longer but unfortunately it can't.

Yours truly,
Steve Rogers"

"To my Best Girl,

I know this is sudden but I can't wait to get back to ask you this, Will You Marry Me? I'm sorry if this seems sudden but if I don't make it through this war I just want to know that I did what I've always wanted before I died. I hope you would do me the honor in doing so when I get back. I love you.

Steve Rogers"

"My Dearest,

Y/N I am happy that you said yes. I promise you would not have to worry about anything when I come home because I will be right there for you, always have and always will, 'til the end of the line. My love for you endless, I will show you how much you mean to me. Just you wait.

Your fiancé,
Steve Rogers"

'You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed, In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.'

Flashback
You walked down the street. It wasn't too crowded but people stood on the sidewalks, smoking a cigarette, reading the paper or both. People looked at you before looking back at the paper whispering to each other. A wave of self consciousness washed over you as you pulled you coat tighter around you.

As you walked you passed a news stand, glancing at it the picture of you husband was what caught your attention.

You picked up the article and read the headline.

Loyal to his Country but not his Wife?

Your eyes read over the article which was written by YOUR husband. A gasp left your lips as tears welled up in your eyes. Looking around you clutched the article in your hand crumbling it. Turning the other way you took off home, it became the talk of the city.

You could barely leave the house without feeling people's eyes on you. You felt disgusted and ashamed of yourself. But you were also angry.

Leaving the house people would talk behind your back.

It was ruined.

The two of you had nice pleasant life but he just had to throw everything you guys had away.

A bottle clutched in one hand as you reread the article. There were copies of letters from the woman Steve was seeing.

'Most of the encounters I had with this sims took place in my own home and bed I share with my wife Y/N Rogers.'

'Do you know what Angelica said when she read what you'd done? She said, "You've married an Icarus, he's flown too close to the sun."'

'You and your words obsessed with your legacy
Your sentences border on senseless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you
You, you, you!'

Setting the news article down besides you, you stared at it and the letter that laid besides it.

Steve used to be a shy timid and sweet man but then he became Captain America, you still loved him despite the transformation but you believe it went all to his head, that's why he became almost obsessed with being a hero, being remembered.

The way he wrote he was paranoid on how people would view him. Still wanting to protect the legacy he built for himself.

'I'm erasing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder how Y/N reacted when you broke her heart! You have torn it all apart! I'm watching it burn; Watching it burn'

You pulled out a box of matches. Taking one out you held it between your thumb and index finger. In one swift movement you lit it. Grabbing the article with your other hand, you brought the paper to the flame and slowly watched it catch that flame. You shook your hand which held the match putting it out. The fire slowly spread across the paper.

Standing up you took a step towards the trash can and dropped it in there. Taking the letters and matches you lit each letter on fire and dropped them in the metal can as hot angry tears slid down your face.

'The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in our bed
They don't get to know what I said
I'm burning the memories, Burning the letters that might have redeemed you'

Flashback
"Why!" You yelled. He stood there his face holding no particular emotion. "Why? After everything we've been through, why?" You asked him. His blue eyes met yours.

"I-I don't know." He whispered. Your head dropped, your hair covering your face. A low chuckle escaped your lips before looking back up at him with your tear stained face.

Steve looked confused as to why you laughed.

"Thank you Steve."

"Thank you?" He asks confused. You walked a few steps closer to him.

"Thank you for reminding me why I don't trust anyone, why I can't trust anyone because now I know how looks can be deceiving and that no one can be trusted no matter how much I want to trust them I can't. Because I'll just get hurt." Walking back over to the door you walked out.

Present
You watched the fire rise, burning every single letter Steve has ever sent you.

He was apologetic to say the least. He pleaded for you to forgive him when you walked out. You knew you couldn't, and just in case you burned the letters, so you won't fall for him again so it couldn't redeem him.

'You forfeit all rights to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed! You'll sleep in your office instead with only the memories of when you were mine
I hope that you burn...'

The two of you did not separate. Steve wanted to try working things out but you couldn't forgive him. You had two children a son and a daughter. James and Elizabeth. You grew up basically with no parents and you wanted them to have both parents in their life.

Ever since you came back home you went right to bed while Steve would sleep in his office instead.

You'd stare out your window at night, out at the city.

Steve did the same but from his office his mind overtaken by the moments you and him shared all the way to the moment he met you. And boy did you blow him away.

The memories you thought of were the ones where you found out about his affair and all you could think of is wishing he would burn.
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