summary: you and steve are in a long-term relationship, but you feel like he's starting to be controlling. you call him out on it, and he is not pleased.

word count: 887

trigger warnings: angst, and lots of it. good luck.

You were so sick and damn tired of listening to the Captain's every command. You were sick of being treated as a subordinate rather than his fiancee. You were sick of having to answer to and make every move based on Steve's wishes. You were sick of being seen as Captain America's girl, rather than the trained, highly-dangerous assassin-slash-Avenger that you were. You were sick of living a life nothing like the one you had always imagined for yourself.

And so you told him. You told Steve that you were done playing obedient fiancee to him, and you were going to make your own choices in decisions. You still respected him, you said, but if you were on a mission and you had a gut feeling about something, you were going to follow through with it. If you didn't believe Steve was right about something, you were going to call him out for it. You were an Avenger, for God's sake. You weren't a soldier.

Steve hadn't taken this so well. First, he'd accused you of trying to run the team- which you assured him you wanted no part of, you were only a part of the Avengers Initiative on Fury's request- and then attempted to say that you expected preferential treatment as his fiancee. Then, however, Steve had hit you with the hardest blow.

"Damn it, (Y/N)! Peggy would have never gone against me like that-"

All you could see was red, and you couldn't control the cruel thoughts that were now swirling around in your mind. Your only objective right now was to hit Steve in all the places that hurt, to make him feel exactly as you did right now. You took a deep breath and looked Steve squarely in the eye, not backing away from his harsh gaze.

"Is that what you want, then? For me to be more like your precious Peggy? To be obedient and follow you around like a lovesick puppy, and wait like a dutiful wife for you to come home from a mission? To have dinner on the table and the kids all washed up, and to not have a damn thought for myself in my own damn mind?"

Steve looked taken aback by your harsh words, but he pressed on.

"You know what, (Y/N)? A little compassion would be nice every once in a while! I get enough shit from Tony and the others on the field, the last thing I need is you doing it in our own home! So yeah, maybe you should take some notes from Peggy." Steve growled.

You were momentarily stunned, but you wouldn't let Steve win, not now.

"I'm so sorry, Captain Rogers," you snarled, clenching your fists at your side. "I won't disobey direct orders again- actually, you know what? Scratch that. I'm fucking done."

"You'd do well to obey your commander wherever you end up next, Agent (Y/L/N)." Steve said tersely.

You could tell that he was trying to keep his cool, but you couldn't help yourself. You had to push him. You weren't going to let him get away with treating you like this, even if he was Captain Fucking America, the golden boy of the country.

"'Where I end up next'? Captain, I'm not sure you quite grasp how much jurisdiction you have here. To make it clear, you can't fire me from the team. I worked under Fury for years before you were thawed; he'd be much more likely to listen to one of his best and most trusted agents than the 97 year old freak show who's apparently coined himself the Supreme Commander of this team-"

Your breath hitched as Steve slammed his fist into the wall above your head. You heard a sickening crunch as his knuckles cracked, and blood was running down the wall. For a slight moment, you thought his fist had been aimed at your face.

But no. Even in a fit of rage, as the girl he loved walked away from him, Steve Rogers would never hit her. As much as he infuriated her, as much as she wanted to hate him, she couldn't begrudge him that. He was truly a gentleman, through-and-through.

"(Y/N), if you walk out that door..." Steve breathed heavily and clenched his fists, ignoring the fact that he was now dropping splatters of blood onto the floor. "If you walk out that door, I'm not coming after you. Not anymore. Do you understand that? This is the last god damn time."

You laughed once, without humor, and ducked from beneath Steve's arm in the direction of the door. As hard as you tried not to, you had to look back. And by God, you wished you hadn't. Because Steve was just standing there, staring at the spot on the wall where you'd been just seconds previously, and his face was... Broken. Steve, who you'd never seen cry, now had tears rapidly flowing down his cheeks.

And it killed you inside, to know that you were the reason for this. But Steve hadn't acted like a boyfriend to you in a long time, and then he'd compared you to Peggy... Your resolve firmed, and you found the strength to leave the training room, letting the door slam shut behind you.

This time, you didn't look back.