Request: I've been binge reading your works so first off, I love your writing. I've literally been stuck on your masterlist for hours lmaooo! Anyways, I'm craving an imagine with Steve Rogers x Teen!Reader where Steve is her step father and she never got along with him. She runs away one day and returns super late at night and Steve completely yells at her, but that was when she realizes that he actually does love her because her real father wouldn't have even noticed she was gone. You're amazing!!! Thx!

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Language

Word Count: 810

Steve was assigned to watch over you as your mother attended her business trip for the week. He viewed it as an opportunity to finally connect with you and develop the relationship he desired with his step-daughter. As for you, you couldn't care less about him. To you, Steve was another man your mother was blindly in love with. You never trusted Steve from the moment you met him.

He would always claim that he loved you, but every time those words would fall from his lips, it always felt faker than the time before. You never truly experienced the father daughter relationship with your biological father, which was why your perspective on father's wasn't very positive. Your birth father ruined the role for you, and that was why you were so distant with Steve.

You had a mind set that all father's acted like your real father. Lazy, unappreciative and negligent. Business trips was a common thing when it came to your mothers job, which meant you were always left alone with your father. He cared very little about what you did or where you were, he would mainly just sit and watch television until he passed out. It was like he had totally forgotten that he had a daughter.

The week of her business trip would consist of you staying over at your best friend's home. You decided to do the same exact thing with Steve, but since it was his first week being alone with you, you only stayed overnight instead of the entire week with your best friend. You weren't aware of the impact that the one simple sleepover night brought upon your step-father.

It was currently a half hour until midnight of the next night, and you were walking up the driveway, dragging your garbage sack full of your clothes and sleeping bag. You find the golden key underneath the door mat and unlock the door, gingerly entering into the house. The television was on, giving you the nostalgic feeling of how it would always be whenever you came home to your father.

Quietly, you shut you the door and begin your way toward the staircase until you hear a faint say your name. You come to a halt and drop your bag as you see Steve walking around the corner. Steve had the facial expression mixed with anger and relief at the same time, you've never seen that certain appearance before, not even on your mother's face.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" steve bellowed, immediately confounding you by his reaction. "YOU CAN'T JUST RUN AWAY LIKE THAT!"

You shrug. "Okay."

Steve distinctly pointed at the red leather couch, threateningly muttering for you to sit down through his teeth. He was not happy. You shuffle your way to the couch and plop onto it. Steve came around and stood in front of you, his eyes still burning with anger.

"Where were you last night [Y/N]?" steve interrogated, folding his arms. "If I don't get a damn good reason, don't expect to even leave this house for the next three weeks."

"Why does it matter?" you deride stubbornly. "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

Steve inhaled deeply and shook his head, his eyebrows instantly furrowing. It was predictable he was going to explode like he did before.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS?!" he fumed with great anger. He was really pissed off. "WHAT IF SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

In such a case as this, one would be terrified, but you were sat there, glaring at your step-father in awe. You had never been scolded for running away, let alone, being told that someone was scared that something would happen to you. You've been raised in the hands of a man who had never even once expressed that he was worried that you were okay. He would always assume you were alright, even when it was clear you weren't.

Steve huffed, gradually coming to a cool. "[Y/N], I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't even want to imagine that situation. I care about you, okay? I just want to do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

"Only because you're in charge of me at the moment," you accuse. "once my mother returns, you'll just go back to—"

"No I won't [Y/N]," steve denied, lowering himself onto the cushion beside you. "you're my daughter and I would do anything to protect you from danger, even if you're a pain sometimes. Relationships like these come with ups and downs all the time."

"Even if I'm your step daughter?"

"All I hear is daughter and that's all I care about," steve claimed, scooting closer toward you. You blush as he gently wrapped his arm around you, giving you a hug from the side. "I care about you [Y/N]."

"Thanks," you mumble quietly. "dad."

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