Avengers Imagines

Steve (Request) | TMI

For @Pandarosita

"Cover me?" you asked.

He turned you around and clipped his shield on your suit. "Good luck."

You smiled, your head turning to look at Hawkeye who was enjoying himself as he jumped from the rigging and slid across the electricity wire.

You began your climb and as usual, the bullets began but ricocheted off the shield. You threw it down the moment you were clipped only to find Steve right behind you. You gave him a look before clipping yourself to the wire.

He grinned before pushing you off. You rolled your eyes, not scared of that anymore. He did it to you all the time. You enjoyed the ride, him right behind you.

Soon you heard the sound of men shouting and chasing after you. Ah crap. Guns.

Steve had somehow made it closer to you, handing you he shield as you warded off bullets.

"We're a good team you know?" he said as you cleared the area with the armed men.

You smiled handing the shield back. A gunshot went off and he groaned in pain, the bullet having gone through his side.

"I'm shot!" he said, sounding like he wanted to add a string of cusses to that.

You knew it wasn't fatal.

"Better you than me," you joked with a wink.

He rolled his eyes before letting go and falling to he forrest floor. You followed suit, rolling a couple metres away from him.

"Nothing major," he said, not even looking like he was in pain. It was more like he didn't like the idea of the blood. He healed fast anyways.

"I know - " A pain ripped through you forcing you from upright to a foetal position on the ground.

"(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?!" He was panicking. He opened your vest, his hands searching your skin blindly for a wound. "(Y/N)? What happened?!" he cried.

You let out a breath, relaxing into the foliage. "Steve, calm down."

"Calm down! You - "

How could you put it in a way that the others wouldn't understand and make fun of you for.

You sighed, contemplating it. "Uh..." You looked down.

He frowned. "Your leg?"

You sighed.

You heard a chuckle through your ear piece. "Let him have it," Nat said. You could see the grin on his face.

You sat up, moving Steve away. "Once a month, there's this thing that happens, where my insides decide that they don't want to be inside anymore. And they have to come out. But to come out, they do this thing where they try to kill me - "

"(Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

"TMI."