The soldiers. Steve Rogers/Captain America x reader

The long awaited kiss

It slowly dawned on you. You shivered and then spoke in a small voice to Steve: "Steve,my hands...." Your voice broke from shear terror.
Steve eyes drifted from your lips to your hands. He looked at them. Where he had touched you, there were big bruise. He realized even your normal human being immune system would stop that kind of problem. That only meant one thing: your immune system had completely disappeared.
He looked at you, not with pity as you had first expected but with compassion and understanding witch was both troubling and reassuring.
A man in a lab coat chose this as a moment to enter. You spoke as loud as your voice could master: "This room might be contaminated. Step out."
You were sure. The risks were paying in your mind. Your immune system had made you open to any type of disease placed in the air or on a object surrounding you. The probabilities that Steve would also be infected were slim but you weren't taking any chances.
The man quickly scurried out, not caring to understand the full extent of the situation.
Your throat was closing in on itself. You were having a hard time breathing. Your breaths became very uneven. You were gasping for air. None would travel through your throat.
The man who had exited the room yelled "Get that. Open up her throat. Help her Captain America."

You were scared and to south your nerves you quickly said "I would rather have my throat cut open by Steve Rogers."

Steve was still worried although his shoulders weren't tense anymore. He grabbed the thing the man had told him to. And with shaking hands, drew it closer to your throat.
"Don't cut deep the man said. Just cut open her flesh, nothing more."

That didn't help Steve. You grabbed his hand and winced at the pain forming from the contact and said simply: "It's okay. I trust you."
You had never said those words in your life before. No one. But Steve. Well Steve was special.
His hands steadied a bit. Now would be a perfect time to pass out. You thought. But your body wasn't helpful. You stayed as still as you could, while gasping for air and closed your eyes.
You didn't squish them shut like you would if you were waiting for a blow. You closed them lightly together, as you would do when trying to relax.

Another few seconds,p and you would start blacking out because of lack of oxygen. A sharp pain came from your throat. Your eyes slammed open. You teeth were gritted and you gasped for breath.
It was weird though. Rather then breathing through your mouth or nose like you usually would, you breathed from the hole in your neck.

It wasn't terrifying. That wasn't the word. The word was creepy.
(My sister uses that words WAY too much...)

The next hours were pure pain. Although your pain was awful you always offered what you could to help Steve. Witch wasn't very much... You had never really come to appreciate the full extent of Steve's selflessness but as the pain and the hours blurred together, the only constant factor was the pain and Steve's selflessness.

He put a wet towel over your forehead. He was muttering words of comfort. You weren't sure if they were meant to reassure you or him.

Your back was arched in pain. Your skin was now reacting to the cloth you were wearing. It was agony. Pure and plain agony. Indescribable. You tried to say as polite as you could while enduring the pain but it keep getting worse.
"Relax. I am here. They come back." Steve whispered.
You cries were becoming more frequent and more desperate. But Steve was staying realistic. Not saying any false facts. He was there. And they were coming back but the question he wouldn't answer was: Would I survive? He was probably to scared to explore the possibilities.

Then in the next hour, your fever spiked so high, Steve had to replace death. This wasn't it.the wet cloth every few seconds because your body was draining all the cold. Then it got worse. The reaction between your clothes and skin infected. The fever got worse. You were screaming in agony and it was all Steve could do to try not to cry. He was hardly mastering it.

This amount of pain shouldn't be afflicted on any human beings. Then all your world went black...
.....................yup, again......
But this time something was different. You were conscious that you were in the dark. Was this death? No, you'd experienced death. This was a different yet similar experience.
Nothing was around you. Black. Everything was black, dull and without meaning. A beat was heard over the dark. Louder and louder until you could feel sheets beneath your hands. You opened your eyes with ease and for the first time you woke up pain free.
You smiled. Your body had completely recovered. Steve was next to you, he was taller stronger, just like when you first saw him. His eyes were droopy. You stood and ran around the room as fast as you could and then jumped into Steve's arms. Your foreheads were touching each other.

Then, Natasha walks in. Kidda' ruining the moment. You blush as Steve lays you back on your feet. Behind Natasha is Bruce. He's also smiling.

"Glad to see the things we recovered work correctly." Bruce said.
You have Brice a hug and Natasha also. You were not used to having your strength so you nearly broke their ribs but they both seemed to be fine afterwards.
"Thanks guys. I feel so much better." You sighed, slouching a little. And then added "And Steve, you look taller."
He grinned but in the back of his mind he remembered yesterday's screams. Yesterday's terrible accident.
You looked so different healthy, you looked joyful. It was a good different.
You were also staring at Steve. Not for the same reason. You somehow missed being his height, or slightly taller. A question was bugging you: "Now that he is, well, stronger, Will that make him arrogant?"
"I hope not" Steve said.
You covered your mouth, and bit your lip for saying that out loud. How embarrassing. You blushed deep deep red and looked at your shoes.

Bruce held Natasha's hand, where he thought no one would see and sent a message through his eyes 'Let's leave them alone'.
You bit your lip harder. There was something you really, really wanted to do since yesterday but you didn't know if it was considered improper, inadequate, or even rude to do so.
Steve was still watching you blush, he wanted to kiss you so badly, it was all he could do to stop himself from approaching his face towards yours.
The thing was that you didn't want Steve to think you were kissing him because he was taller, stronger but you wanted him to know you were kissing him because you loved him: his kind and selfless demeanor, his adorable and reassuring words, and the fact that he was in general the most gentlemen like person you had ever met.
But in a brave flash, you took a step forwards and, on your time-toes kissed him.
A good proper kiss on the mouth. The doubts and questions disappeared in your head as soon as you realized that Steve was enjoying your kiss.
His hands slid behind you and wrapped around your waist. His soft lips still on your he lifted you up and you wrapped you legs around his waist, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
A few seconds later, you separated and, foreheads touching, smiled at each other.
"You are a really good kisser." Steve finally said.
"Not that bad for a first kiss?" You asked.
Steve smiled and answered teasingly: "Well, if you feel like it. I can help you train."
Oh my god. Did he just? Yup. He did. Your smile grew in size and it took you seconds to close the gap between Steve's lips and yours.
You were right.
Steve and you had a connection. A connection you wouldn't give up for the world.