King of Hearts (A Steve Rogers x Reader Fic)

Chapter Thirteen

"I'm fine, move. Get Shuri, she's hurt." YN replied, making Steve swallow his nerves and move to the front seat, letting YN slide out, followed by Sam and Bucky. YN stood to her feet, biting back a cry of pain as she felt the side of her abdomen pull.

"YN, you're bleeding." Sam gasped, inspecting the wound sight where a piece of metal stuck out from her skin.

"I'm fine." She whispered. "How's Shuri?" YN looked over to where Steve was helping her from the wreckage.

"She's okay, hit her head pretty hard. She's going to need a hospital." T'Challa sighed, rolling his neck.

"I will request a jet, you need to keep moving." T'Challa held up a hand when YN went to speak. "You need to go, YN, take the car. They clearly know we are coming. They must of planted the bomb whilst the vehicles were unoccupied." YN sighed, lifting her hand gingerly to press against her wound.

"Are you hurt?" Steve asked, furrowing his eyebrows in worry. "Show me."

"No, Steve, it's fine." Steve grunted, moving to stand in front of YN and gently pry her hands from where they covered the bloody mess.

"YN, this is not fine, you need to have this removed and it will probably need stitches." YN rolled her eyes, stepping back from Steve. "I'm being serious, YN."

"Steve, I'm okay." YN insisted, tapping her foot as she crossed her arm.

"YN-" YN glared at the blonde man, gritting her teeth.

"I said I was fine. Now, can we please get moving, we need to reach our positions before sun down." Steve shook his head, staring at the ground.

YN tried to walk normally, the pulling at her skin making every step uncomfortable. Steve watched in annoyance as YN continued to ignore his efforts. The men got into the car, Clint in the driver's seat Sam in the front passenger and Bucky and Steve in the back. YN looked at the remaining seat, swallowing uncomfortably.

"You take it, I'll get in the back." YN didn't wait for Natasha's response as she opened the boot, sliding in and leaning against the side of the car. Bucky turned in his seat, looking over YN's grimacing face. Looking up, YN forced a smile. "Lucky it's an SUV huh?" She chuckled weakly, earning a sad look from the brunette super soldier.

"YN-" YN shook her head, leaning her head back against the window with a sigh, trying to relax her trembling body and focus on anything but the ringing in her ears. They only got around a few bends when they skidded to a stop, making YN's eyes open and look out the front window.

The six car occupants stared in shock as a large black truck faced them, over twenty men with guns standing in front of it. "What do we do?" Natasha whispered, looking to Steve in the mirror.

"How many are there?" He asked, leaning forward. 

"I count twenty-four."

"Twenty-seven with the three in the tank." Sam chuckled at Bucky's glare as redwing x-rayed the truck.

"We're surrounded." Natasha added, biting her lip.

"They wouldn't know I'm in the car, let me sneak around and surprise them." YN whispered, leaning over to grab her AA12. "I could take half of them out before they retaliate."

"No way." Sam stated, looking back and shaking his head.

"Sam, it's a good idea." Bucky said, not turning in his seat in case anyone spotted their movements.

"Steve?" Sam pleaded, looking to the captain with frightful eyes.

"It's our only option at the moment. The minute we step out we're done. If they're distracted, even momentarily, we can all get out and start on the offense, rather than the defense." Bucky nodded, agreeing with Steve.

YN looked at Sam, sending him a smile. "I'll be fine, Sammy." Sam sighed, reluctantly resigning to watch YN load her gun and prop the boot slightly open. Only enough for her to slip out unnoticed.

"You have your comms in, YN?" Steve's voice echoed in her ear, nearly startling her.

"Affirmative." She chuckled, propping her gun on her shoulder. "The second I open fire you all get out of the car, you hear me?" Everyone agreed, making YN release her breath. "Okay, well, here goes nothing."

YN stepped out around the vehicle, not waiting more than a second to pull her trigger and hold it, sending a spray of bullets toward the waiting men. YN stepped sideways so that the others could swiftly exit the car.

As they recomposed, Steve swung his arm and send his shield into a HYDRA agent, who had started to lift his gun. YN propped herself in the window of the SUV, poking her large gun through the open window.

"Can anyone see Rumlow?" Steve shouted, knocking another man from his post on top of the massive truck.

"Negative, it doesn't look like he's here!" YN replied, ducking low to reload her gun. As she did so, she noticed a grey case sitting on the floor of the backseat. "Jackpot." She whispered, placing her gun on the ground close by and picking up the case. "When I say get down, do it!" She shouted, loading up the weapon.

"What?" Natasha asked, furrowing her brows and she shot at a man hovering near the tree line.

"Get down! Now!" YN screamed, standing tall as her team mates dropped, watching her shoot four arrows at the HYDRA vehicle. Everyone stilled, watching YN and then looking at the arrows. "What the-" Before she could finish, the arrows, as they were supposed to, exploded. The force sending the truck upwards and then coming down in a mass of flames.

The HYDRA men surrounding the vehicle were shot down by Sam and Bucky whilst they were distracted, leaving YN and her team mates huffing in breaths of relief. YN sagged against the SUV, whining as her abdomen pulsed with pain. Steve walked over to her, bending down to her level.

"Still okay?" He asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.

YN poked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, looking up into Steve's clear eyes. "You aren't helping." She whispered with a forced smirk, trying to stand up properly.

"Shall I drag you along the concrete then? Get in the car, YN." YN nodded, turning to sit down in the vehicle, Steve sliding in beside her. As they swerved around the blazing vehicle and the accompanied men, YN sagged against Steve's body, groaning loudly. "YN needs a hospital." Steve whispered, placing an arm around the delirious woman.

"How? We can't just take her to a local hospital, she's a wanted fugitive." Natasha bit her lip at Sam's words, looking across to Clint.

"I have an idea. But it means we divert the plan for a few days." Steve nodded, feeling YN sink down further.

"We will have to anyway; we need to re-strategize now that we know they know. Plus, YN will need some time to recoup." Sam looked over Steve's shoulder from where he'd taken place in the boot.

"Is she cuddling you?" He snickered, nudging Bucky to have a look.

"Like I said, she needs a hospital." Steve laughed, not noticing Sam and Bucky share a bitten back grin of achievement.