Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

Just a Human - Pt.2/3

Also, maybe you were a bit afraid. Not that you would ever admit it.

Henry's hand reached for your chin and your snatched it away in disgust before he could even make contact with your skin. Anger flashed in his eyes.

"Kitty has claws?"

You felt another hand on your backside and you grabbed it, shoving it away as well. Jim. Why weren't you surprised? Pigs. What the fuck was their problem?

"I'll let you know when I meet any. Now get out of my way," you hissed, your gut twisting as the sly grin spread on Henry's face and he made a step right into your route.

"Or what? You'll scratch, kitty? Or you'll scream? Like a little girl?" he mocked you, his face lowering to yours so you were only inches apart.

"Bet you'll like that," you murmured, narrowing your eyes. "No, I'll offer you a breath-mint."

Yep, that was the mistake no.5 and definitely an enormous one.

You heard one of the guys chuckle and then there was something around your neck, the weight of the towel shifting (add it to the mistake list) and your body flew backwards, colliding with a male one. George was it?

Your hands instinctively flew to your throat, but suddenly they were being pinned to your sides by strong arms. Jim had caught one, Henry another.

You tried to jerk from their grip, your breath coming short, your pulse thundering in your ears.

Oh you were so fucked.

"Sassy little mouth, aren't you?" Henry hummed, wry expression on his ugly face. "So dirty, feels like we should wash it with something. Who wants to go first?"

Loud alarm bells sounded in your head, icy shiver running down your spine.

Oh no, you don't.

You knee flew up on instinct to gain the momentum, followed by a swift low kick to Jim's knee.

He yelped and let go of your hand, allowing you to send a back punch to George's face; and finally your airways were free as his grip on the towel loosened. You threw it away.

"Bitch!" yelled one of them. You were unsure which one, but you didn't waste time thinking too much. Survival instinct took over.

Tears prickled in the corners of your eyes and you barely silenced the scream as Henry twisted your arm behind your back.

You tried to kick him, but someone else's leg somehow managed to cut off your core and you fell on your knees. Sharp tug on your hair caused you to cry out and obediently tilt your head back. Few tears escaped you, but you pushed up in attempt to get up again.

A kick coming from behind threw your body forwards and you nearly fell on your face. You tasted blood as you bit your cheek, but you managed to at least land on your shoulder instead of face-planting.

Which still hurt like a bitch, but at least you still had all your teeth... or you thought so, not having time to check. You rolled over before a kick to your side could hit you with full force - Frank's foot only brushed you, but you were sure you'd have a bruise as a souvenir anyway.

A punch landed next to your face when you dodged it in the last moment, someone grabbing your legs and holding them together. Between your efforts to free them, you didn't have time to chase away the body holding your arms as well.

"Shit-- she's a handful."

A battle cry emerged from your lips and you tried to jerk your body from their grip on pure instinct, every move you had ever learned flying of the window.