Steve. ❌

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You and Steve were sent on a solo mission together, fighting bad guys was easy when you had a team but now you had to watch your own front and Steve Roger's back.

You shot arrows at lightning speed, watching as agents fell at your feet like dominos

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You shot arrows at lightning speed, watching as agents fell at your feet like dominos. Underneath your confident, ass-kicking facade, was a scared, little girl that didn't know what she was doing. You had been doing this for years but that didn't mean it got any easier.

When an agent got into close enough range you swung your bow around, smacking him hard in the face with its metal frame and providing you with a window to check Steve. He was handling it fine but you could tell struggle was present.

Your time for looking was lost because as you were distracted, the agent you had been fighting drove a knife into your side, dragging the blade all the way to your hip bone. You bit back a scream, taking out your knife from you boot and jabbing him twice in the stomach.

You continued fighting, the adrenaline the only thing keeping you going until Steve knocked out the last one. He stood next to you, using the magnet on his arm to attract his sheild back, still breathing heavily. "Well, that was dramatic." He muttered sarcastically, looking to you when you didn't laugh.

"Y/N?" He asked, his voice slowly getting quieter in your ears. "Are you good?" You shook your head no to tell him you were hurt since the pain was soon coming. Your knees buckled from the blood loss, your sticky hands holding you up as you forcefully squeezed your eyes shut.

You groaned, finally finding your voice. "Fuck, Steve." Was all that managed to come out, a strangled moan falling from your throat moments after. You felt his hands pull you up on wobbly legs before he hitched you onto his hip, carrying you away from the scene. You rested your head against his shoulder, tensing at every movement me made. "Ah," You winced when his suit brushed the tender flesh. "Steve it hurts." You practically sobbed, looping your arms around his neck.

He cringed at the thought of hurting you. "I know, I'm sorry, Y/N." He said, his eyes catching sight of the quin jet. "We're almost there, ok?" He asked, making you nod.

When you reached the jet, Steve lay you down on the table as he told FRIDAY to set course for home but it'd be a few hours before you were even close. You caught a glimpse of the blood that had seeped into the material of his suit from where he was holding you and you cringed.

You slipped in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes but you were awake enough to know that Steve had slipped the top half of your suit off, exposing your injury to him while he tried to stop the bleeding.

"...and there'll be a vile of blue liquid in there somewhere, says HG34 on the side?" A voice you recognised as Bruce's said over the speakers in the jet.

"Yep, got it." Steve replied, lifting the tube with his fingers.

You heard Bruce clear his throat. "Ok, now I want you to inject her with that, it'll make her a little loopy but she won't be in as much pain." As you processed his words, you watched Steve pull the needle out to prepare the shot.

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