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

Challenge Accepted...? - Pt.1/1

Your heart pounding due to adrenalin stopped as you awaited an explanation in dreadful silence. What?

"Get your asses out of the building! RIGHT NOW!" the archer yelled over the comms, paradoxically freezing you on spot for a moment, leaving you with thousands of question marks in your head.

"Explosives. Shit ton of them and the timer shows two minutes and change, counting down as I speak," he added and that got you moving.

"My route' shorter to the roof. Sam?" you demanded, index finger pressed to you ear, already heading up, hoping he would respond in affirmative.

"I got ya', Robin."

Speeding up despite every single muscle on your legs burning, you focused on your breathing, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Suddenly, you were very grateful for all the cardio you had been forced to do. For every single morning run-

"Steve?" your hand shot up to your comms once more.

"I'm nearly at the exit," Clint announced instead.

"Me too," came Nat's voice.

You growled in frustration; Steve's voice probably couldn't come through as the legendary spy duo spoke practically at the same time.

As far as you knew, the servers were at the basement and the fact Steve didn't report made your spine tingle in horrible premonition.

"Cap? Need a lift from anywhere?" Tony's voice broke through this time and you faltered in your step. "One minute, thirty seconds."

You finally saw the last two sets of stairs. You were sure you must have left your lungs about five floors below, but that was not why you felt your chest constricting.

"Nearly at ninety percent," Steve hissed and this time your feet tangled enough to send you flying headfirst, only years of practice in falling saving your skull from cracking as you curled up, landing on your side.

The edges of the stairs dug into your arm and ribs, but you couldn't care less for that, air knocked out of you altogether at the exclaim.

What the FUCK-

"Rogers, get your ass out of there!" Natasha yelled at him, out of breath herself and honestly you loved her at that moment.

You couldn't make yourself to get up from the floor, paralyzed, panic squeezing your heart. He was not going to make it!

"Ninety-three-"

"And only a minute left, you idiot!" Tony spitted out. "Get out!"

"Robin, still on your way?"

"Ninety-six."

"For fuck's sake, Rogers!" Clint panted to the comms.

You only managed to blindly stare ahead, forcing your brain to imagine the blueprints of the building, calculating the route Steve might use to get out, your mind sinking into dark waters of horror as you realized there was no fucking way he would-

A crash sounded from above on your left, your head snapping that way on instinct just in time to see Sam burst in and the door hit the wall.

"Robin! Can you get up? We really need to-"

Strong hands pulled you to your feet as Steve's voice, impatient, rang in your ears.