Marvel Oneshots

Dammit Where's My Shield?

Steve's POV

"Alright Mr. Rogers, ready to go home today?" The doctor asked.

"More than anyone can know." I said.

"Great, do you have anyone to pick you up?" She asked.

"Yeah, they should be here soon." I said. I sat up.

"Okay, here are some clothes." She said and handed my stuff back to me. I got changed.

"Hey." Nat said.

"Hey, car outside?" I asked.

"No, I expected that you could walk all the way to the apartment right after you got out of the hospital." Nat dryly said.

"Haha." I responded. We walked out to the car and she drove me back, apparently after you break a few ribs you can drive. Just plain annoying. We arrived at my apartment. We walked in and I sat down on the couch.

"Any sign of my shield in the pick up?" I asked. It's been six weeks and yet my shield still hasn't been found.

"No, but Stark did finish Sams wings." Nat said.

"Alright."

"Relax, what would you even use it for. The doctor said that you can't do any hero work for another three weeks."

"Yabba yabba yabba, who cares, that's for normal people whereas I am a super soldier."

"More like super injured soldier."

"I'm gonna put my stuff back in my room." I said. And by my stuff I meant the get well cards from the Avengers.

They said stuff like "Oh great you got hurt again" "Your gonna beat Clint's record for amount of times injured in a year." "Really you idiot, again" "Why did my dad constantly talk about you, your dumb ass got injured again." "Congrats"

I saw my shield in my bed.

"Nat! You sure no one entered my apartment!" I called out.

"Yeah why?"

"My shield it on my bed."

"What!" We did a sweep of the apartment but there were no signs of forced entry. I went back to my room and picked up my shield. Under it was a my sketch book. A piece of paper stuck out of the back. Why the back, why not use the next available page?

Really Punk, after 90 years I'm still picking up your shit. Come on you're a grown ass man. -Jerk

He knew not to snoop through my drawings. I smirked. "Nat, I think I know who broke in." I called out, I think she was raiding my kitchen, I don't know.

"Who?" She said with what sounded like a full mouth. Definitely raiding my kitchen.

"The same guy who pulled me out of the river." I said.

"He's the same guy who dropped you into the river!!! How many times do I have to tell you!"

"He changed. How many time you I have to tell YOU!!!"

"I still don't understand how you haven't gotten killed yet." Nat mumbled.

"I heard you!"