(Y/n) sat slumped against the wall of the abandoned building. Her coms were broken, a stray bullet that had just missed her head, had shattered the earpiece and she was out of bullets. Meaning that she had no way of contacting the rest of the team, and if one Hydra's henchmen came around the corner, the only thing that she had to defend herself was the bowie knife that Sam had gifted her for her birthday.
As she tried to stand, the pain of the gunshot wound to her leg sent agonising electrical impulses that seemed to radiate throughout her entire body, causing the agent to fall back to the floor. Back to sitting in the pool of her own blood that seemed to be getting larger by the minute. She had put a tourniquet above the wound, using her belt to try and stop the flow of the crimson liquid that seemed to be running in torrents from the wound. But no matter how tight she tried to make it; the blood carried on flowing.
One more time she desperately tried to raise someone, anyone, on the comms. For even though she knew that there was no hope, it wasn't in her to give up. And as far as (Y/n) was concerned, the fat lady still wasn't ready to sing just yet.
(Y/n) pulled out the bowie knife from behind her back and looked at the inscription on the blade that had been etched in in a beautiful script. "To the only girl that I don't mind kicking my ass. Sam." (Y/n) couldn't help but smile, the relationship between her and Sam had always been "complicated". She had had warnings about Sam from Natasha, before she had even stopped foot in the Avengers compound. That the former pararescue airman had a silver tongue, and quite a reputation with the ladies. And as soon as she had met the sarcastic, annoying, yet beautiful man, (Y/n) hadn't been sure how to take him, or what to think. And from that moment, things had been "complicated". Very complicated.
From the first day that she had moved in with the other Avengers, she had formed a good relationship with Tony, Bruce, Steve and the others. But with Sam it was different. To begin with she wasn't sure whether she could really stand the big man or not. Actually finding him more irritating than even Bucky did. Their verbal stoushes often having to be broken up by the rest of the team. But after one particular fight that had actually turned physical in the gym. Culminating in (Y/n) handing a shocked Sam his ass on a platter. The pair had ended up on the floor with Sam on top of her in a very compromising position. The said compromising position, resulting in the two combatants ending up as naked as the day they were born, in the nearest bed they could find.
From that moment on, the two former rivals had become the perfect team, much to the shock of the others, who weren't seemingly able to figure out what had changed between the pair. The others not realising that the two would spend their nights cuddled up in a bed, talking about anything and everything. About the world and life. About what could happen in the future. And about a trip that they would take to Bora Bora. A trip that would allow them some time away from the others. From missions and bad guys trying to end the world.
But one evening. An evening where Tony had paid to take over some fancy nightclub. The place heaving with all the hangers on, that desperately wanted to meet the Avengers. With hero groupies that hoped to get to know one of the boys a little better. (Y/n) had caught Sam kissing another woman. The agent just staring in disbelief, as Sam had looked at her. Guilt and shame evident on his face. The woman that he had been kissing, just smiling smugly, as (Y/n) turned and left. Left the nightclub. And left the compound.
As the days had turned into weeks, and then into months, (Y/n) remained away. Only returning to the compound for missions. The agent never speaking to Sam. Never even looking at him, as they sat across the Quinjet from one another. The others, who were still unaware of their previous relationship, all wondering why the pair no longer spoke. Sam refusing to even tell Steve what had happened. Leaving the captain to grow more and more concerned, as (Y/n) and Sam had thrown themselves into each and every mission and job that the team was given, with little regard for their own life.
Then one day, Tony had taken it upon himself to intervene. Dragging the agent into the labs and informing F.R.I.D.A.Y that she wasn't to let (Y/n) out, or anyone in, until (Y/n) had told him what the hell was going on. The two of them sitting in absolute silence until (Y/n) had sighed and told him everything. That she and Sam had been a thing, or she thought they had. That she had caught the airman kissing one of the women in the club. The conversation ending up with a sobbing (Y/n), and an irate Tony that was trying to calm her. The billionaire informing her that despite what she believed, it was Wilson that was the fool for letting her go. And that from now on, she had to stop from trying to get herself killed. A promise that (Y/n) had reluctantly made.
And then, one night, after a long mission, (Y/n) and the others had found themselves in a little, out of the way dive bar. Some of them playing pool, while the others sat around and played cards. (Y/n) finding herself all alone, in the far corner of the bar, drinking a well-earned beer. A sigh leaving her lips, as Sam took a seat on the stool next to her.
"So?" He had said, as he had moved uncomfortably on the barstool next to her, watching as she stared into her glass.
"You know, there was only one thing that kept me from really trying to get myself killed since you left the compound. Since you refused to talk to me. And that was that I had promised that I would take my girl to Bora Bora. That we would have those fancy drinks with all that fruit and paper umbrellas. And that we would make love in the sand under a big moon like they do on those romantic movies." Sam said, reminding her of the conversations they used to have as they snuggled up under a blanket on the sofa, watching stupid quiz shows together.
"So, why don't you take her then? I'm sure your girl would love to go to Bora Bora. Though I would have thought that you would have a bit more class than to offer to take her, where you said that you would take me. Though we are talking about you, Wilson." (Y/n) hissed disdainfully in reply, choosing to keep her eyes on her glass, despite the fact that she wanted to look up into Sam's soft, deep brown eyes. Eyes that she missed so much.
"Jesus, (Y/n). I am talking about you. You are my girl. My only girl. I don't even know who that woman was in the club. She had been through all the others before she even got to me. She even tried to manhandle Bruce. The only one she didn't go near, was Tony. And if you had just let me, explain. If you had just let me tell you what had happened. If you had picked up your cell. I would have told you that" Sam said, as he took her face in his hands and turned it so that she was looking at him.
"I love you, (Y/n). And I miss you. I miss eating popcorn and watching our dumb shows on tv. I miss the way you make me feel. The way you smell. And I want you back. I don't want to be without you anymore." Sam told her. Brushing away the tears that were racing down her cheeks, with his thumb.
"You swear that, that's all true? Promise me, Sam. Because I don't think I can last much longer without you. I still love you, but I won't let you hurt me. I........"
"Hey, hey, hey. I swear that it's all true. When you left the club that night, I ran after you, trying to find you. There is no one else for me, but you, (Y/n). There never will be. And I will never hurt you. I promise." Sam told her, moving his stool a little closer.
"Oh, Sam." (Y/n) replied, as she threw herself into his arms. The pair savouring the smell and warmth of the other, as they just sat there in the bar.
"Come on. Let's get out of here. Jeopardy is on tonight, and I've missed you making me feel like an idiot." Sam chuckled, as he helped (Y/n) from her seat and pulled her to the door. The pair holding one another close, as they made their way back to the compound.
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(Y/n) shook her head, fighting away not only the memories, but also trying to keep herself conscious. She had no idea how long she had been sat there, or how much longer she would last. But deep down, she knew that Sam would be looking for her.
"(Y/N)!" A voice suddenly shouted out. Though it sounded faint through (Y/n)'s muffled mind. The loss of blood finally taking its toll on her body.
"Jesus Christ!" (Y/n) stay with me honey." Sam said, as he swooped down and knelt by her side. The rest of the team arriving soon after and crowding around the pair.
"We're gonna get ya outta here, just stay with me." Sam continued, as he picked her up and took her to the plane. The airman setting (Y/n) down so that Bruce could remove the bullet from her leg, and set up an IV, using Sam as the blood donor.
"You gotta stay with me (Y/n), I can't lose you, honey." Sam said quietly, ignoring the inquisitive look from Bruce.
"Sam." (Y/n) croaked, trying to grip onto his hand, as he shifted to sit closer to her side.
"You know you still owe me that trip to Bora Bora, with those fancy fruit drinks, and the sun, sand and everything. So, don't go thinking that I am going to let you get away with it again." (Y/n) said, trying to fight off the drowsiness that was taking over her body.
"Anything you want honey. Now rest, and I'll wake you when we get home." Sam told her, brushing the hair from her face.
Sam smiled to himself. (Y/n) wasn't out of the woods just yet, and the wound would take some healing. But this time he wasn't going to let anything come between him and (Y/n). And this time, when he promised his girl Bora Bora, that was exactly what she would get. Fruit drinks and all.