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in which you and steve get sent
off on a mission not long after
you catch feelings for one another
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VERY CLICHE AND MAJOR CRINGE-WORTHY MATERIAL WARNING.
i see so many imagines like these and felt inspired to do (yet another) mission oneshot because there's so much that can happen! also i like romance-action stuff and blood and gore hehehhehehehe
yes this is cliche and I'm doing it on purpose this time lmao. because I love cliches ljasdlkfj
and I'm a trashy writer with trashy ideas sooooo here ya go
also appreciation post for @lolitslia for reminding me that my oneshots aren't original enough or too cliche when necessary, basically just being my editor in general and for sending in requests! thanks mate ur the best
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Steve approached your room and carefully opened your door by a crack, first making sure not to simply barge in just in case you were changing or what not before pushing it open the rest of the way.
A few seconds later you came out of your bathroom with a towel in hand, dressed in sweats and a tank top that showed off your toned shoulders. You'd just finished taking a shower and were about to get ready for bed, figuring you really needed to catch up on missed sleep because you'd pulled an all-nighter helping Bruce and Tony in the labs the night before.
Feeling a blush creep up his cheeks, he coughed awkwardly and turned his head away for a moment before looking back at you again.
"Hey," you greeted quietly, sitting down at the edge of your bed, "what's up?"
He sat down next to you and handed you a black manila folder.
"New mission?" you guessed, and he nodded. "Well...that's expected."
"Nothing new," he replied, "the only issue is that we have to get ready to leave by 4:30 a.m tomorrow, and the jet takes off at 5."
"4:30?" you whisper-shouted, "that's really early!"
"I know," he replied, looking down at the floor, "but we don't have any other choice."
"How am I supposed to wake up in..." you peered down at your watch, "barely 5 hours? There's no way I'll be able to do that."
"If you need me to wake you up, I can stay here for the night and do that for you," he offered. "Or just whoever wakes up first, wakes the other person up. If you're alright with that."
"Uh, yeah," you stuttered for a second, feeling your face flush a deep red at the thought of sleeping in the same room as Steve. "That'd be good."
He then proceeded to open the file folder and slid out the papers, and the two of you briefly went over the mission's plans together for the next few minutes.
It sounded relatively simple and straightforward: get into the base, take out all the soldiers, retrieve the data files and free the hostage, then get out, all while trying not to die in the process.
Typical.
You let your head fall against his shoulder, and he involuntarily put his arm around you while he read off the papers, listing information about the HYDRA thugs running the underground base. Neither one of you objected to what the other was doing, so you simply relaxed into his touch and allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a second.
"You okay?"
"Just tired," you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air, "it's nothing really."
But before long, you'd fallen asleep, and upon noticing the steady rise and fall of your chest, Steve released his grip around you and gently placed you laying down on your bed before pulling the blankets up to your chin.
He climbed into bed besides you and watched your sleeping figure for a few moments. Your hair spread out around you like a halo and he couldn't help but take note of the fact that you looked almost angelic in that state.
No, she's my best friend, a teammate, he mentally scolded himself, I'm not supposed to think that way about her. Feelings will only get in my way of successfully completing the mission, and I can't afford for that to happen.
Nor can you afford to lose her, you know, another voice inside his head retorted. Everyone knows that you care about her. What else do you have to lose?
That part was also true.
But he momentarily forgot about any of those thoughts he had and before he could reprimand himself for what he was doing, tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear and let his fingers lightly brush against your cheek, lingering there for a moment.
You smiled subconsciously and he couldn't help but smile as well, despite the voice in his head yelling at him to do otherwise.
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It was still a few hours away from sunrise when you woke up, the skies still gray and pale and on the verge of daybreak. You blinked and squinted at your surroundings, looking around for a minute.
You decided to shift over so that you could sit up but when you attempted to do so, felt yourself being held back by something. Then when you turned your head to the side, you saw Steve snoring softly, with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his face buried into the crook of your neck.
"Steve," you whispered, shaking him awake.
He didn't move.
"Steve," you repeated in a slightly louder voice this time, "you need to get up."
"Oh," he sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning briefly as he ran a hand through his hair to tame it slightly. "Sorry for suffocating you."
"You're good," you spoke hurriedly, trying to ignore your flaming red face and how you swore you could still feel his arms around you, "now hurry. We don't have much time left before we have to get ready."
You grabbed your suit and went into the bathroom, quickly changing and coming out once you were done, as you were tying your hair up into a high ponytail.
Once both of you were suited up the two of you went to the kitchen, grabbed two granola bars that would serve as your breakfast along with your individual duffel bags, and headed straight to the hangar bay where Fury was waiting.
"Rogers, Y/N," Fury bowed his head in greeting, his gaze unmoving, "I assume you understand what is going to happen from this point forward?"
"Yes, sir," you both responded in unison.
"Further instructions will be there in the Quinjet once you board. Make sure to alert Hill and Thor about your locations once you take off and land, so that they'll be keeping tabs on you two at all times. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, then. Good luck and try not to get your asses kicked," he said, then left at that statement.
Steve then turned over to you.
"Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," you breathed out as the two of you boarded the jet, taking your respective seats and preparing for takeoff.
He'd noticed that you zoned out while you were waiting for the jet's back gates to open, and placed a hand on your shoulder as he approached from behind you.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh, what, yeah, I'm fine," you stuttered, shaking your head and stepping down the ramp. "Just fine."
The mission proved to be a difficult one from the moment you stepped foot off of the Quinjet, and the fact that Steve looked really attractive with his authoritative persona and in his suit today for some reason (not that he didn't always look like this, though) didn't help much, either.
If you had been just three seconds later to duck around the corner to dodge the blow from a rather aggressively thrown grenade, you would've either gone deaf or lost a limb.
Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times, contemplating whether or not to ask you what was wrong but when he saw the determined look on your face, chose not to say anything.
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"Y/N! Get over here!" the super-soldier shouted amongst the noise as he tapped his comm on, looking around for your familiar figure. "What are you doing? We need to get back!"
"In a minute!" you shouted back. "I'm kind of stuck here!"
"What do you mean, stuck?"
You cursed yourself under your breath as you felt someone elbow you in the side and inhaled sharply, being knocked to the ground before getting back up and throwing a rough punch at your attacker, all while trying to ignore the throbbing pain in yoru ankle.
Even with knowing that you'd most likely sprained it, though, you still ignored it and kept moving forward.
You smirked upon hearing the sickening crunch of their breaking bones as they fell backwards, their body harshly hitting the ground.
"Y/N, are you alright? Can you hear me? Are you coming?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine, I'm on my way," you grunted as you began jogging (more like limping) to his stated location, "I'll be there in a sec."
Steve's brows furrowed together in concern when he saw a gash running across the side of your left cheek with various cuts and bruises littering your arms, as well as the limp in your walk as you made your way over to him.
"Y/N, you said you were fine," he raised an eyebrow at you as he wrapped an arm across your shoulders to help you back to the jet, speaking with an accusatory tone. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing much," you snorted, gesturing to your ribs, "some idiot jabbed me in the side and I hit my head on something when I fell."
"That doesn't sound like nothing."
You rolled your eyes and walked forward, about to sit back down in the pilot's seat when he stopped you by placing a firm hand on your shoulder.
"You're not gonna fly this," he stated sternly.
"Why not?"
"You're injured."
"I wouldn't consider several cuts and bruises being things that would hinder my ability to man a jet, you know," you pointed out.
"I'm not taking any risks."
You sighed in defeat and got up, moving to the copilot's seat and leaning back, closing your eyes.
"You need the extra rest, anyways. You haven't slept in three days."
"How did you know," you mumbled, half-asleep at this point as the Quinjet smoothly took off into the air.
"Y/N, you never sleep. So just sleep while you can right now, I don't want you to get sick."
"Mhm," you nodded half-consciously, before your head drooped to the side slightly and you drifted off.
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