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Stay With Me (Steve Rogers X F!Reader)

First post ever! I wrote this for my friend on Instagram, and I wanted to share it here! I hope you enjoy and any feedback/comments are appreciated!

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptive injury, blood, vomit, hospitals, language (possibly?)

Steve x Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain. All you could feel was pain. Not just some mild cramping like you usually get during missions, but hot, searing pain. Your entire body felt like it was on fire; your head throbbing as if it was getting ready to explode. 

Just as you were about to drift off into what felt like an endless void, you heard something. It almost sounded like.....gun fire? Some shouting? Maybe some explosions? What was going on? Why couldn't the world just let you fade deep into the weightlessness of the void?

Groaning, you attempted to blink away the nausea and fatigue, sitting up to get a look at your surroundings. There were trees all around you; their leaves covered in a thick layer of heavy snow. 

Snow....that explains the extreme cold beneath you, along with the softness you felt on what usually is rock hard ground. The sun was bright and beating down on you, much too bright for the liking of your pulsing headache. 

It was all too much, you leaned over on your knees and threw up, the foul taste of stomach acid coating your mouth afterwards. Not wanting to look at the mess you made, you covered it up with snow and continued to look around. You saw your teammates, but they all seemed busy fighting your enemy. 

That's right, you remembered what you were there for; Hydra had files on the Red Room, so Tony and Natasha organized this mission to get them. However, things went south pretty quickly as Hydra had been expecting you and the other Avengers. You looked around for someone, anyone who could help you get back to the Quinjet; you knew you were in no condition to fight any further. 

"....hello? Guys, I need...." you paused, holding your breath so you didn't release anymore bile, "I need help. My head..." 

Nobody picked up on comms, the line was dead. Cursing under your breath, you squinted your eyes and saw a figure in the distance fighting off about three foes. It seemed like they were losing. Badly. With further inspection, you saw it was Steve, your captain and your boyfriend. 

"Shit...." you had two options: you could either sit there and wait for someone to find you, or you could go and help Steve, and then he could help you get back to the Quinjet so Helen could nurse your condition. 

You chose the latter and slowly stood up, limping your way over to your captain, drawing your knives. The foes didn't see you coming, so you quickly stabbed one from behind, hitting them in the spine. They screamed as they went down, making the other two focus on you rather than Steven. 

You huffed as you took on one while the blond handled the other. As you were so focused on your fight, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. Steve had taken down his opponent but quickly noticed a fourth Hydra agent closing in behind you.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, pushing you out of the way and taking the hit for you; the bullet penetrated his stomach, making him fall to the ground. 

Out of rage, you quickly finished off your original enemy before knocking out the man who shot Steve. 

When that was done, you allowed the panic to settle in and you rushed over to the blond, "Steve! Oh my god...." you breathed out, your blood running cold at the sight of blood spreading along his suit, staining it a deep red. 

He coughed and tried to send you a reassuring smile, but it came out as a wince. Quickly, you dropped to your knees and placed pressure on the wound, letting out a quiet sob at the whimper he released. 

"I know, Stevie. I know it hurts....SOMEBODY! STEVE'S DOWN! PLEASE!" you began crying out for one of your teammates to hear you. 

More coughs escaped his lips, some blood following, "(Y/N)…sweetheart...." he wheezed out, his deep, blue eyes locking on to your bloodshot ones, "it's okay." 

Aggressively, you shook your head, pressing more pressure into his stomach; an action that made the Captain America cry out in pain, tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Why?! Steven why...." you cried, your head rapidly looking around for anybody who could help you. 

Mustering all his strength, he reached a shaking, bloody hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

"I promised..." he gasped for breath, making your eyes widen, "...that I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise." 

You shook your head, "not like this! This isn't protecting me!" you scolded, wincing as your arms began to cramp from keeping pressure on his stomach. 

You made the mistake of looking down, seeing his thick and sticky blood coating your hands, the thought making you want to throw up again; your own injuries were nothing but a distant memory as you focused on keeping the man in front of you alive. 

As the moments passed, his breathing became heavier and more labored, coming out in slow pants and his eyes began to flutter closed, then open lazily every few moments. 

"Hey....hey!" you quickly removed one hand to lightly smack his cheek, smearing his blood over his skin, "keep your eyes open, soldier. That's an order." 

He chucked breathlessly, ending in a cough, "look at my pretty girl...giving the orders now..." 

Just as you were about to give up, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, making you cry out in joy, "Stevie, hang in there a little longer! Someone's coming!" 

His eyes refused to open, his breathing becoming faint and shallow. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)....I love....." he coughed, blood pouring from his mouth, "I love you..." 

Just like that, you couldn't hear his breathing anymore, "Steve?" 

You shook him a little, getting no response, "Steven! Wake up! Don't you dare leave me! Not now! STEVEN!" 

Nothing. No response. Your chest heaved as you sobbed, clinging to his seemingly lifeless form...… 

Lights. Bright, white, hot lights. Throbbing. A terrible pain in his head. A weird burning sensation in his stomach; every time he shifted slightly he felt like his insides were being torn apart. Squinting, Steve slowly opened his eyes, assessing his situation. 

He asked himself if he was dead, he couldn't tell. But....then he heard it. The damned beeping sound of the heart monitor. As annoying as he found them, he was glad to hear it; it meant he was still alive and kicking. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted you fast asleep in an uncomfortable plastic chair, your hand securely locked around his. He smiled weakly, squeezing your hand in his. 

The subtle gesture suddenly jolted you awake, your eyes filling to the brim as you saw him awake and smiling, "....Stevie?" 

His grin seemed to grow tenfold. 

Despite all the pain he felt, despite the feeling of his throat being ripped apart, and even despite the fact that he felt like he wanted to sleep for the next five years, he breathed out what seemed to be the most soothing words in existence, "it's going to take more than a bullet to keep me from my best girl."

Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from:  Anonymous

"I'm telling you, you're doing this in a wrong way, Steve" Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk. The problem was the liquid was cold. Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve's hand. "Give it to me. He's going to be sick if you'll feed him with a cold milk!" brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. "It shall has a room temperature."

Steve grinned, looking at his friend. "I didn't know you know that much about children" he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger. "Nah. It's just an instinct.." he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve's fingers. Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy's back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink. Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch. Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths. "Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!" Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.

***

Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry. Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby's bedroom. Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks. Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms. "Hey, baby boy.." he whispered in a soft voice of his. "Why are you crying?" Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy. Bucky couldn't help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back. "That was incredibly sweet."

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend's eyes. However he only nodded, smiling too. "I've been telling you. It's nothing more but instinct" brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve's side before he left the room.

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Jeez, don’t die on me!

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Prompt: "Jeez, don't die on me!"

"Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!"

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: Blood Mentions, Swearing, knife wound

Word Count: 800+

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- ___?... ___! Where the hell are you! - I heard through the earpiece, I didn't have much strength to speak and much less to move from the cold floor of that building. Blood was coming out of my body as I had some knife wounds on me. My muscles did not work a hundred percent due to the fatigue of fighting. This mission was not as important as the others, but being separated from the other teammates, the opponents were able to reach me faster.

It was Bucky, Steve, Natasha and me inside the fight. In the distance I could hear hurried footsteps running towards me, strong arms took me and brought me close to a chest, I saw a blur to which I couldn't decipher who it was, but once he spoke, I could tell him apart.

- ___, you're here!... You're... bleeding! It's too much...- Steve took my body in his arms and I felt how he ran towards what seemed to be the ship to return, I started complaining a little from the drastic change of position.

- Steve? ... Let go of me, I can… - I tried to get out of his grip, but I was too weak.

- Stop complaining at least once in your life and try not to close your eyes, okay? - I sighed and nodded slightly, I struggled not to close my eyes, but sleep was taking over me. He looked at my face for a few seconds, seeing how my eyes closed on their own.

- Jeez, don't die on me! - He let out an angry shout as he quickly entered the ship.

- Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!... And this is not my time to die. - I tried to sound as strong as possible, but came out weak and soft.

Shakily, he left my body on a nearby table. Before sighing loudly. - Not even when you are bleeding and dying, you can put aside your stubbornness. Now try to hold out until the tower to be healed.-

I opened my eyes a little, but closed them again because of the clarity of the lights. We waited for everyone until they arrived, and we started heading to the tower as quickly as possible. There was panic, sadness, fear, in everyone's eyes when they saw me on that table with blood around my body and on my clothes, but they kept quiet to not stress me more than I was. At times, I moved some part of my body, but there was always that hand that kept me still in my place.

- Steve, leave me alone, my body hurts, don't you see? Let me move a little. - I mumbled as I reached my trembling hand up to his to remove his hand. - Do you not understand that you should be calm without making an effort? - He responded in the same way, I could find concern in his voice.

- I'll be fine, ok? Remember, ___ never dies. I could burn your hand, but I have no strength. - I gave a small smile before opening my eyes a little, to meet his gaze. - I'm fine, don't worry too much and don't blame yourself either, I was the one who separated from you guys, I kinda deserved it. - I laughed softly until I saw a smile from that man. - There's the smile that I love, but please remove your hand, I want to move my muscles a little. -

After some talks and fights between us, we were able to reach the tower, and they immediately took me to surgery to close my wounds and give me blood transfusions because of the big loss I had. Hours later, already in my room, I heard the door open and a person enters, it was him.

- Hi... How do you feel? - He sat next to me and I turned a little as I could to see him. I smiled when I saw his eyes full of concern. - I feel awesome as if someone had hit me with a truck. I told you I'd be fine, but you're so in your mind that you never listen to me. - I saw when he started laughing and then he started looking for my hand, once he took it, he caressed my knuckles which were bruised from fighting.

- I'm fine now, stop worrying, in less than a week I'll be ready to kick your ass in practice. - I smiled happily and saw how he approached to kiss my forehead, I closed my eyes feeling his lips while I had a smile on mine. - For the first time, I will say that I would love for you to do it. - Only our laughter could be heard from the room, while everyone outside was listening to our conversation with a smile on their face.