Good ⭐️ Steve.

                                    

                                          
Song: Jack Novak ft. Blackbear - If it kills me (DM Galaxy remix) 
                          
Imagine: you're hurt and Steve constantly helps you, annoying you a bit. 
                          
(It's in the 40's, you're on a mission with the whole group) 
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The air was cold and the strong wind slices your cheeks. 
                          
The wind also making you tear up and the tears slide down your cheeks, making the wind even more painful. 
                          
The pain in your body slowly consuming you, you got shot in the leg while protecting the commandos. 
                          
But you ain't no quitter, so you keep going and going, much to Steve's disliking. You're his best friend, maybe even live interest. You're not sure. 
                          
'Shit!' You curse as you fall to your knees. 
                          
'Y/n...' Steve turns around worried as he rushes through the group to help you up.
                          
You slip away and land on the floor again. You let out an angry groan as you slam your fist on the ground. 
                          
'Let's just rest for a moment here...' 
                          
'No, we need to keep going...' 
                          
'We can't keep going if you are like this...' 
                          
'That's not your call to make Steven...' you say as you sit against a tree. 
                          
'That is my call to make, just put the stuff down and have some rest...' 
                          
'You're such a hypocrite Steve...always pushing yourself over the limit but no, when I want to do it, you cut me off...' you sigh. 
                          
'You're in pain...and your moody..' 
                          
'Yeah of course I am, I've been fucking shot...maybe that's why I'm so moody...' you reply.
                          
Steve stands next to you, giving you the scolding face. 
                          
You sigh as you close your eyes, swallowing thickly as you let out a soft groan, your head laying against the tree. 
                          
'Let me take a look...' Steve squads down and slowly removes the already blood bandage. 
                          
You push your head further against the tree and you squeeze your eyes, signalling the pain. 
                          
'Sorry I know it hurts...' Steve apologises. 
                          
He takes a look at your leg and you can tell it's nothing good. 
                          
He then feels your forehead and he retrieved his hand with a worried look. 
                          
'You're burning up...does anyone of you have any medication left?' He asks the squad and they all shake their heads. 
                          
'Steve we can't keep going like this they will catch up with us and that will be our end...' 
                          
'So what are you saying?, that we should leave her here to die?' 
                          
'It's her or us!' 
                          
'So much for saving your ass out there!, I jumped in front of a bullet to fucking save your sorry ass and now you wanna leave me to fucking die?!' You snarl. 
                          
'She's going to get us killed Steve...' 
                          
'We're not leaving her, I'll carry her if I have to, I don't care, we're not leaving anybody behind!' He silences them.