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.
'You are out of your mind...this is madness and you know it...'
'We are not leaving her, that's an order...' Steve turns to you again.
You close your eyes again as you let your head hang down.
'It's infected...'
'Thanks doctor obvious...' you reply.
'Y/n..' he warns.
'Let's just move, I can still walk...you don't have to carry me...I'm fine on my own..'
'It's okay if you're not, you know that right?'
'I have to prove that I'm not a wuss, that I am not slowing them down...'
'You don't have to prove anything y/n, it's okay to just..' his voice dies when he sees the look you're giving him.
He helps you on your feet and everyone packs their stuff and so you continue your way to the base on foot.
You're battling everything at once, the blood loss, the pain and the fever. The weather isn't really helping either and Steve can tell.
You walk slower, your breathing is becoming heavier and your eyes tend to roll back now and then.
'Go check on her Steve...' Bucky's words haven't even come out fully yet or you fall down in the snow.
Everyone stops and looks at you as Steve again rushes through the group to reach you.
He checks your head again and this time your skin is basically burning Steve's hand.
He puts his hand under your neck and you look at him. Your eyes dull and your mouth a little bit open to breath.
He then puts your head down and lifts you up bridal style, making you lean against his chest as he walks to the group again.
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'Steve, How is she doing?' Bucky asks as he walks into the tent.
'Better I think...they're getting her medication now but..'
'They has to cut it off...'
'Yeah...'
'Does she....?'
'Yeah she knows...she wasn't too thrilled as expected, but she's asking it better than i expected...' he says looking at you.
You're sleeping, body next to his and your head on his chest as his arms keep you in place.
'I scolded the boys for you, knowing how pissed you were at them even thinking about leaving her behind...and I also know you won't leave her side now until she's feeling better...'
'I...I keep thinking that I shouldn't have brought her along...'
'This isn't your fault, it's Hydras, they put a bullet through her leg not you..'
'Yeah but...'
'Steve, seriously come on...do you wanna know why she loves you?, because you treat her like an equal...'
'She loves me?'
'Yeah punk, the feeling is mutual...you should tell her when she wakes up...'
'Maybe that's for another time...'
'Whatever, just do it soon, I know a lot of guys who would like to spend a night with her...'
'Not that I would let them...' you reply as you nuzzle into Steve's neck.
Bucky chuckles softly as he gets out of the tent.
'You uh, heard everything?'
'Loud and clear...' you reply sleepy as you open your eyes.
'And Bucky's right...the feeling is mutual...because you treat me like an equal...and because you won't let me die out there...'
'How could I ever?'