Marvel Imagines

Owe You (Steve Rogers X Reader)

Prompt: You're severely injured during an attack on a HYDRA base. Steve watches you fall and instantly abandons his objective, now solely focused on getting you out alive.

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It was cold.

It was windy.

It was snowy.

Just an all around miserable day to be launching a full blown attack on a HYDRA base located literally in the middle of nowhere.

"The base looks like it's on lockdown," The voice of Tony Stark sounds through the earpiece lodged in your ear.

"There's got to be people home," Steve Rogers mutters from beside you, his shield in hand at at the ready. "Get JARVIS to scan for-"

"Already on it, Capsicle," Tony huffs, the sound of distant repulsor shots echoing over the line directly to your ear. "What do you think I am? 100 years old or something?"

"Be nice, you two," A new, feminine voice joins the conversation, sounding slightly out of breath. "We can't have someone getting their feelings hurt."

"Of course not," You chime in, chuckling. "Nat's right, fellas. We should probably focus up."

"Right," The Captain mutters, passing you a look of something you can't quite make out. "Tony, how many targets?"

"I'm reading about fifty or so... wait..." He trails off, a sudden sharp intake of breath cutting through the silence.

"What is it, Stark?"

"Cap, you've got incoming. And lots of it."

"What do you mean?" Now it's your turn to press the billionaire for answers, the grip around your batons tightening. "How many is 'lots of it'?"

"Maybe a couple hundred or so."

A couple hundred?!

You want to scream curses at the man on the opposite end of the line, but you refrain yourself, instinctively backing closer to Captain America's side.

"Did everyone hear Stark?" Steve asks over the comms, urgency sounding in his tone. "Everyone needs to regroup on my position ASAP."

An eerie silence settles around both you and Steve standing in a small clearing of the snow filled forest, back to back, weapons outdrawn and at the ready.

"I don't get it," You mutter, sparing a glance over your shoulder at the man behind you, his expression appearing almost weary looking. "He said that we have incoming, meaning that they should be here alrea-"

The clatter of gunfire and shouts in what sounds like Russian replace the earlier silence, both you and Steve instantly tensing.

"You ready to kick some ass, Rogers?"

At this, the blond super-soldier just smirks, stepping around and in front of you in one swift motion, beginning to sprint towards the incoming opposition.

"Try and keep up!"

Rolling your eyes, you take off running after him, loaded pistol in one hand, baton in the other.

The trucks begin to roll in, teeming with HYDRA personnel, all of which seem incredibly angry.

I wonder why.

"Why are y'all so angry all the time?" You shout, punching a nearby agent in the gut before hitting him across the head with your baton, sending him flying off of the truck you'd managed to hop up on.