Marvel Oneshots

Sam Wilson x Reader - Criminal

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Y/N's P.O.V.

It should have been an easy job. That's what I was told, anyway. I didn't particularly want to do it, but I needed the money. It was one last job and then I promised myself I was done.
It was a bank robbery, plain and simple.
Although I should have known that it was definitely not going to easy.

"Kid, I'm sorry about this." Jason sighed and I looked at him in confusion.
"I know how much this job means to you. I know you need the money for-"

"Where are the other two?" I asked suspiciously. Alex and Mac were supposed to be here by now. We had the money, we just had to go. Jason was supposed to be the driver, he shouldn't even be in here.

"They're dead." He reached behind him, pulling out a gun and I smacked it out of his hands, dropping the bag of cash. He hit me hard and I fell back, giving him a chance to grab my duffel and run. I pulled myself up and chased after him, seeing him throw the bag in the back of the car with the other two bags. We were supposed to split it equally between the four of us, but I should have known Jason was up to something. He was acting weird the whole time we were planning this heist. Unlike the rest of us, he refused to say what he planned on doing with the money. I know Alex and Mac were going to get married and retire somewhere tropical and I needed the money to finally pay off my sister's hospital fees and pay for the life-saving treatment she needed.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" I pulled him back before he could get in the car and he spun, hitting me just above the temple with something hard. I let go, stepping back, seeing another gun in his hand.

"I really am sorry about this, Y/N." He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, but before I could even react, a man dropped down out of nowhere, a smirk on his lips.

"You're welcome." He smiled, the large metal wings on his back protecting us both.
"Excuse me." I wasn't stupid, I knew who the man was. Sam Wilson, aka. The Falcon, aka. an Avenger. He was a good guy and I was not. As soon as he figured that out, I would be in a lot of trouble. So, whilst he was dealing with my traitorous friend, I managed to grab my duffel bag of money and run. Although, I didn't get as far as I would have hoped. Actually, I barely made it 10 feet before something split the handle of the bag, before planting itself in the wall next to me. I looked at the bullet in disbelief, then up from where it came from, seeing a man with brown hair and a concentrated look on his face. The Winter Soldier. I wasn't stupid enough to try and run. I had better things to do than die.
"You know, where I come from, when a guy saves your life, you don't run away with a big bag of money."

"Well, clearly we come from two very different places." I crossed my arms over my chest, knowing that with the Winter Soldier on the roof, it would be pointless to pull out my own weapons.

"Y/N L/N, right? You're professionally known as the Fennec Fox, ex SHIELD Agent, turned criminal. You worked with the Black Widow on several occasions." The man in front of me spoke with a confident smirk.
"We've been looking for you. Nat would have come herself, but she's busy."

"Well, sorry, you've got the wrong gal. Good luck finding her, though." I stepped away, making him laugh.

"You're a very talented woman. You're wanted in 13 countries and you have committed more crimes than I can count." I clenched my jaw, but continued walking.

"Like I said, you've got the wrong girl." I shrugged.

"No, I know I don't." He replied, following me.
"But we're not here for the reasons you think we are. We need your help, Y/N." I scoffed.

"Why would you need my help?" I asked, not bothering to stop walking.

"Because you have a particular set of skills we need." Falcon replied.
"Help us and we can help you." He put his hand on my shoulder and I stopped.
"We can help your sister." My blood ran cold and I grabbed his hand, turning around, twisting his arm behind his back.

"You don't know a thing about me." I muttered as I brought my knife up to his neck.
"I'm not who I used to be. I don't need or want your help. Stay the Hell away from me." I warned, pushing him forward. I looked up at a nearby roof, seeing the winter soldier looking at me with narrowed eyes. Neither of them stopped me from walking away.

~

I sat by my little sister's hospital bed, looking at her with a frown.

"I'm sorry." A voice spoke suddenly and I spun around, coming face-to-face with Sam Wilson for the second time in the past 24 hours. I glared at him, reaching for the pocket knife in my jacket, but he held his hands up, placing a small bouquet of flowers down before he did.
"Hey, I'm unarmed and I'm alone, I just want to talk. I didn't mean to upset you earlier."

"What do you want from me?" I asked and he sighed.

"I want to make you an offer, that's all. If you don't like it then I'll leave and you'll never see me again." His voice was calm and I knew he wasn't lying.
"Can I?" He gestured to the seat next to mine and I nodded, before he took a seat.
"Look, I'm going to be blunt. Something was taken from the Avengers tower and we need it back. You have a skill for... taking things that aren't yours. You're our best hope at getting it back. If you help us, then we can help your sister and you'll have the opportunity to become an Avenger." I scoffed at that.
"Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton seem to think that you're worth trusting."

"Do you know why my baby sister is in that hospital bed?" I asked and he frowned.
"It's because 15 years ago Nick Fury approached me asking me to do something for him like what you want me to do. He wanted me to steal something and become an Agent of SHIELD and he promised my family protection in return." I looked at the man in front of me seriously.
"SHIELD had more enemies than just HYDRA. And when everything came crumbling down, I was deep undercover in enemy territory. They found my information on the internet and instead of confronting me directly, they went after my family." His face softened slightly.
"They killed my parents in front of me, they almost killed her too. I can't risk her life by helping you. I can't do that."

"You're risking her life by not helping us." Sam looked at me.
"I really am sorry about your sister, but this is the best way to help her."

"What do you know?" I glared at him, shaking my head slightly.

"I know that if I was in your position, if I had done what you have, and that was my sister... she would hate me."

"Guilt tripping me?" I asked, glaring at him.
"You really think that's going to work?"

"No, I'm not guilt tripping you. I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself, Y/N. If you help us, you could save lives. You could save her life." He stood up and placed a piece of paper down with a phone number down on it.
"Think it over. Give me a call if you decide to change your mind." He left the room and I looked at the paper, picking it up.

"Shit." I muttered to myself.
"Wait." I went after him, finding him waiting by the elevator.
"If I agree to this, I want my sister to get the best medical care possible. I need her to be okay. She's all I've got left."

"How does a private hospital sound? She'll have her own doctors and nurses and 24/7 care. All paid for by Tony Stark." I hesitated, before nodding.

"Alright, I'm in." He gave me a charming smile.
"But don't bring my sister flowers again. She hates them."

"Oh, the flowers were for you." Sam grinned, stepping into the elevator.
"You've got my number, text me and we can arrange everything."