Cap Quartet One Shots (Romanogers)

Stranded

"Natasha, what's your status?" I ask through the comms.

"Nat's down, I'm calling this off," Tony says through the radios. "Steve, go help calm down Bruce. Thor, find Clint, he's injured." The others make their various disgruntled comments, and within the next five minutes everyone's on the jet. Natasha has a large gash on her thigh, and cuts all over her. Clint has a broken leg, and the rest of us are just mentally traumatised. I guess when SHIELD and the avengers go to war, nothing is off limits.

"Uh, Tony," Bruce says from the cockpit.

"Yeah?"

"The engine's have been hijacked. We're going down," Bruce replies, and as if on cue the entire plane starts to shake and plummet towards the ocean. I grab a life jacket from the wall andfirst aid kit, though it's only small. Tony and Thor have already jumped into the sea, Bruce and Clint try to share a parachute and fall off, clinging to the ropes, and then it's just me. And Natasha. She is reaching out for a life jacket from where she's laid, but the plane jolts and she falls onto the floor.

"Go on without me," she says. "It's okay." The plane isn't far from the sea now. Ten seconds, at most.

"No it's not okay," I reply. "Come on." I run over, slinging the first aid kit onto my shoulder with the life jacket, and picking up Nat; one hand under her arms and the other under her knees. And then I run.

And jump.

We scream on the way down, and then we are submerged. I can feel Natasha's hands clinging to me, and her screaming in pain underwater as the saltwater gets into her cut. I kick my legs hard and we reach the surface, gasping for air.

"Steve-" Natasha says between taking a breath.

"I got you," I say, also between breaths. There's a huge explosion of fire and debris as the plane combusts into the ocean water. We have to get to land. I can see a tiny island in the distance, so I start to head towards it. But Natasha won't make it; not like this. I put the life jacket on her and start swimming, holding her by my side.

I swim relentlessly, for around a mile, before the waves start to calm slightly and the seabed feels closer. Natasha's breaths are becoming shallow and I'm anxious since she's lost a lot of blood. After a few more minutes, we make it onto the sand. I carry her over to some rocks, and then set her down. She doesn't let go of my wrist though.

"It's okay," I tell her.

"No it's not okay," she says with a small smile.

"We have to sort this cut on your leg," I say. "This might be awkward, but I'm gonna need to cut this trouser leg off."

"Do whatever you have to," she says. "Just don't leave. Please."

"I'm not going anywhere," I reply. "Tell me if I hurt you." Using a knife I had on me, I carefully cut a large hole in her trouser leg. I try to ignore the fact that her underwear is not visible, but that's easy, since the wound is considerably larger than I'd anticipated. There is blood all over the surrounding area, and the actual cut clearly goes deep into the muscle. Oh dear. I open the first aid kit and get out some tissue. The antiseptic bottle has split all over the sand behind me, so I have to use my saliva to wet the tissue.

"Seriously?" She says.

"The antiseptic spilled," I reply. "I'm gonna try and wipe off all the blood around it." I do my best to wipe off the blood in the surrounding area, and then I'm stuck. But I don't want to admit though.

"You don't know what to do, do you?" Natasha says.

"It's not- well- it's gross- I'm not-"

"Yeah you have no idea," she laughs at me then winces. "It's okay. There's some vines over there, go grab a few?" I nod and grab some. She wraps them tightly around her leg, and I watch, both mesmerised by her ability to tend wounds and how she's not throwing up from the pain right now. As soon as she's done she leans her head back against a boulder, her face scrunched up in pain. "Ugh," she complains. "This sucks."

"Yeah, it does," I say. I don't know how to continue. Things have been so awkward between us that neither one knows how to have a normal conversation. It's quiet for a long minute, all we hear are the waves crashing against the sand.

"You know, I was hoping you'd do most of the talking, since I'm the injured one," Natasha says.

"Oh right, sorry," I say. "Do you think the others washed up here too? There's a big hill through some trees behind you, we might be able to get a better vantage point from up there; see how big this island is. But that depends if they even got here, and how bad your leg is. You lost a lot of blood on the way here, wait where are we? Are there sharks? I don't have many fears but-"

"Okay, shut up," she says, her eyes tight shut.

"Hey," I say, kind of offended. "I was talking."

"Yeah. Too much about stuff that doesn't matter."

"How does it not matter? We're stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean, with no means of survival, and you're saying it doesn't matter?"

"Well yeah it matters, but not that much. We've got more important things to talk about!"

"Like what?"

"How to stop things from being awkward between us! You haven't looked me in the eye since that movie!"

"First of all, you can take half the blame, and second of all, that was a damn good film!"

"It was Tangled," she says.

"How does that change things?!"

"Can we stop shouting? It's killing my head," she says. I nod and roll my eyes. "Look," she continues, "Since we kissed, things have gotten weird. Now before the mission, I weighed up the pros and cons of everything, and it's either everything or nothing between us Steve. Your choice." She pressed a hand to her temple.

"I'm gonna go find some clean water. Stay here, I'll think about it," I say, and get up.

Natasha's POV

Steve gets up and leaves in such a way that he clearly hoped to be in an angry storm off, but he ended up checking on my leg and making sure I wasn't going to die in the short time he'd be gone.

He hadn't seen any Disney movies since the forties, and after finding out that it was still a thing, he was desperate to see them. So I promised him a movie night. He asked everyone else but they were all busy, so it was just me and him, lying on either side of the blankets on his bed, staring at the ceiling where the movie was being projected.

I chose Tangled, my personal favourite - I won't tell anyone that though. He was so absorbed in it, he didn't see me looking over at him during the song 'I've got a dream.' He was nodding his head along, a small smile plastered on his face. It made me warm inside seeing him so happy. I concluded during the next ten minutes of the film that perhaps I did like Steve in that way, just a little.

And then at the scene where they're in the boat and they're singing I See The Light, I could feel his eyes on me, and I didn't know what to do. I looked at him too, and I wasn't quite sure what was happening until we were kissing, on the bed, right until the song finished. It was like nothing I've felt before, Steve was different. We finished the movie and I left; neither of us mentioned the kiss. It's been awkward ever since.

Time flies quicker than I thought, because Steve returns from the forest carrying a container full of water. He brings it over and makes me drink most of it.

"I'm fine Steve, you need some too," I say.

"But your leg-"

"Doesn't need water."

"If you say so," he says, and finishes it. "How's the leg?"

"Painful," I reply. His face drops. "But less than when we got here."

"I've - uh - I've thought about 'us'," Steve says. He pauses and then says, "I guess we should make the best of it while we're here, and that means..." he doesn't finish his sentence.

"This?" I ask, and lean forward to kiss him on the cheek. He intercepts me though so we end up actually kissing for a minute. I think I know his answer now.

"This counts as making the best of it, right?"

"Obviously."

a/n: any one shot ideas im kinda stuck x