The Mimic (HE/HIM VERSION)

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The whole team was sprinting. Nobody, not even Steve, wanted to hang around and find out the kind of damage the aliens could do. The best bet was to just escape.

Y/n was running as fast as he could through the giant play structure, cursing pretty loudly as the aliens were basically nipping at his ankles. Maybe it wasn't a great idea to take his boots off, because now he couldn't kick the creatures away without the possibility of losing a foot. The adrenaline coursing through him was the only source of energy keeping him going - well, at least that was what y/n assumed, because he knew his two hours of sleep definitely wasn't the thing that was keeping him going. "Shit!" Y/n yelled to himself as he ran, grabbing a foam pillar as he swung herself around a corner. God, maybe dancing all the way up to the highest floor of the play structure wasn't the best idea.

"Language!" Steve suddenly scolded over the earpiece, causing the rest of the team to begin to chime in with laughter and teasing.

"Did Cap just say... 'Language'?" Tony teased, the sound of him creating shortcuts with the blasters becoming pretty loud over the earpiece.

"He sure did." Nat laughed, beginning to tie a rope to one of the foam pillars so she could scale down the rest of the structure.

"You used to swear all the time as a kid, Steve! Why're you acting like such a prude now?" Bucky teased, wanting to join in on the commotion. Plus, he could never pass up a chance to make fun of his best friend.

"Guys-" Steve tried to interrupt, sighing out of embarrassment. He didn't mean to say it, he just wasn't focusing properly. But, the team was never going to let him live that one down. Never.

"You know we're not in front of the public right now Cap, right? No kids around, just us. There's no need to be a model citizen." Y/n hummed, a smile on his face as the team continued to make fun of him. God, only this team could mess around in such a serious situation. They were all being chased by murderous aliens, but instead found making fun of Steve more interesting. Y/n was currently crawling on his stomach inside one of the tunnels, trying his hardest to navigate the play structure. The aliens were loud behind him, but he seemed to be gaining some sort of speed, just enough that they couldn't attack. Well, that was what he thought until he looked ahead of himself.

There were a group of aliens at the exit to the tunnel, snarling and racing toward him at pretty high speeds. He was surrounded. Aliens behind him, aliens in front of him. Great. Y/n sat up, trying to figure out the best way to escape. He had less than a minute before the aliens were on top of him. He reached into his pockets, cursing to himself as he pulled out a big bundle of bombs that he still had. This was the only way. Y/n tossed a few of the bombs in each direction, reaching up to touch his earpiece. "Bruce, detonate the bombs!" He commanded over the loud screeching and snarling.

"What?! Everyone's still inside!" Bruce responded in confusion. His hand hovered over the detonate button, staring at the building with wide eyes. Those bombs were powerful, and the team had planted hundreds, it wasn't going to be a pleasant explosion.

"Do it!" Y/n shouted, the aliens getting closer and closer with every second that passed. He continued to throw bombs in both directions, making sure that there weren't any left in his pockets. "Bruce! Do it. Now!" He yelled through the earpiece, preparing to try and blast the aliens away. They were getting closer and closer, barely a few steps away. The whole team were yelling over their earpieces as they emptied their pockets of bombs, preparing for a big explosion.

And, just in time, Bruce pressed the button.

The whole building erupted in a series of explosions, the play structure beginning to crumble with the team still inside. The blue goop of alien guts spattered everywhere, covering every wall, every toy, everything. Or, at least what remained of the building.

The tunnel that y/n was trapped in exploded into several pieces. He had curled himself up into a ball to brace for impact, staying in that position as his piece of the tunnel fell and came crashing down into a ball pit. Usually that'd be something that y/n would be happy about, but not when every ball was covered in a thick layer of goop. "Gross..." He murmured to himself, grimacing as he crawled out of the broken tunnel and into the sticky ball pit. He kept his hands up in the air in attempt to not touch the goop, but the rest of him was already drenched.

"Hey, y/n? Maybe taking our shoes off wasn't the best idea..." Scott sighed over the earpiece, the disgust obvious in his voice.

Y/n climbed up and out of the ball pit, frowning as he stepped over debris and alien guts. "Yeah, this isn't very fun." He responded over the earpiece, staring down at his socks which were now drenched in alien goo. This definitely wasn't how he expected the mission to go. Y/n was just having a good time with his music, and then he runs into a random group of strangers that disappeared when everything went wrong. He still couldn't process it all. How was the team going to believe that he saw a green woman, a smiling pile of sticks, a talking raccoon, and an egotistical man? Well, they'd understand the egotistical man. There were quite a few of those in the team already.

As y/n continued to navigate out of the destroyed building, he heard a pained groan coming from a big pile of debris. He frowned, turning around to face the noise. That didn't sound alien. That sounded like someone in the team. "Hey, who's that? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling out his pistol just in case. But, as he walked closer, he noticed Steve's shield on the ground just a few feet away.

Steve was flat on his back, a pained look on his face as he tried to move. His leg was trapped under a giant piece of the play structure, and he couldn't move from where he was positioned, but that didn't stop Steve from trying. "I'm fine." He huffed, trying to push it off of himself, not realising he was just making it worse. He didn't want help. That's why he didn't say anything over the earpiece.

Y/n raised his eyebrows at the sight, putting his hands on his hips as he watched him struggle. "Of course you are." He sighed. If he was on good terms with Steve, he would've immediately jumped in to help. But he was still acting pretty cold with him, despite Natasha's extensive scolding. So, the least y/n could do was watch him struggle for a few more moments.

Once those moments passed, y/n sighed. His struggling was just looking pathetic now. He had to step in. "Here, let me help." Y/n hummed, stepping forward so he could figure out how to get Steve out.