The soldiers. Steve Rogers/Captain America x reader

War wounds come back

You were reading your book and were in the sicknesses that started with T when something smashed through the window.

Shards of glass flew everywhere. Glass littered the floor. They flew everywhere. One dug into the wound on your back. You bit back the urge to yell in pain.

You looked around you. The walls were damaged. Your gaze drifted towards the object that had caused all this confusion. A series of men had walked inside the Stark Tower. On the outside, hovering above the air was a contraption that resemble the image in the dictionary just underneath Helicopter.

You saw Steve eye's flutter open. You knew he would be in no condition to fight them. You slowly raised your blanket so that it covered his head. "Stay down." He was completely covered by the blanket. Not even a stray bit of hair went over. The lump on the sofa though was pretty obvious that there was someone there.

What you didn't know was that Steve Rogers was planing to fallow you even if you would not allow him to.

You walked towards the men witch you recognize to be AIM workers. Why were they here?

"May I be of service?" You asked them.

They all became tense. You smiled, maybe they knew it wasn't such a good idea to come while you were waiting for them.

You slowly walked towards the nearest worker, a smile plastered on your face to disguise the anguish you were going through. Then you tried to say the safest thing you could possibly say to these people to avoid further damage.

"If you were to leave now and pay for the damage, we will overlook this unexpected interruption."

The workers were confused but then they saw something, behind you. They started to shot. You ducked, you got narrowly missed by the shots. You swung your foot underneath the worker. He fell hard on the ground. You grabbed his neck and quickly twisted it to the right side.

There was a sickening crack and then the body went limb. Blood was trickling down his mouth and nose.

322. "I am sorry", you whispered in his ear.

You rolled over to where another soldier was and stood behind him. You used him as a human shield to attack the third soldier. You grabbed the head of the soldier you were using as a shield and banged it on the third soldier's head.

They both fell to the ground.

Unfortunately more soldiers kept coming. Two of them seemed to be holding what looked like a weapon.

The men and the weapon was still on the helicopter when it fired. Fortunately, the AIM workers didn't have good aim witch was rather ridiculous when you know their name.

Unfortunately, you still got shot. A burn was forming on your leg, the weapon had cut straight through your flesh and you could only hope you had no broken bones. But that hope quickly vanished when you tried to move. A man was coming near you, you tried to back up against the wall and into the kitchen. The pain was making you want to yell, but you bit your tongue, holding back all the pain. Unfortunately you had had quite a lot of experience doing this.

He slowly took of his helmet, you fumbled in the kitchen, trying to find a knife or a weapon of any sort.

The man stood on your wounded leg. You gasped. You could barely stop yourself from screaming.

"What do we have here?" He asked. He leaned in. His breath was on your face. He had jet black hair and brown eyes. He stared at you. You looked away. He slapped your face so that you were looking him in the eyes. The slap was nothing in itself. The pain was tolerable and just a singal that you should look him in the eye.