Avengers Imagines Book

Twins (Rogers)

Twins (Rogers)

*set back in the 40s, my apologies if time doesn't match up exactly. Enjoy!*

"Steve! Wait!" you yelled after your twin brother, Steve Rogers. He was a ways ahead of you talking to Bucky, and you felt pretty alone at the moment. Your parents were gone, and it was just him (and Buck) that you had left. You never had a lot of friends, and it wasn't like you'd get more at this point. It was mostly you, Bucky, and Steve. But now Steve was ignoring you and making you upset.

"Steve!" you yelled again, hurrying to catch up with the boys. This time, it seemed they heard you and stopped. Both turned around to see you hurrying up to them. "Please don't just leave me like that," you whispered, pushing your hair behind your ear and walking with them. Their conversation continued.

"Look Buck, I don't want to go back to Coney Island and...ya know...throw up...again..." Bucky bursted out laughing, and you released a chuckle or two. Steve gave you the stink eye and you stopped, but your smile remained on your face.

For the rest of the walk home, you all talked and laughed about random things like usual. You we about to add something, when a larger arm snaked around your waist and a hand clamped around your mouth. Your eyes widened like in the cartoons you and Steve used to watch all the time, but this was no laughing matter. The person kidnapping you was most likely a man, just based on their build. In your attempt to break free from him, you kicked and hit, and screamed through his hand. One of your feet managed to nudge Bucky's shoulder, and he turned around just as the man was shoving you into a car.

"(Y/n)!" You heard Steve's voice, and you assumed they were running after you. But with Steve's health issues, there was no way you'd be saved.

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At some point during the journey, wether it was forceful or not, you had fallen asleep in the cramped trunk space. It wasn't a peaceful awakening, it was because something hit the car, jarring you awake. There was yelling coming from the front, and you swore you heard a gun fire. Sirens went off in your head screaming "THIS IS DANGEROUS. RUN, SCREAM, JUST GET OUT." So you tried that.

"Help!" you screamed, then started to pound the door of the trunk. You heard a faint swear and demand for silence from the front, but you ignored it and kept slamming on the trunk. "Get me out!"

More commotion went on in the front of the car, and this time you were sure you heard a gunshot. Now you screamed, not even coherent words, just sound for somebody to help you. Finally the trunk popped open and you instinctively scooted backwards into the corner of your space.

In front of you, there were two people. One was an older man who was wearing an army outfit, with lots of medals and such on his chest. The other was a woman, also wearing a military outfit. She was younger, with bright red lips.

"Are you alright?" the woman asked you, and you noticed she had an accent that sounded British. Your body shook, and you were barely able to shake you head no. She held out a hand and you put yours out as well. Even though you were 25, this woman handled you delicately. You assumed she had assumed herself about the severity of the situation. It might not of been as bad as she was thinking, but what had happed was enough to shake anyone up.

"Can you give us your name?" the man asked. His voice was harder, American for sure. He didn't seem as patient as the woman did. In honesty, you were a bit scared. "I'm Colonel Phillips of the United States Army, if that makes you feel better," he said, mumbling the last part.

You opened your mouth and waited for sound to leave it. "My...my name is (Y-Y/n). (Y/n) Rogers," you answered. He nodded and wrote something, probably your name, down on a clipboard. The woman next to you kept a hold of your hand and led you over to the Jeep they had been in.