One Shots

I'm Scared - Steve Rogers

Sweat drops were rolling down your forehead as you punched the punching bag for the... You didn't even know how many time this was. You needed to release some emotions, like anger, grief and uptightness, so you didn't even care.

You were overwhelmed after losing your best friend. You feel like that was on you. She didn't know, that you are some kind of assassin and when suddenly there was about ten guys with guns around you, you needed to protect both of you. Unfortunately, when you thought you got her safe, some asshole who couldn't aim came with a gun and pulled the trigger, of course trying to hit you, but instead it hit Clarissa.

The bullet went through her lung. You couldn't save her. You were begging her to stay awake and not die, but when she said, "Wh.. at ha- happened? Am I gonna die?" With a lot of coughs between the words, you felt so guilty.

You told her everything is going to be okay and you told her another lie. You didn't want to lie to her when she was dying, but you didn't want her to die thinking, that her best friend was a fraud. So, you told her, that the attack was probably a terrorist attack. She nodded to it and gave you a weak smile. "I always thought I would die in a terrorist attack." Were her last words, before she closed her eyes and the life just leaked out of her.

She was there laying on the ground, her head on your lap as you were kneeled down. Cold, lifeless, dead. Blood were still pushing through the wound, causing a puddle of blood to form under her. It was like a nightmare, but it was worse, because it was true. You heard ambulance sirens from a distance, but it was too late.

You had to leave her there, so you wouldn't get caught by the police. You let go of her and looked at your hands, that were covered in bright red blood. It took you a while to come down from the shock, but when you did, the tears were just streaming down your dirty face like two small waterfalls.

You ran away from the scene, loud sobs eloping your lips. You just ran and ran, until you hit something, or someone. It was like a brick wall, but when you looked up you saw a very muscular man. You couldn't see him clearly, because the tears had fogged your sight.

"Hey, hey, you okay?" Asked the man. No, I'm not okay! You thought, unable to respond to his question. You were having so bad breakdown, that you couldn't handle it. It all was too much, losing your best friend, your only friend, was a feeling, that was crashing you down.

He saw you were all bloody and got concerned. Especially when he heard the sirens of ambulances and police cars.
"What happened?" He asked, you were still unable to respond.
The man then sighed and picked you up bridal-style, carrying you towards the sea of red and blue lights.

"No... Please... My Best friend... She died... In my arms..." You told him between the sobs, that were still leaving your lips. He stopped walking.
"Who are you?" He asked then.

"I'm (y/n)... An assassin for Hydra... Or at least I was..." You told him, not knowing why. Maybe you just wanted to trust that information to somebody and hope he could help you. Because help is what you need in this situation. Going to jail wouldn't help it so much.

"Okay, (y/n). My name is Steve Rogers and I can help you, but I need you to calm down now and trust me." The man said with a calm tone in his voice. You nodded, at this point you didn't even really care, because you couldn't think straight.

Then he took you here. In this old boxing hall, where he has been staying for awhile now, because he was on the run. He had two friends here with him and their names were Sam and Natasha. They are very nice people. They understood me and promised to help. Steve told you, that his best friend has this same issue with Hydra as you, though his state was worse than yours.

You've spent the most of the days in the gym boxing. You appreciate their help, you really do, but it's difficult for you to connect with people. That's why you don't really speak to them and because of that overwhelming feeling of guilt, you don't even want to eat.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the wall near you. You roll your eyes with a sigh and turn around to see Steve.
"Hey, (y/n). You feeling better?" He asked, giving you a encouraging smile.
"No. Not really." You replied, looking at the tips of your sneakers.

He walked closer, crossing his arms over his chest. He stopped about one meter away from you.
"Remember we're here to help. You can ask any of us and we'll be there." He reminds me for the hundredth time.

"See, that's the problem. I can't talk to anyone! I just- I am- I can't..." You say, trying to explain your emotions inside you, but failing again. This is what always happens when you are trying to speak to someone. You just can't do it. You can't express your emotions to anyone.

His face looked sad and worried. Before you could do anything, you were already pulled into his chest. He hugged you. Wow, that felt good. You didn't even know that even that small gesture could help you that much, but it did. It relaxed you and you were finally able to steady your breathing.

"I'm scared." You said and wrapped your arms around his torso. "I'm so so scared." He kept you in his embrace as long as you wanted. And that was a long time, because you enjoyed it so much. You've never really experienced this much closeness to anybody before. You just felt like you could rely on him and let out your emotions.
"No need to be. You're safe here. You're safe with me." He told you calmly.