Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

Nothing but the Truth - Pt.8/8

8. The Resolution

The first thing your foggy brain registered as you woke up was that you must have a flu. There was no other explanation for how you felt.

Every single muscle, every single joint in your body, simply everything hurt and was so, so heavy... confusing images flickered through your mind, images of a dark room and the burning blue of irises, the pain and the poor attempt at a smile, the ring and leather straps, the maniacal grin on the vendor's face—it was all adding to the splitting headache that was keeping you from opening your eyes; because no, no sharp light, thank you very much-

"Hey there, sleepyhead," a velvety voice caressed your ears, gentle fingers lightly squeezing your hand. "You had us worried."

Mind still fuzzy, you groaned, attempting to squeeze the warm hand back, but with zero result.

God, why is it so, so hard to move--

"I'll call a doctor, yeah?"

Grunting something incomprehensible in disagreement, because fuck it, I just want to sleep, you drifted back into blissful ignorance, not having a care for the world.

When you woke up again, it was to Sam's concerned gaze and you did not like that expression on his face one bit.

To your utter shock, he was soon replaced by Tony Stark; though Sam still stayed in your corner while the billionaire gushed about how you had led them right to the bad guy.

"He was crazy, alright. His brain was a like bag of cats and that coming from me? Real deal. Anyway... we couldn't save anyone else. He was... eh, systematic. Putting trackers into the rings, stalking the couples and then he moved onto his mission of testing the true love bullshit and everyone failed, so he had the shocks to-"

Sam cleared his throat meaningfully as you winced, the ghost of the very unpleasant sensation running through your nerve endings, biting chill curling at the base of your spine, flashes of Steve's face, the mask, the vendor, the chairs and the electricity crackling-

"Sorry. Just wanted to say... you did really great. You saved a lot of lives by helping us to lock him away. You basically entered the hero kindergarten," Stark announced almost brightly, earning another ahem from your friend.

You smiled at the genius tiredly. "I'm not planning on joining your superhero group, Mr-" you faltered when he made a face, "-Tony. And... I'd feel better if we could have—if the people who were taken-"

"Hey. Not your fault," Sam interrupted you swiftly, voice as serious as his face. "You did amazing and I hope you're never getting into this kind of shit ever again."

Now he looked like a father torn between being proud of his kid punching a bully to their face and being exasperated because the said kid had earned an exclusion from school for it. To be fair, he possibly felt exactly like that.

"Yeaaaah, I guess that's my cue," Tony backed out with an awkward grin, stopping in the doorway to toss few more words over his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry for the delay. The deactivated trackers took us a while. Get better, hon!"

You couldn't but grin at his demeanor, but your mood instantly shifted back to grim when you saw the look on Sam's face. The air of an overexcited genius which Stark was carrying around was sucked out of the room, suddenly making it hard for you to breathe as the horror images filled your mind once more.

You shook your head and gulped, trying to push them back to the corner, focusing on something else entirely; namely on the black eye which Tony was nursing, one of which had a good idea how happened.