#you who keep requesting cherry in my comms are so strong

[imayooshi]

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Going Extreme Lengths

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male!Reader Summary: All you want is to have a relaxing day off, you wonder how to convince Steve to get off though Word Count: 1,326 Request: ““You just got stabbed and you want to know if I’m okay?” with a Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader? Sorry to bother! Have a great day!”

“Sick,”

You stared outside your apartment window when you see a threat barrelling down into New York. All you wanted was a relaxing day since you came back from a mission in Japan, you just wanted to be with your hot chocolate, Netflix on the TV and ignore the world for one day before getting back into action.

“Absolutely fantastic, just what I needed.”

Plus, the last mission let your muscles sore, you just wanted some rest but of course, this new threat had shaken several streets as the hot chocolate on your coffee table shook and spilt its contents.

Your comm that was on the coffee table beeped signalling that since you were the closest to the threat you have to manage it. Quickly changing to your suit and smashing out of the window into battle was your favourite thing to do, despite having to pay for the window.

Not that you minded, you had enough money to keep doing it - plus, it brought great joy to you. As you ran down streets, shouted and directing people to take cover, climbing walls, swinging onto higher ground, you took the best course of action to take down the son of a bitch.

The threat was an organisation much like HYDRA but much like Tony Stark. MODOK and their leader George Tarleton. You could hold him off for a bit, but you had to get all civilians out of the way, any casualties quickly into safety. 

You could hear the blaring sirens zooming through New York to get where you are as you started working on how to get this threat contained. You got his attention right away, he seems like he was searching a guy in a suit or blasting superpowers towards him.

God knows how long you were holding the fort but you were losing ways in protecting buildings from crashing, your plans of stopping the threat solo was coming up short and you’re just hoping that someone at the base can realise that you haven’t taken down the threat as quickly as you had hoped to.

“How’s it holding?” You could hear in your comm, Steve’s voice.

You smiled to yourself, it’s been a while since you and Steve had spoken, a week minimum. Both of you being busy with missions and work that it was impossible to lie down in bed with your significant other and just relax. 

“Need back up!” You shouted as you tried to contain the man, human size but strong, “And call Tony onto this mission - tell him it’s MODOK.”

Then you hear a string of curse words in the background, “Don’t worry, Tony heard you and he’s coming - tell us who you need?”

“Just bring the team!” You called, as you crash into a wall, “Argh, just hurry!”

Sure, it was just one guy, one guy with anger towards Tony but this guy had a lot of powers. God knows how Tony dealt with this lunatic first time around on his own, so you had to give it to him. You didn’t know how long you’ve been holding him off before you felt a throbbing pain in your side.

Gasping at the sudden spark of heat as you looked down and see your suit slowly staining with blood and a knife penetrating the skin and possibly organs. MODOK had a range of powers that you couldn’t predict what he would do next.

“Aw fuck-”

“Careful (Y/n), you might be dating Steve, but he doesn’t that type of language.” Enters a voice in your earpiece, Natasha’s.

You scoffed, “Fuck that, Nat,” There was a snort on the other side, you couldn’t recognise who it would be as you look up and see the jet flying in.

You started to back off when you see Tony and Sam flying right behind the jet, your left hand immediately moving over to the wound as you stumble back, watching Sam kick the threat in the face. 

“(Y/n)!” Steve called out, too known to be over the earpiece, you turn to your right and see him running towards you.

His eyes widening when he sees your state, you leaning your balance on the opposite foot of your injury, your left hand painted with red. A knife protruding out of you. His eyes flickered from the wound to meet your eyes as you nervously chuckled.

You smile sheepishly, “Hey Steve! You okay?”

“You just got stabbed and you want to know if I’m okay?“ Steve looked at you in disbelief as he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, balancing you, “You’re unbelievable, (Y/n).”

“It’s just a flesh wound, nothing I can’t handle,” You reassure him.

The downer of being the boyfriend of the great Captain America and the leader of the Avengers is whatever he order goes. So, if he decides to bench you out, that means you’re out the game and no one will argue with that. Another downer is that he’s extra overbearing. 

You know him all too well and how his blue eyes spark with worry makes you sigh because you know no matter how much you persistently tell him you’ll be alright, he always comes back with there’s always a small chance you’re not. Steve Rogers the realist. 

You love him all too well because you need someone to contain your reckless ass anyway. 

“So, I was thinking in ways how you and I should take a day off, I think this is a perfect excuse.”

Steve gives you a pointed look, swinging your arm over his shoulder, he might be strong to carry you but your dignity was heavy and you like to keep that intact.

“Really? That’s what you got out of this whole situation?” 

“It’s not like I’m dying, Steve,” You stressed out as you both started to walk towards the jet where Bruce was waiting, “You’re just overreacting and overthinking this whole situation. I’ll be back on my feet in the next two weeks.”

“Yeah, and you’ll be out there away with an injury waiting to happen.” Steve’s lecturing voice came out as you could hear chuckling from Clint, Sam and Bucky in your earpiece.

“You gotta live a little, old man,” You teased, “Plus, I wouldn’t go to such extreme lengths to spend time with you this was just, let’s say, a cherry on top in me convincing you?”

You had knitted your eyebrows together as you weren’t sure what you were saying. Steve chuckled, as much as he hated seeing you injured, he liked speaking to delirious you. You talked and talked and there was no way in hell that anyone could stop you unless you’ve talked yourself to sleep. 

Delirious you are amusing to watch, you cause arguments accidentally and when you come back fully aware you come back to at least two avengers not speaking to each other - you know you’ve said something. Delirious you has you reciting love poems to Steve.

“Alright, (Y/n), you’re gonna get patched up,” Steve and you walk up the ramp of the jet, “Team, how’s it looking?”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout us, Stevie,” Bucky teased.

“Worry about your boyfriend, I wonder what he’ll spill this time,” Tony chuckled as Sam and Clint agreed with him in the background. 

“Alright, well, don’t egg him on, that’s the last thing we need.”

“You’re no fun, Cap, maybe you do need a day off like (y/n), hardass,” Natasha called out as Steve rolled his eyes.

“He’s rolling his eyes, Bruce, did you see that!” You spoke as there was a collective noise of amusement.

“Oh, good luck, Steve, you’re going to need it,” Bruce looked at him pointedly.

Steve looks at you, sitting on the gurney with a smile on your face. He kisses your forehead as you crinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out. He shakes his head and huffs out an amused sigh.

“(Y/n), you are one hell of a mission.”