Falling for the Captain

I Got You

I wake up to Steve laying on a cot next to my bed. He really came back. I shuffle in my bed trying to find another comfortable position, but let out a wince when I slightly hit my wounded side on the sides of the hospital bed. Steve immediately wakes up and jumps to my side.

"Hey, hey, are you okay? What happened" He stares into me eyes. He genuinely seems concerned.

Snap out of it.

"Yeah, I just coincidentally hit the wrong side," I reply. I checked the clock and see that it's 4:30 in the morning. I've been here since midnight. When will they get this shit out of me? That's when God or some higher power answered my call. Dr. Cho knocks on the door with his staff and equipment.

Aw, crap.

"Okay Faye, you ready for this?" He asks. I stare back at him with a sarcastic smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I reply. Steve was about to leave when I suddenly grab his hand without even having a second thought. "Can you stay?", I look at Steve then to Dr. Cho, "Can he stay?"

They both look at each other and nod in agreement.

Here we go.

Steve walks to my right side while Dr. Cho and his team prep me. They insert another IV in me and I try my best not to wince. Steve grabs my right hand and stares deep into my eyes.

"Just look at me," he says. I stare into his deep blue eyes. They're telling a story of their own. I try my best to ignore what Dr. Cho and his team are doing. I feel a little light-headed.

"You with us, Faye?" Dr. Cho asks. I take a deep breath before replying.

"Um, I think so."

Steve's other hand finds its way to my face and brushes my hair back. He makes me feel whole.

That's it. Steve reminds me of home.

I tense up when I feel the blade open my scar to make it wider. I squeeze Steve's hand and mutter out an apology. He laughs and I clearly forget that he's a super solider. Finally, the drugs kicked in and I didn't feel a thing. I fell asleep, still holding onto Steve's hand. I wake up a couple of hours later, right as Dr. Cho enters my room.

"Alright, you can either spend the night, or technically, day, in here, or you can go back to your room. In about 5-6 hours, you'll regain full mobility," he says. I turn to Steve and find my answer in his eyes.

"May you please get a wheelchair so Captain Rogers can take me back to my room?" I ask Dr. Cho. One of the nurses searches for a wheel chair while another nurse helps me sit up. For the most part, I could do it by myself. It's the sitting still part that got to me. Someone had to help me sit up, or at least hold me up. Someone comes back with a wheelchair and Steve helps me into the chair.

"Cart me away Captain, my den awaits!" I say in a British accent. I think these drugs were hitting a little too hard. I turn to Dr. Cho with a confused face.

"You said knock you out! Just be careful what you say within the next 5-6 hours," he says with a wink.

"You're lucky you're one of the good ones, Doc!" I say to him.

"No, Faye, you are." He says and gives me a small hug. I smile and out of the corner of my eye, Steve is smiling too. I giggle as Steve pushes the wheel chair towards the elevator while I wave goodbye to all the nurses. They're so nice!

"How are you feeling, doll?" Steve asks as I push the elevator button for the residence level. I giggle after doing so and turn to Steve.

"You're very tall and I don't appreciate it," I say with a pouty face. "How am I supposed to look at you without hurting my neck? I already got shot!" Man, these drugs are something else. I'm not complaining tho. Steve laughs at my comment, brushes the hair out of my forehead, and plants a soft kiss.

I'm going to look like a fucking tomato.

I look back at Steve with a serious face. "That's more like it."

He laughs as the doors finally open. I check the clock again and it's 8:00 a.m. Something about 8:00 a.m. is important... I just can't put my finger on it.

Son of a fucking bitch.

Everyone, and quite literally, everyone storms in. Grace, Kris, Sam, Griffin, Tony, Nat, Banner, Barnes, Barton, Rhodey, Sam Wilson (that was going to get confusing). This is not good timing. I was high as a kite and I was already flirting with the Captain.

Oh shit. I was flirting with fucking Captain America.

Steve notices the drop in my face from smiling to stressing. All of their voices filled the room, but I could only hear so much.

"Faye, are you okay?"

"Did they give you anything for the pain? How about some weed?"

I also hear the voices of the remainder of the Avengers who don't know me yet.

"Steve, DO YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS? Why are you pushing her wheelchair?"

"Steve, did you KNOCK HER UP?"

I gasp at that last comment and everyone shuts up.

"Hey! I'm not pregnant!" I yell at whoever said that comment. "I am a reincarnated virgin," I say with a giggle.

"Faye, what is wrong with you?" asks Kris. I stare deep into her eyes and try to have a staring contest with her, but I blinked.

"Aw man, I lost," I say with a pout. I turn to Steve and he's laughing.

"For your information, I just got a bullet taken out of my rib cage and I am high as a kite. That is all. Now, if you would excuse us, this beautiful man was taking me back to my room because HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T ANNOY ME TODAY. NOW MOVE!" I yell, then smile. "Thanks!"

Everyone's faces drop and Steve laughs even harder now. I pat his hand as he pushes my wheelchair through the crowd. I like this. This is great. Steve brings me to my room and carries me into bed. Wow, did I mention he was strong? Anyways, he tucks me into bed, which I'm very thankful for. Because as much as I wanted him to sleepover and cuddle with me, I really wanted my bed to myself. I smile at him and stop his hand as it rubs my cheek.

"Thank you, Cap," I say with a smile. He reaches down for my forehead and leaves another kiss.

"Goodnight, Faye," he replies. Technically it was morning, but it's been a long fucking day. I haven't slept in almost 24 hours. "I'll be here when you wake up."

I smile and his comment and drift away faster than ever. I didn't even feel Steve leave my side. I was so damn tired.

I wake up around 4:00 p.m. and find those blue eyes across the room. I could get used to this.