Avengers: Reader Inserts

Klutz ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Summary: You're a major klutz. Luckily, Steve is always there for you. (Klutz means a clumsy, awkward or foolish person.)

Notes: I think this is gender neutral!!! Let me know if it isn't, but I'm pretty sure we're good!

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You were known to be a klutz. Tripping over yourself, spilling things, the whole works. The team always got a laugh at it, even when you got hurt. Though you never got too hurt, which they were grateful for because they really did worry. Especially your boyfriend Steve.

As the leader of the Avengers, Steve took it upon himself to worry about everyone. You he worried about a lot more than the others. He was always extremely worried about you on missions, but very thankful that your clumsiness never entered the battlefield. Steve couldn't imagine what it would be like if you were like that during a mission. He might never let you leave the compound, let alone the quinjet.

You and Steve were currently walking out of the quinjet together, just coming back from a tiring mission. His arm was carefully placed around your waist to keep you close and so that he could easily catch you if you fell.

"Can we go straight to bed, Stevie?" You mumbled as you leaned on him for support. "'m tired."

"Of course, sweetie," he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your head.

As you walked, leaning much of your weight on your boyfriend, you tripped on your own two feet. But before you could go crashing down, Steve had you pulled up into his arms to carry you the rest of the way.

He chuckled. "How you don't ever hurt yourself on missions is beyond me."

"It's my superpower," you replied with a sly smirk. You buried your face in his neck. "And thankfully I have you to save me the rest of the time."

"Always."

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That night, your mind was being mean to you. The mission had gone great, but for some reason your mind was reminding you of all the ways it could have. Steve dying. Restart. You dying. Restart. The people you were trying to safe dying. Restart. Repeat.

You finally startled yourself awake, panting and sweating slightly. You turned on your side to face your personal furnace, only to find him peacefully asleep. You longed to be pulled into his arms and held by him but you also knew how hard it was from him to get sleep. With a quiet sigh, you brushed his longer blonde locks from his forehead.

After one quick run through his hair with your fingers, you determined that you weren't going back to sleep anytime soon. You slipped out of bed, grabbing an unused blanket and wrapping it around yourself as you exited the room. Too lazy to turn on the lights, you snuffled down the hall towards your and Steve's private kitchen.

With your mind still muddled from sleep and the dream, you failed to remember the four steps you needed to go down. In a mixture of tripping over the blanket and missing the first step, you fell down the stairs. You cried out in pain as you hit your head against the wall. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, you inhaled sharply as tears pricked your eyes. Your head was pounding and you cradled your ankle, clearing having done something to it.

You had tried to not break into sobs, but you couldn't help yourself. So caught up in the pain, you failed to hear Steve's running down the hall.

"Y/N!" He called, worry heavily laced in his voice. "Honey!"

Steve came to a skidding stop on top of the steps, taking in the sight before him. Though he was heart broken at your state, he was relieved that no one had hurt you. He quickly came down to you, checking you over.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

"I... I had a-a nightmare," you stuttered between trying to calm your hiccuping sobs. "And then-I tried to head to the k-kitchen. I forgot about the steps... I missed the first one while I tripped over the blanket."

"Oh, sweetheart." He cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. "What hurts?"

"My-my ankle and..." you swallowed. "My head."

Carefully, while still cupping your face, Steve moved your head so that he could examine it. He ended up using one hand to check for any bumps or bleeding.

"Looks like there's a small bump," he said. "No bleeding. But the bump will probably be bigger in the morning. Let me see that ankle now."

You moved the corner of the blanket that was covering your ankle, confirming your suspicions of an already forming bruise. Steve clicked his tongue and shook his head slightly. He gently lifting your foot up, causing you to whimper.

"And I think you twisted that pretty bad," he continued. "We'll have Bruce check it out in the morning. Come on, let's get you back to bed."

Steve carefully picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Laying your head on his chest, you closed your heads, trying to focus on something other than the pain. He took you into your room and laid you down on the bed. He grabbed some extra pillows, putting one under your head and two under your ankle. Leaning down, he kissed your lips softly.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Steve whispered. "I'm going to go grab ice and painkillers."

He rushed out of the room to get the promised items. Steve was back quicker than you expected. He handed your a water bottle and pain meds for you to take while he got ice situated around your ankle. After that, he pained place an ice pack behind your head.

"How are you feeling, my little klutz?" He asked sincerely, but was trying to suppress a smirk.

"Better," you mumbled. "Thank you."

"Anytime." He gave you a quick kiss. "Need anything else?"

"Cuddles?"

Steve smiled with a nod. He moved around the bed so that he could lay on his side. He slid over to your side, carefully wrapping his arms around your waist. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold you as close as you would like, but it was good enough.

"Good?" He confirmed.

"Good," you responded, eyes getting heavy.

"Wanna talk about the dream?"

"No... it's fine. It was just my brain playing tricks on me."

"Okay. Next time, wake me up before you try to venture the hallway without bothering to turn on the lights. You know that FRIDAY could do that for you, right?"

"It was too hard," you slurred, almost asleep.

Steve let out a soft chuckle before kissing your temple. "I'll let you sleep now. Good night my little klutz."