Avengers: Reader Inserts

Tomorrow Part 3 ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Summary: Steve and the others are running out of time to save you. Will they get to you in time?

Warnings: extreme angst, blood, torture, character death

Notes: jk... it's going to be 4 parts instead of 3...

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"Just get out! OUT!"

Sam ran out of the conference room, joining Bucky and Natasha who were watching from outside.

"Stark isn't messing around," Sam commented.

"Yeah," Bucky agreed, keeping his eyes on Steve and Tony in the conference room.

"At least they're working together."

"At least we got Steve home," Natasha mumbled.

"Not for long," Bucky said. "If this fails, if Y/N... let's just say, if this doesn't end happily, we'll lose Steve. For good."

"I don't believe that," Sam said, shaking his head. "He wouldn't—"

"He'll run the moment she doesn't make it," Natasha said, agreeing with Bucky. "None of us realized how much he cared until she was gone."

"She's not gone! She's alive and we're going to save her!"

"Yeah? How?" Bucky questioned. "Those two idiots won't let us in on the planning. The three of us have been kicked out and the others are too scared to try."

"We just have to wait a little longer," Natasha responded. "They'll come up with something."

"How much longer are you two willing to wait before coming up with a plan on your own?" Sam asked.

"I already have 4 plans in mind."

"And I have 3," Bucky added. "We're just waiting to see what they come up with."

The three fell silent as they continued to watch the two men work together.

"They'll come up with something," Sam whispered, trying to calm himself. "They have to."

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After the last broadcast, you were changed into a new sports bra and shorts and placed back in the cell you were originally in. You were ordered to get some rest before the next broadcast. You curled in on yourself as you bit your lip to try to stop the tears. But it was no use.

"Tomorrow... tomorrow..." you whispered to yourself. Tears ran down your face. "They will come... Steve will come... tomorrow... he has to come... tomorrow..."

You keep whispering 'tomorrow' to yourself until you eventually fell asleep.

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"We're running out of time," Clint muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. "We can't wait any longer for them to come up with a plan."

Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Bruce, and Clint were in the kitchen, none of them able to watch Steve and Tony work in the conference room anymore.

"Clint's right," Wanda said. "We need to do something."

Natasha sighed as she reached over for the nearest tablet. "I think I have something," she said. "Barnes, feel free to add any—"

"We've got it!" Tony shouted, running into the room. "We've got it!"

"Great!" Clint exclaimed. "What is it?"

"No time! Everyone needs to get their asses onto the quinjet! You have no time to prepare."

"Where's Steve?" Bucky asked, noticing that his friend hadn't burst into the room.