Avengers: Reader Inserts

Tomorrow Part 11 ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

"I heard you wanted to talk to me," Rhodey said, slipping into your therapy session.

"Rhodey," you smiled.

"Hey, kid." He came over and hugged you before sitting beside you. "How are you?"

"I'm... I've been better. You?"

"Honestly, I've been worried about you. I've heard that physical therapy hasn't been easy."

"No," you shook your head slightly, "it hasn't."

"That's what I'm here for, talk to me."

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Rhodey's conversation with you really helped. He was a really busy man but always made sure to check in on you at the end of every day. He also joined you in physical therapy when he was at the Tower.

Physical therapy continued to be hard. For every three steps forward you progressed, you felt like you fell back five steps. Thankfully, Steve was always there to catch you.

"Today's the day, sweetheart," he said as he pushed you toward the training room. "You're going to walk the bars multiple times in a row and get that walker."

You laughed. "I can't believe we actually want me to be using a walker."

"A walker is a tool, no matter what age you are. It doesn't mean anything."

"Says the old man."

"Hey!"

You looked up at him with a teasing grin. "You know that I love you, no matter your age."

Steve rolled his eyes as he pushed you into the training room. You took a deep breath as you looked at the bars that continued to taunt you. Steve pushed you over and helped you out of the chair. His hands found your hips as you got a hold of the bars.

Steve leaned over and kissed your cheek. "Ready?" He questioned.

You nodded, signaling him to take his hands off of you. He hesitantly did so before walking around to the end of the bars. Your physical therapist arrived in the room quickly after and your session was ready to start. The first round (back and forth) on the bars was easy, even the second one was. After the third, it slowly got harder and harder. But you weren't going to give up. You wanted that walker, being pushed around was fine but not what you wanted all the time. You wanted a little bit more freedom than what you were getting.

"We want to get you to seven rounds in," your physical therapist stated.

"You're on five, Y/N," Steve said. "You're almost there!"

You gave a nod, briefly looking up at Steve's large smile before focusing back on your feet. You took a deep breath and shakily began the next round. Steve was nervous as he watched you. He wanted you to move on to this next step so badly, but a part of him was worried that you were forcing yourself to move onto the next step faster than your body was ready for. He was going to stand by your side and help you in whatever you needed, just like he had so far. You had just finished the sixth round, mentally preparing yourself for the final round, when the alarms sounded. You almost immediately lost your strength and fell to the ground.

"Y/N!" Steve exclaimed, rushing to you. He pulled you into him, checking you over for any injuries.

"Steve!" Sam rushed in. "We need you! There's a big attack in the city."

Steve shook his head. "I can't leave—"

"Go," you interrupted him. He stared down at you in shock. "The city and the team need you more than I do right now."