**STEVE’S POV**
“Tony, what's going on?” I ask him in my earpiece. But suddenly, I'm confronted with Brock, he’s punching me on the face.
“Where’s y/n you son a bitch !” He grabs me and throw me on the wall. I fall on my stomach, coughing for some air.
I can hear a knife coming for his pocket, he’s playing with it. I stand up quickly, punch him before he stabs me on my chest.
“I’m gonna ask again Rogers. Where is y/n?” He says, putting his knife in front of my neck.
“Away from you! You won’t touch her anymore!” I grab his arm and throw him on the floor. I kneel and punch him until he can’t stand up but suddenly he stops my next punch, he stabs me on my stomach and my leg.
I yell and push him with all the strength I still have left, I hear Tony’s shooting at Brock which propels him far away. Natasha puts the handcuffs on Brock and puts him in the police car.
Bucky and Tony kneels next to me, Bucky gives me his hand to help me sit up.
“You okay, pal?” Bucky holds my back.
“Never been better....” I wince, putting my hand on my stomach.
“Let us take you to the Quinjet” Tony says while he helps me stand up.
“I can stand up alone” I try to stand up but the wound on my stomach hurts me.
“No, you can’t” Bucky chuckles and Tony and him helps me stand up.
“Alright Capsicle, let’s go to the Quinjet and bring you back home. Someone is worried about you after 10 missed calls and 20 messages.” Tony says when I try my best to not show my pain.
“I’m a terrible boyfriend…” I sigh and shake my head.
“Steve, don’t blame yourself, you were attacked by Brock and it was unexpected…” Natasha explains to me and rub my arm up and down.
“I tried to protect her from this mothefuck-” Bucky raises his eyebrows at me and I sigh, Tony lying me on the bench.
“Rest a little pal before we arrive at your apartment, I’m gonna put a bandage around your waist to stop the bleed in your stomach.” Bucky says when Bruce puts the IV on my hand.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll try…” I clear my throat and close my eyes.
I hope y/n is okay. I thought to myself.
She’s gonna be terrified to see me like this, but I know she’s finally safe from Brock. She was horrible with her the moment I see her for the first time. She needed help, we saved her from his unhealthy business with Hydra and now we’re together and happy. She always felt something for me, I mean, okay I’m maybe Captain America but she always sees my personality, not my fame.
The voices around me fades and I fall asleep quickly.
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**Y/N’S POV**
I pace back and forth in our apartment, I call Steve again but still on the voicemail. I try to call Bucky, Tony, Natasha. Nothing. I’m starting to be anxious and thinking about the worst, but I got out of my trance when I hear someone knocking at my door.
I run to the door, unlock it and open it. I put my hand on my mouth and gasp. My Steve was hurt and I look at Tony and Bucky to know what happened. They escort him to the living room, I put his legs on the couch, put a blanket over him and kiss his forehead.
“Tony, why is he like this ?” I say, trying not to cry in front of them, I hold my tears and looks at Steve concerned.
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IMAGINES x CHRIS EVANS
FanfictionWant to escape reality for a while ? Welcome to my imagines! Here, you'll find all the characters Chris has played, as well as himself Please note that my imagines contain mature content such as violence, angst, sex, bad language, etc. (Requests...
