Mister Rogers ⍟ || Steve Rogers

II. Dislocated

A cold breeze rushed into the quinjet as it landed, the main door opening. Rumlow and the S.T.R.I.K.E. team left hurriedly and my eyes fluttered open. My shoulder looked horrendous at this point, clearly out of its place. I dreaded the moment it would get popped back into place.  I looked down at the wound in my thigh. My black leggings were completely ruined.

"Marrese, Rogers," Natasha nodded to us before exiting the quinjet.

I stood up, feeling the glass move slightly in my leg, quietly wincing at the pain. Steve jumped up, and it looked as though he wanted to help me but couldn't figure out where to start.

I wrapped my arm around his waist, steadying myself. He placed his hand on my lower back, offering more support. No other words needed to be spoken as he helped me to the infirmary at the Triskelion. I quietly cursed under my breath with every shooting pain I felt along the walk there. We found an open room and I immediately laid on the cot, letting out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

"I'll get a nurse," Steve offered, closing the door behind him as he left.

I laid in the peaceful silence for a few seconds, tempted to drift back asleep. I sat up, taking off my tank top, seething as I got it over my dislocated shoulder. I sat in my black sports bra and torn up black leggings. Steve knocked lightly before poking his head through the door, "A nurse should be coming soon."

He stepped into the room, sitting in a chair besides me. He didn't look at me, fidgeting with his fingers.

"You don't have to feel sorry," I said.

"I should have grabbed you too," he said, still looking down at his hands.

"You know you can't think like that."

"Well, it's different with you," the hint of anger in his voice startled me.

There was a pause before I started to talk again, "S.H.I.E.L.D. took me in only last year. I was stuck as Fury's assistant for the longest time ever," I smiled, looking at Steve.

He brought his eyes to mine, "You really are a good fighter, you know?"

"I owe it all to my abilities."

"I owe it all to the serum. I mean, without it I'd-" he stopped himself, "How are you feeling."

"I'm okay," I assured him.

Steve stood up and took a step closer to me, "I enjoy working with you Addy, really."

"Who wouldn't?" I scoffed, jokingly.

He chuckled quietly and there was a silence. It was never awkward with him, just peaceful. I appreciated the mutual trust and understanding between us.

I reached on the table next to the cot for a pair of scissors and tweezers. Then, I carefully tried cutting a hole in my leggings, which would give the nurse easy access to my wound.

"Here," Steve took the scissors from my hands, continuing to cut around the gash very carefully.

The side of the scissors grazed my skin and I winced, he immediately paused, looking at my face. I nodded reassuringly at him and he finished cutting the hole out of my leggings.

"That looks-" he started, his eyes fixed on the swollen, purple wound in my leg, a corner of glass sticking out.

"Not too bad, right?" I grinned at him, "The scar will look pretty cool."

He shook his head, a smile on his lips, "I don't know how cool it'll be when you're getting that pulled out of your leg."

"Don't remind me," I groaned as the pain began to kick in again.

An older nurse, about in her late 60s, finally opened the door to the room taking my condition in, "Oh my what happened?"

"Mission," Steve and I said at the same time, instantly looking at each other.

The nurse tapped her foot, sighing, "We're going to need someone strong to just pop your shoulder back into place..." Her eyes wandered towards Steve.

I pursed my lips, I knew it would be painful and he did too. Wanting to get it over with, I said, "Help me out, Mister Rogers?"

"Pleasure," he had a hint of a sour expression on his face, as he placed his warm hands gently on my shoulder. I bit down on my lip hard.

I squeezed my eyes shut, "Just give me a countdown, okay?"

He exhaled, "Three...two...one."

I sharply inhaled as my shoulder was painfully jerked backward. I bit down on my lip so hard I felt blood. I opened my watery eyes, "Wow. Okay. Thank you."

"Are you okay?" His eyes were filled with concern.

"Never better," I gave him a thumbs up, "You can go now."

I immediately regretted my words from the flash of hurt on his face. I quickly followed up my statement, "If you want. You can go if you want. I don't want you to, but you could if you-"

I stopped rambling when I saw the smile on his face.

"I know what you mean. If you're okay now, I'm gonna go talk with, Fury."

"Fine with me, Captain."

He began to leave the room but then stopped, "I know you really want to help, but please, just rest a little first," he said, gently closing the door behind him.

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hide my smile from the nurse. I cleared my throat still smiling brightly, "Right so where were we?"

Walking back to me with an abnormally large pair of tweezers, the nurse gave me a warm smile, "Alright hun this might hurt a bit."

I looked that the piece of glass in my leg, and then back at her raisnig my eyebrows, "A bit?"

"Sorry dear."

"Let's just get it over with," I sighed.

As she started to pull the piece from my leg I yelped, grabbing the sheet on the cot tightly. She continued, quickly yet gently removing it. It only took a few more seconds and she was already stitching me up.

"Wow, okay you're really good. Thank you," I gave a relived sigh.

"No problem hun. Agent Marrese, right?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Just Addy is fine, how did you know?"

"I saw your name on the roster Fury was taking on this mission," she paused, "...and, last time Captain Rogers was in here, he told me all about you."

My heart skipped a beat but I didn't show my excitement, "Probably just because we're training partners. You know, sparring and stuff."

"Mhm, yeah," she suppressed her smile, nodding her head slightly. Her eyes had a gleam in them saying that she wasn't ready to drop this.

"Just out of curiosity," I shrugged my shoulders and instantly regretted it after the intense stab of pain I felt, "What did he say?"

"Oh honey, I don't listen and tell," she smiled, using a damp cloth to clean my stitched up leg, "But what I will say is this. In the field I work in, it's boring, I don't get to see anything except blood and broken bones."

I bit my lip and smiled awkwardly and her brown eyes crinkled, she continued, "But when Rogers here, it's exciting. Not because of the absurd injuries he manages to survive, but because of the look the entire staff sees in his eyes whenever he mentions you."

I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear, "Am I good to go?"

"Yes but please be careful sweetie. Also, you might want to change into these," She held up a brand new pair of black leggings.

"Thank you Nurse..." I paused waiting for her name.

"Rosie."

I took the black leggings she held out to me, "Thank you Nurse Rosie."

She sweetly smiled at me, her eyes crinkling as the corners of her mouth turned up, "Go get 'em, Agent."