Steve Rogers One Shots

Leave Me Alone

"Hey pretty girl.  Wanna take a ride with me?"  The snickers behind you send chills down your spine.  You try to walk faster, but your heels don't help.  The skirt you wear isn't that short, and you've made sure to cover your shoulders.  You know the neighborhood well, the people here having more cons than pros.

You had stayed at headquarters later than usual, so you had taken a chance and gone through this part of town in hopes you would get back to your apartment before sunset.  Obviously Mother Nature had failed you today.

A hand lands on your shoulder and you quickly shrug it off, turning around to see a sneer set into the face of a pervert.  "Where do you think your going, honey?"

"Home."  You spit the word in his face, backing up only to feel someone push you forward.

"Not so fast.  We know a safer place you could stay at."  Two more men step closer to you, their eyes glinting with madness.

"I bet you do, but I should really-"

"Come on, babe.  Let me show you real pleasure."  The first man's hand runs up your arm and gently peels the hoodie off of your shoulder.

"Leave me alone," you growl, slapping his fingers away.

"Ooh, a feisty one.  I like it."  He takes a step closer to you and runs a hand down your back, his pungent breath filling your nose.

"Stop it, please just leave me..."  The tears collecting on your lashes are clogging your vision, yet you refuse to let them see you cry. 

Balling your fist, you send a hard upper cut into the man's gut before turning and kicking another guy in the knees.  You quickly land another punch into the guy's nose, then turn only to be shoved up against a wall by the third.  His jagged fingernails dig into your am, but he stands in a way that your kicks are useless and pathetic.  He grins evilly and moves his hand up your skirt before you see something knock him to the ground.

Steve stands there with his fists balled and his mouth set in an angry frown.  You see the two men rise behind him and quickly move around Steve to give them a taste of their own medicine.  You send a hard jab to the second man's throat while a few quick punches to the first guy's face.  Your skirt doesn't restrict you as much as you expected, so you swipe the second guy's legs from under him and kick the first one in the groin.  Both are sent reeling and make a quick turn down an ally.

You turn to see Steve finish off the third, his face bloody and arm twisted.  "Stay away from her," he growls, leaving the man to whimper by the wall. 

"Did they hurt you?"  He turns toward you and runs is eyes over your form, checking for any injuries.

"I'm okay...I guess."  You tug down your skirt to it's original position and pull your unzipped hoodie tighter around your body.

"Can I walk you home?"  His apartment was right across from yours, and you both had gone out for coffee a few times.  You weren't best friends, but you were more than acquaintances.

"That would be great," you nod, looking up to see him genuinely concerned.  He gently nudges you in the right direction, quietly matching his strides to yours since they were significantly larger.

"Why were you down here?"  You glance up at his face in question, and he shrugs.

"I wanted to get back quicker, since it was dark, so I decided to take this road.  Looks like you had the same idea."

"Yeah, but that didn't turn out so well," you laugh wryly, shivering when you think about the stranger's hands running up and down your skin.  "I wish I had hurt them more."