Save Me (Steve Rogers Fanfic)

2- Steve

"Bucky hang on!" The wind whips coldly against my face and my hand reaches out to him, "Grab my hand!"

He strains and reaches out, but the piece of the damaged train he's holding onto begins to creak. He's falling, and I cannot reach him.

I jerk awake, yelling for him. It's a recurring dream, always ending the same damn way. After an hour of trying to get back to sleep, I decided I might as well go for a run to take my mind off of things.

"On your left" I breath out, passing by another runner.

"On your left," I say as I lap him yet again.

"Uh-huh, got it. On my left. Got it," he replies breathlessly.

As I come around a corner I see the runner yet again and as I approach he turns and yells, "Don't say it! Don't you say it!"

"On your left," I reply with a smile.

He replies angrily, "Come on!" and tries to catch up.

After running for another ten minutes I find the runner under a tree and I approach, "Need a medic?"

"I need a new set of lungs," he laughs, "Dude, you just ran like thirteen miles in thirty minutes"

"I guess I got a late start."

"Oh, really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap," he replies. "Did you take it? I assumed you just took it," he adds sarcastically.

"What unit you with?" I ask, gesturing to his ARMY sweater. 

"58th, Pararescue. But now I'm working down at the VA. Sam Wilson."

I reach out my hand, "Steve Rogers." He takes it and I help him up.

"I kind of put that together," he laughs.

After a few minutes of conversation, my phone buzzes, I look down and see a new text from Natasha; "Mission alert. Extraction Imminent. Meet at the curb :)"

"Alright Sam, duty calls," I say, shaking his hand, "thanks for the run. If that's what you wanna call running."

"Oh, that's how it is?"

"Oh, that's how it is," I laugh.

"Okay. Any time you wanna stop by the VA, make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"Okay," he nods. A car pulls up quickly and the window rolls down.

"Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil," Natasha asks.

"That's hilarious," I sarcastically reply, getting in.

"How you doing?" Sam asks Natasha.

"Hey," she replies smirking.

"Can't run everywhere," I tell him and he smiles.

"No, you can't." With that, Natasha pulls away and we head off. My phone buzzes yet again and I look down to see an email from a researcher at the Smithsonian confirming an interview regarding the upcoming exhibit.  

A couple of hours later we were over the Indian Ocean, getting briefed with the STRIKE team.

"Secure channel seven," I say into my communicator.

"Seven secure," Natasha replies, "Did you do anything fun Saturday night?"

"Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so... No, not really," I reply smiling.

She smirks, "You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'd probably say yes."

"That's why I don't ask," I reply.

"Too shy or too scared?"

"Too busy," I shout and jump out of the Quinjet into the ocean. 

After climbing onto the ship and taking out the pirates quickly before an alarm could be triggered I find myself with a gun to my back. 

"Bouge pas! Bouge pas," the pirate yells with a gun in hand, yelling at me to not move. He quickly falls from a gunshot to the head and Rumlow parachutes onto the deck.

"Thanks"

"Yeah. You seemed pretty helpless without me," he chuckles.

"What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice," Natasha inquires, taking off her parachute.

"Secure the engine room, then find me a date."

"I'm multitasking," she shouts, jumping over the railing. I smile and roll my eyes at Natasha's insistence, and head out to find Batroc.

After tackling Batroc through a door I find Natasha leaned over a computer.

"Well this is awkward," She chuckles.

"What are you doing?"

"Backing up the hard drive. It's a good habit to get into."

"Rumlow needed your help. What the hell are you doing here?" I walk over to her and look at the screens, "You're saving SHIELD intel."

"Whatever I can get my hands on," she replies. 

"Our mission is to rescue hostages."

"No. That's your mission," she grabs the hard drive, "And you've done it beautifully." She turns to walk past me and I grab her arm.

"You just jeopardized this whole operation," I retort.

"I think that's overstating things." Batroc gets up and throws a grenade, I immediately grab Nat as she shoots out the glass and we jump into the adjoining room. We sit up against the wall and I quickly glance at her to check for injuries. 

"Okay. That one's on me." She tries to lighten the move

"You're damn right," I say and I walk out. 

 

"You just can't stop yourself from lying, can you?" I start, walking into Fury's office.

"I didn't lie. Agent Romanoff had a different mission than yours," he replies. We argue for some time and step into the elevator. 

"Insight bay," Fury states.

"Captain Rogers does not have clearance for Project Insight," the computer replies.

"Director override, Fury, Nicholas J." The elevator begins moving down and Fury tells me a story of his grandfather. 

The elevator's descent exposes three massive helicarriers, and Fury informs me it's to stop threats before they even occur.  

"SHIELD takes the world as it is, not as we'd like it to be. It's getting damn near past time for you to get with that program, Cap," Fury snaps after I voice my concerns over this system of long-range precision guns.