Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

Steve - Drabble #1

"If you die, I'm gonna resurrect you and kill you myself."

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"What about that place you like on seventh street, I think it's Italian? Then we can go dancing."

"Are you seriously asking me on a date right now, Rogers?" You shouted, ducking to avoid a bullet flying over your head. You lifted back up to shoot your gun over the overturned car, smirking when it met the target. "Honestly, Steve, your timing is terrible."

"Is that a yes?" You heard the smile in his tone, even though he was out of breath, and it made you laugh to yourself as you popped up to continue shooting. Only Steve Rogers would plan a date while on a mission taking out HYDRA.

"Yes, you dork. Don't be late, got it?"

"No way in hell would I be late again-" Suddenly his comm made a scratchy noise, causing you to frown.

"Steve, what happened to your comm?" You asked breathlessly, turning to face where he was stationed. You had glanced there just five minutes before to see him with his shield, knocking HYDRA agents to the ground, but now you didn't see him at all. "Steve, come in. Captain Rogers!"

"Y/N, Cap is down," you heard Nat's voice come in, sounding tense, "Can you get to him?"

"On it," You answered, waiting a second for the bullets to slow down before sprinting in the direction you last saw him. Your heart began to race in panic, fearing the worst. He couldn't get hurt though, right? He was Captain Freaking America. 

A bullet caught your thigh and you cursed, ducking behind another car and finally reaching where Steve was. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw him leaned up against the wall, pale and breathing with difficulty. You noticed him bleeding quite a bit from his stomach.

"Hey, Y/N," he said nonchalantly when he noticed you, "How's it going?" 

"Jesus, Steve," you went forward, ignoring the pain in your leg as you knelt down to inspect his abdomen, "You got shot? How did you manage that with your shield?"

He let out a laugh, "You got hurt too, didn't you?" Before I could answer, he started coughing, squinting up his face to try and hide the obvious pain he was in. Idiot.

"If you die, I'm gonna resurrect you and kill you myself," you sighed, ripping his shirt where the bullet wound was while he just chuckled, letting out a small groan.

"Eh, I'm not going to die on you, I don't even feel a thing," he said, causing you to roll your eyes and resist smacking him. 

"Don't act all macho, Steve, you're a terrible liar," you muttered, using part of his ripped off shirt to wrap it around his stomach tightly for pressure, "We need to get you to a hospital."

"Nonsense," he waved his hand, trying to sit up and failing, "We have a date tonight, I don't want to miss it."

"Tell you what," you put a hand on your hip, standing up and wincing slightly at the pain in your leg, "I'm not going dancing with my leg like this anyway. Let's have a nice dinner in the hospital while you get your bullet taken out, and we can go dancing another time."

He gave you a look, but took your hand when you offered to help him up. "Well, if that's what you want."

"I want you to not die on me, which you definitely will if you leave a bullet in your abdomen to continue causing you to bleed out," you said whilst wrapping your arm around his waist to help support him. 

"I'll be fine, sweetheart," he pressed his lips to your forehead, "It'll take more than a bullet to take me down."

"You keep saying that," you rolled your eyes, but a small smile formed on your lips. "Let's go before we find out if it's true."