Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

14. Steve - This War Isn't Civil Part Two

Okay so I was going to make this chapter the alternate ending for Not the Lucky Ones, but I think I'm going to put that one off for a little bit. Idk I'm feeling kind of uninspired when it comes to writing that ending, but I definitely do want to write it. 

Also, sorry I haven't been updating recently. I've had dance concerts and huge tests, and ugh, so much work. Hopefully I'll get more time to write on the weekends.

Here is the long-awaited second part of This War Isn't Civil! Clearly there will be at least one more part of this :)

2014

"Ya know, when you said we should go out more, I didn't have this in mind," you muttered breathlessly to yourself as you knelt down next to Steve, who was knocked out by the shoreline where the hellicarrier crashed a bit ago.

"Nat, can you get a chopper down here," you asked into your ear piece, frowning down at your boyfriend's face with worry, wondering how to hell he got out of there in this shape.

"Coming to you," she replied, but you didn't listen as Steve began coughing, his eyes opening.

"Hey, hey, relax," you said, putting a hand on his chest to keep him from moving, "We've got a helicopter coming, you have to go to the hospital."

"But, Bucky-"

"He banged you up pretty good," you interrupted, letting your fingers trace over the giant bruise on his eye, "But I promise, as soon as you're fine again, we'll look for him. Okay?"

He blinked a few more times, staring into your eyes almost like he saw you in a new light. "I don't deserve you, Y/N."

"What are you talking about?" You chuckled softly, "I think you hit your head pretty hard, Steve."

"Why do you stay with a guy who's life is so complicated?" He groaned slightly, giving up trying to sit up.

"Because I love you, you dork," you smiled, "Even though you're an idiot half the time, and you do have a complicated life, it doesn't matter to me. I love you for the man you are, especially for your crazy and unreal life."

He let out a tiny laugh, shutting his eyes and sighing. "We should get married."

Your eyes widened slightly in shock at the sudden statement, "What?"

But he didn't answer, because the idiot had passed out again. You let out a slightly nervous chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. 

"Of course we should."

NOW

"What are you going to do, Captain?" Tony repeated in a harsher tone, but before either of them did anything, you did something stupid.

You smashed your foot into T'Challa's shin.

It wasn't the brightest idea in retrospect, but it did cause a distraction enough for Bucky to shoot T'Challa in the face with his gun. As bad as that sounded, the Black Panther suit was bulletproof, so all it would cause was a massive headache later.