Avengers x reader.

[Fatigue] Sam Wilson x reader.

God, running like this every day was tiring but your job required you to stay in shape. Running was something you done every morning, it was apart of your routine now, but today you were really pushing yourself. Running faster than usual, you could feel your body ache as if it was about to shut down. It felt like your senses were weakened, you couldn't even feel your legs at this point. All because you were trying to keep up with Sam. He was a few metres in front of you, unaware of your exhausted state until your legs eventually gave out, causing you to fall onto the hard ground on your chest. Groaning you turned onto your back, wincing. Sam looked behind him, hearing you fall against the pavement, and rushed to your side and knelt down. "[Y/n]? You alright? What happened?" He questioned, in a worried tone.

"I was trying to keep up with you and well, my legs kind of stopped working and i fell." You replied, trying to sit up but groaned instead. Both your back and your legs were literally killing you.

"You should've told me to slow down," He said with a sigh and wrapped an arm around your waist and slipped his other arm under your legs before lifting you up, "C'mon. We're done for today, you need some rest," He said walking towards his house.

"Hold on- What are you doing?! I can walk!" You shouted in his arms, embarrassed as people walking nearby stared at the sight of him carrying you. Mumbling protests about him carrying you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lent your head against his chest, "I hate you sometimes, " You commented.

He rolled his eyes at you, "You could just about sit up, I doubt you would be able to walk properly. Your legs must be aching. Don't push yourself like that," he said as he approached his front door to his house which was luckily close by. Placing you down he kept his left arm around you as he unlocked the door and escorted you inside. "Sit down, I'll get you something to drink,"

You plopped onto the couch, leaning your head back against the arm of the chair. Sam came back with a cold glass of water for you and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. "Thanks," You said and sat up, taking a sip of it as you felt Sam sit beside you where your legs were originally. Once you pretty much gulped down half of the drink you laid back down with your legs on his lap. "God my legs hurt so badly. I hate running." You groaned.

Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled," Here let me help you with that, " He said, placing his hands of your thighs, pushing his fingers gently against you and massaging them. At first you were surprised, but as he continued all you could do was sit back and enjoy it. Feeling your muscles loosen up and stop aching as much."You know, sometimes I feel bad for you. You're clumsy and a lot of bad things happen to you," he said, working along your legs.

"Hmm?" Was your first reply, to carried away but how good your legs felt but after a few seconds of taking in what you were saying you replied with, "That's not true, I met you didn't I?" You gave him a small smile and shut your eyes, hearing his smooth chuckle and sensing his toothy grin. You two had been dating for a few weeks now but have known each other for about a year.

"Adorable even when you're in pain. Well I guess I can't complain when I get to see your pretty little face everyday," He teased, making you blush and open your eyes to look at him. He had a smirk on his face.

"I know that look on your face.. You've got a stupid idea, don't you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Oh, It is incredibly stupid," He replied with the same goofy but cute expression on his face. What kind of plan did he have now? Was it even a plan anyway? " "I was thinking about kissing you." He said bluntly. Well obviously you had kissed a few times before.

Your eyes widened a little but you shrugged. "Well then do it already. What the hell are you waiting for?" You told him with a smile, earning a laugh as he leaned forward between your legs, his face above yours.

"Gladly," he whispered and placed his lips against yours, capturing them in a long, sweet passionate kiss. It was like you were perfect together. The way your lips moved against each other. The way he caressed your cheek. Perfect.

"Best kiss so far," He heard you mumble as he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

"I bet I can beat it," He smirked above you before leaning down again.