Captain America x Reader Imagines

Imagine 19

Steve has always had an issue with wanting to be by your side. It was a constant battle to get him to let you go on your missions alone. It's not that he's overly jealous or extremely clingy, he just likes to let you know that he is in love with you or that he wants to help you with everything you do. So, naturally, when you tell him you're going to the doctor for a sore throat, he's of course going to go with you.

"Steve, it's a walk-in clinic. I'm sure I just need some cough drops. I swear I'll be okay." You said, getting your purse and keys from your hanger on the door.

"So? I'm going. You went with me to the doctor a few months ago." He said, looking at you with an 'I told you so' look.

"You do realize that that wasn't actually a doctor, right? You went to one of Tony's specialists to make sure you're age wasn't catching up to you!" You giggled, suppressing the full blown laughter asking to be set free.

"Okay, but you still went. I'm going. Get in the truck." He said, pointing to his truck's passenger side door and giving you the cheesiest smile you'd ever seen.

You got in the truck, purse in hand- and went on your way to the doctor. You got there in about 5 minutes, giving you plenty of time to get your insurance cards and all needed information out in the truck. You got inside and the lady at the front desk gave you your papers to fill out. Steve quickly grabbed them and you groaned.

"Okay there's absolutely no way I'm letting you fill out my paperwork!" You said, attempting to grab the papers back but he held them over your head and gave you the 'try me' look. After about 30 seconds of that, you gave up and let him take the reigns. You both sat down in one of the chairs and went through the work step by step.

"Okay, Mr. I Know Everything about my girlfriend.. what's my social security number?" You said grimly, but in that short span, Steve had already written down all of your digits. "Holy guacamole.. I didn't even know that." You said, flabbergasted.

"I know you a lot better that you think. Sweetheart."

"Oh, okay," you mentioned, smiling, "when was my last menstrual cycle?"

"You ended last Friday."

"Okay what the actual hell, Steve?" You almost screamed, "How do you know all this?"

"I love you and I keep track of you and your feelings. I'm constantly worried about you, that's why I'm here now." Steve lovingly mentioned, giving you his classic puppy dog eyes.

"I love you too.. a lot in fact, but I don't know this stuff about you.." you trailed, now feeling like a bad girlfriend.

"I don't care. I know it about me. It doesn't matter what you do and don't know about me, I just want to know you love me." He said. Soon, you turned in your chart and the nurse called you back. You stood up, grabbing Steve's hand and guiding him back with you.

"The Doctor will be in shortly." The nurse mentioned, smiling and walking back out of the room.

The room was silent, but it wasn't a bad silent, it was peaceful. That was until the doctor came in. "I'm Dr. Dorian." The man said, holding his hand out for you to shake, then for Steve to do the same. "I'm gonna take some simple measurements and such to check for any irregularities." He said, grabbing the thermometer and waiting for you to open your mouth. You do so, he takes your blood pressure, then heart beat.

"Your heart beat seems a bit high.. but it's not irregular, almost like you're walking." Doctor Dorian stated, grabbing the chart and jotting something down.

"Her heart beats faster around me because she loves me so much." Steve says, leaning back in his chair some more. The doctor chuckled and so did you.

"Are you taking any current medications?" The doctor asks, looking up at you. You hated telling people that you had your anxiety medication to take, because you felt it was something to hide, even though Steve constantly tells you it's not.

"She takes anxiety medicine once a day, before bed." Steve chimed in, you gave him a nod, smiling at him gratefully for what he had just done.

"So, Sore throat? Allergies? Squishy feeling in your ears?" Doctor Dorian asked. You nodded and gave a slight hum to assure he was correct. "Sounds like a sinus infection. I'll give you some over the counter medications and it should be gone in no time." He said, shaking your hand once more and walking out.

You and Steve walked up to the front counter and they already had the medicine bagged up for you. "Insurance covered it." The lady at the counter said, offering you two a friendly smile and a nod.

You and Steve walked out of the doctors office, hand in hand. "You know, I told you that cough drops might not cover it." He whispered. You just giggled and got in his truck. You both got back to the tower, where you were bunking with each other. You got Bach to your room and went to sleep, knowing Steve was right behind you. You some up the next morning at about 9 AM to the smell of break fast. You opened your eyes and saw Steve struggling to get through the door with a tray in hand.

"I'm coming." You said, rushing to his aid.

"You're sick. Lay back down" he said, directing you to the bed once you helped him through the door. You got back on the bed and he put the tray in your lap.

"I made grits, southern style. I know you're throat is hurting, so I made something smooth." Steve mentioned, sitting down across from you on the bed.

"Thank you, baby, I really don't deserve what you give me. I love you." You said, smiling and taking a big bite of your grits.

"You deserve everything I do for you. Oh, and I love you too." Steve says, making you smile.

He leaned over the tray and kisses you, causing your grape juice to fall and get all over your sheets.

"Steve, number one, you're washing my sheets.." you said as he nodded. "And number two, I'm sick. You do realize that you're gonna get sick if you keep kissing me, right?" You giggled.

"I'm a super soldier, I can't get sick."

Needless to say, the next week was full of cuddling and snuggles, as both of your throats were a bit sore.

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an/ guess who's back.