DC and Marvel oneshots

Steve Rogers (Captain America) x Reader [Breath]

This is short and very bad but I'm only getting worse so this will have to do! Enjoy

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Running was bullshit. The act of moving one's legs in attempt to get somewhere, quite often a place that one didn't need to be and sometimes even the exact place they started, was just stupid. Running pointless laps or even running to a specific was a waste of time. You get hot and sweaty, legs ache and by the end all you want to do is eat a piece of cake which ruins the whole point of going for the damn run in the first place. It was stupid and unnecessary. And still here (Y/N) was, in the park running. Why, she didn't know, but her craving for cake was strong.

Sure enough, her legs were burning and stomach growled but she pushed on. After running a few miles and loosing around half a gallon of sweat she decided it was time to break. Slowing to a jog then a walk and then stopping altogether felt amazing. There was a bench nearby so of course she sat. After only a few second the familiar a sharp pain ripped tough her. The feeling of a tightening windpipe and burning lungs was too familiar too her, (Y/N) was having an asthma attack. Knowing this would happen she reach for her inhaler but found the pocket empty. Trying the other one led to the same result. The memory of leaving it by the door to pick up but forgetting only made her panic more. There was no one around to help her and her phone was dead. (Y/N) tried to stand up but a huge dizzy spell prevented her from going farther. Flopping back onto the bench she continued to gasp for air and clutched at her neck. A panic attack set I quickly and didn't help at all. As things grew dark she feared the worse when suddenly she felt a puff of air in her mouth. Immediately recognising it as an inhaler she held her breath for a few seconds then let it out again. Taking huge gulps of air, her vision slowly came back and once again she was aware of her surroundings.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked around to see a man sat next to her. He was very muscular, wearing a tight shirt and lose trousers, his hair was a sandy blond and his blue eyes were filled with worry.

"Are you alright Ma'am?"

"Y-yeah, I think so" (Y/N) looked down she saw he was holding the same inhaler as her one.

"You have asthma?" he asked.

Too breathless to speak all she could do was nod.

"Forget your inhaler?"

Another nod.

"Yeah, I've been there"

He waited with her till she was ok again just in case. He returned the inhaler to his pocket and offered her his hand.

"Steve Rogers" she smiled and shook his hand.

"(Y-Y/N) (Y/L/N), thank you so much. I don't usually run so this doesn't happen often"

"Yeah asthma sucks" he laughed lightly.

Looking him up and down she took note of the fact he was very much in shape, obviously he worked out a lot which didn't make sense.

"You look like you work out a lot, how do you do that with asthma?"

"Oh, I got over it a while ago but I carry and inhaler just in case. Guess it finally payed off."

"Yeah..." she looked away shyly.

"Hay would you like to walk with me to a coffee shop?"

"I would love to" she grinned and took his hand.

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UGH I HAVE NO INSIRATION SO PLEASE REQUEST!!!!!