The Captain's Renegade (Steve Rogers X Reader)

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  Bloody fantastic. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I could only feel pain. Slowly, though, I could see. I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea pushed me down.

"Don't sit up. It'll only make it worse."

My vision cleared. I was tied to a hospital bed. Oh no. I started panicking. I hate being restrained. Bad memories always  resurfaced. I pulled on the restraints, not caring if I hurted myself in the process.

A familiar face loomed over me. I growled. Literally. "Natasha Romanov. Always a pleasure meeting you, I'm sure," I snarled. "Mind telling me where I am before I set this entire room on fire?"

She smirked. "You're in the West Hospital Wing. When they sedated you, you flamed up. Literally." She chuckled. "Couldn't move you for 5 hours. You got a scar over your left eye, another under your right."

She must have seen the look on my face. "Hey, why are you making that face? I'm not that scary, am I?" She asked cautiously. I winced. "The restraints. I hate being restrained." I wailed.

Natasha immediately took off the restraints. I raised my hand and reached for a glass of water. I drank it in one swig, Natasha looking at me with curiosity. "Well aren't you thirsty." She smiled.

"I get dehydrated easily." I explained. Suddenly, the alarm went off. I wailed and covered my ears. Immediately the rest of the Avengers came in. Stark rushed to me and put my arms behind me. I didn't resist. I was too weak.

The alarm turned off. I breathed heavily. "Natasha, what were you thinking?! She could've killed you!" Hawkeye yelled. I laughed.

"Really? You think that because of my past, I'll just go on a killing spree? One of my special abilities is to see a person's life. Natasha out of all you has the worst. I judge people on their merits, not their actions."

My eyes flashed red, then blue, then gold, then amber. I settled on amber. "So, if your plans are to kill me, then by all means do so. I can tell you now that it won't work," I murmured. "I've already tried." The room got silent.

The least likely person spoke up. "Our plans aren't to kill you. It's the opposite." Steve said. I looked at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Hmmm. Truth be told," I continued. "I never really wanted to kill. I just do it to people who deserve it."

Vines crept up the walls, and pretty soon, a howl pierced the air. I grinned.

Timber wolves rushed through the doors. If they hadn't, I wouldn't have escaped. "Rhea! Here girl!" I shouted as I kicked Tony in the stomach. Sierra was keeping the door open. We raced out into the hallway, like escapees from prison.