Avengers One Shots

I'm with you ➢ S. Rogers

They were going to crash. It was inevitable. The air in the jet felt denser and the tension hung heavier in the atmosphere. It was all coming to an end. Seconds left like hours and even though they would be dead in a matter of minutes, it felt like an eternity.

(Y/N) grabbed the controls, trying to steady the plane as it battled turbulence. Steve picked up the the radio, hoping that someone out there would hear him, so at least they wouldn't feel so alone.

"Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?" Steve announced into the radio, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Captain Rogers," Jim started. "What is your..."

"Steve, is that you?" Peggy's worried voice came through. "Are you alright? Where's (Y/N)?"

"Peggy! She's here. She's fine. Schmidt's dead."

"What about the plane?" Peggy asked nervously.

Steve looked at (Y/N), her eyes staying trained at her monitor, forcibly pressing buttons. (Y/N) grunted, her hand slamming on the controls. Steve paused for a moment, his eyes studying her. (Y/N) glanced up at him, her (e/c) eyes filling with sadness as she shook her head in defeat.

"That's a little bit tougher to explain," he sighed.

"Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site," Peggy ordered softly.

Steve froze, looking at (Y/N). He wanted her to tell him some good news, any news. But instead her teary (e/c) eyes stared back at him, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"Steve..." (Y/N) whispered, taking a step closer the the slightly panicked soldier. "Buck, might not be here. B-but I am." She gently placed her hand on his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

She looked up at his oceanic blue eyes, getting lost within them one last time. She smiled sadly at the blonde man. "And I'm with you..."

A mournful smile passed across Steve's features and he pulled her into a hug trying to memorize how she felt against him. "'Til the end of the line?" He questioned.

A hot tear rolled down her cheek, wetting his shirt. She nodded against his chest, inhaling his sweet scent as she wondered if heaven was going to be as warm and as pleasant as one of Steve Rogers hugs. "'Til the end of the line," she repeated. "And whatever lies beyond that."

They pulled apart, hands still ghosting on each others skin as Steve pulled the mic to his lips. He looked at her one more time, hoping that she would change her mind, that somehow, by some miracle they would found a way out of this, alive. He wished that he hasn't dragged her into this mess.

She gazed up at him and nodded her head, telling him that it was okay, that she wasn't afraid of dying.

The truth however is, that she was, but Steve didn't need to know that.

"There's not going to be a safe landing," Steve confirmed, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)'s. The radio went silent for a moment before Peggy's cries came stiflingly through the static. Steve tried to blink back the tears. (Y/N) softly grabbed the radio.

"Peg," she whispered. "You aren't going to like it but it's-it's the only option. I'm going to try an-and force it down."

"(Y/N) no. I'll get Howard on the line, he'll know what to do." The panic in her sisters voice was almost enough to put (Y/N) over the edge. She wanted to hug Peggy and tell her that everything was going to be alright. But she couldn't. She couldn't lie to her sister, not this time.

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and it's heading for New York. I-I gotta put her in the water, Peg. I'm-I'm sorry," (Y/N) choked out through tears.

"Please, don't do this, (Y/N). I can't lose you too. Please. We have time. We can work it out."

Steve gently took the radio from (Y/N)'s hand. "Peggy, right now, we're in the middle of nowhere. If we wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. This-this is our choice."

(Y/N) leaned over Steve, her lips pressing against the cool metal of the radio. "Peg?"

"I'm here," Peggy whispered.

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that birthday party you wanted to throw me," (Y/N) chuckled slightly.

"Alright," Peggy replied through strained breaths but (Y/N) could tell that her sister was smiling on the other side. "A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club."

"You got it."

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, sis."

"You better be there. You too, Steve. Can't have a party for (Y/N) without her boyfriend."

Steve smiled sadly before muttering a 'yes ma'am'

"Peg?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?" She answered trying not to break down.

(Y/N) smiled sadly, brushing away tears that were rolling down her face. "Promise me, you'll keep on fighting. That you'll fight for me."

Peggy sniffled "I promise."

The radio died.

"Peg? Peggy?" (Y/N) clutched it tighter in her hands, tears freely falling down her face.

Silence.

(Y/N) placed the radio gently on the ground. Staring at it for a moment, wishing to hear her sisters voice again, before looking at Steve and then out of the window. Through tear stricken eyes and a heavy heart she was at least thankful that they had a nice view before they perished.

Steve's hand found (Y/N)'s and he held it tight. (Y/N)'s eyes were still trained on the oncoming ocean, but Steve's gaze fell on her. If this was going to be his final moments on this planet, the very last thing he wanted to see was her. Her and her sad smile and her glowing eyes. And somehow just by looking at her, he wasn't scared anymore. His thumb rubbed over her hand absentmindedly as the ship drew closer to the ocean abyss.

"I love you, doll," he muttered, pulling her in just close enough to place a tender kiss on her lips. He pulled away showing her a small smile to match the blushing cheeks he always had when she was around.

(Y/N) looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears as she gripped his hand tighter. "I love you too, punk."