Our Perfect Never •||• stony

Part XXV - Escape

-=Steve=-
Collapsing from exhaustion wasn't something I was expecting to do today. My breath ragged and short as I clutch my leg in pain.

The bodies scattered around me are of all sizes, some half my size and some double my height as well as weight.

The odds weren't on their side today. I feel no sympathy for them though. They hurt Tony. They deserve it.

But surely that isn't it. Surely. Shouldn't test my luck.

"You guys good in there?" Natasha asks from the other side of the comms.

"Almost done," Tony replies, then a sudden blaring alarm goes off, seemingly shredding through my eardrums.

I hear faint screaming through my own agony, only a single cry from a voice, what I can distinguish as Pietro's.

Wraithing on the ground is the one thing I can think of doing at the moment, clawing at my ears.

In the distance is yelling, but my eyesight is fuzzy and the figure yelling as well as running towards me is unrecognisable.

I attempt to kick at the person, crawling the other way. They grab my foot mid kick and continue screaming at me.

They seem distressed. I try to focus on them, squinting my eyes as a familiar face comes into view.

Tony. He is shouting and trying his best to cover my ears now that I've stopped resisting.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" I howl as another wave of sound rips through my mind.

His lips move but nothing comes out. He is not affected by this? How?

"Steve! Steve, can you hear me?!" Tony's voice divides the noise for a second before disappearing.

I nod vigorously, and he gets the point and continuously talks into the microphone. It's the only way to stop the pain.

He helps me up, trying his best to still talk whilst holding half the weight of a super soldier.

Thankfully, the abrupt disturbance left adrenalin running through my veins, helping with carrying myself forward.

I feel Tony's hand on my hip as he slips the revolver from my holster, aiming it at the nearing cross path.

Retracing our steps we make it to the exit we came in through, the genius pressing two buttons on his mini tablet to activate camo mode again.

I look at him before looking down at myself, realizing that my bullet hole seems to disable the camouflage material.

My suit flickers for a second and then shuts off completely. I stare blankly at Tony before he reaches over and pulls my glasses over my eyes.

"Let's go." He proceeds to walk forwards when the alarm stops. I can't hear much but I know Pietro isn't in pain anymore.

We lock eyes, knowing that they have stopped the alarms to come after us.

We start to sprint back to where we came from, my limping slowing me down.

"The Quinjet is here. You need to hurry. We don't know how long we have to get out of here. Pietro is unconscious and Fury has called us in." Nat blurts through the comms, and I can see that Tony is starting to move faster.

Snow flies as sniper bullets pierce the ground alongside us, missing by inches each time.

Another shot hits its mark though, going through my right shoulder and painting the ground with scarlet red.

Gosh damnit why didn't I leave my shield strapped to my back?

"STEVE!!" Tony looks over to me as I stagger, turning back to help before he sees me waving him on.

"Go! You need to get back! I'll be fine." I yell back, my pace slowing even more.

He shares with me a worried glance before the third bullet cuts into my waist, making my legs finally give way as I fall.

Eyesight blurs and my body limpens, the soft moss below me is welcoming and comfortable.

My body is slowly dragged off the moss and I frown slightly, noticing the thick blood trail I leave behind.

"Hang in there, Cap. Please." Tony begs me and I understand that he is attempting to save me.

"It's too late. They are coming. I can't let you get captured. Not again." I try to unwrap his hand from my wrist but he persists.

"Don't try to be the hero, Tony. You need to leave. Now." He pulls me behind a huge tree and lays my head in his hands, protected from the deadly sniper gazes.

"You'll be fine. It'll all be okay." His eyes are wide in panic and he starts to hyperventilate, his hands shaking as he tries to cover my shoulder wound.

"Tony," I place my hand over his and cough slightly, "It won't. I will never make it to the jet. Neither will you if you try to get me there. You have to leav-"

"No! I won't leave! You are one of the people I care most about, and I don't have many of those. I don't want the list to get smaller. It's already small enough." The pressure on my shoulder is harder.

My focus dims and I let go of the shield I had been holding on to so tightly.

The last thing I remember is the sound of heavy boots breaking leaves, Natasha stressfully yelling into the comms.

And Tony pulling my head into his lap.

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