❝You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed... walk it off. ❞
Here's a bunch of MCU GIF Imagines taken from my tumblr account.
REQUESTS are OPEN!
- I write everything but smut.
- I don't write boy x boy or girl x girl inserts.
- I write for every M...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
IMAGINE SHARING ONE LAST KISS WITH STEVE DURING THE BATTLE OF SOKOVIA WHEN HE DISCOVERS YOU'RE BADLY HURT.
The whole team had solid orders: evacuate the city and prevent Ultron from getting to the Vibranium core. Still nothing was going according to the plan. Nothing. You could swear if it wasn't because of this bloody experiment of Tony's, this catastrophe would have never happened. Yet, there you were fighting alone against an army of robots.
You did what all you could. You were just a simple agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., all what you knew to do was how to punch, defend yourself, track people down, and shoot a gun. Unlike your friends, you were not a super soldier, a demigoddess, a billionaire with a super armor, or a girl, who earned telekinetic powers from a gem. What made you that special, huh?
You hid behind a debris, looked at your hands – they were shaking. You were outnumbered and you were running out of bullets. There were only three left. You shifted and blasted off two approaching robots. Panting, you glanced if the area was clear so you could run with your teammates.
Suddenly, when you were on your way to the centre of the city a robot came up and got you shot. Ignoring the pain, you grabbed your gun and got rid of it in a matter of seconds.
"Anyone there?" You asked over the earpiece, groaning. You looked down to your stomach, it was bleeding. "A-Anyone?" You asked again, gasping.
As soon as you saw Wanda and Steve coming to your direction, your heart slowed its pace. He was there. His face showed concern, while yours relief. Steve ran to you and left Wanda behind with the citizens.
"Y/N?" He breathed, letting yourself launch into his embrace. "You're hurt. "
With a shaky voice, you spoke up, "Steve, look, we both know I'm not gonna win this battle," you began feeling his grip get tighter and watching him shake his head. "Yes, listen. There's no other choice-"
"No," he whispered, shedding tears. "I can't let you go. Stay with us. We can help you."
Grimacing, you sucked a breath and then looked up at him. "You never give up, do you? I love you, my soldier boy."
Looking in his watery eyes, you cupped his head gently with one of your hands. Then your lips collided, like never did before. His arms were around you, holding you from falling. You were getting weaker with the time, but Steve's hand brushing your cheekbone reassured you.
You did release, when he felt you said something. He asked you what did you say, but as soon as he opened the eyes he found your lifeless body.
Grunting, he plummed onto the ground with you in his arms. Blaming himself for not having fought with you and protected you, he kneeled there by your body. "I love you too, doll," he whispered, kissing your cheek.
