Avengers Imagines pt.1

Miss Rogers *️⃣ Steve.

Song: Saturday night's alright for fighting - Elton John.

Imagine; you have the same elevator experience as your brother, Steve.

Storyline is different here, Pierce is still alive and working for SHIELD, because he didn't get caught.
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'Whatever it is that you want to discuss...it's going to have to wait...'

'No it's not going to wait Pierce...' you block his doorway.

'Miss Rogers I would appreciate-'

'And I Pierce would appreciate to know who I'm really working for, because it isn't SHIELD, and you know it..'

'You know, your brother had the same attitude a couple of weeks ago, and look where it got him...'

'You're pushing your luck here...'

'You won't do anything y/n...I know you too well..'

You huff and let out a forced laugh. You force him back to his desk and he sits down.

'You know my brother, but trust me we aren't the same when it comes to dealing with problems...he likes to lock people up...I prefer taking them down right then and there...but for his sake and my own I've been holding back...so tell me...WHO THE HELL AM I WORKING FOR!' You slam your fist on the glass table, causing it to break slightly.

He flinches and leans back in the chair.

'You're working for a different side of HYDRA, this side is still alive after everything that happened...'

'I should fucking blow your brains out for this...'

'Women shouldn't curse...'

'Maybe they don't in this time, but I'm a catholic woman from the 30's, so fuck you...oh and I would be scared if I were you...because this is merely a warning for what I am about to do...'

'Then what is it that you're going to do?'

'I am going to kill off, every single one of my coworkers, and then I will come for you...save the best for last...HYDRA, has to end...'

'There are way to many of us for you to kill off on your own...'

'Who says I'm alone?' You turn your back to him and walk out of his office.

'Get her before she leaves the building!' Pierce orders, you smirk.

'You're making it way to easy for me...' you mutter.

You get into the elevator and act as normal as ever. You're surrounded by agents, the enemy.

The elevator door closes, leaving you boxed in. And you spot one familiar face. Rumlow, James Rumlow, the one man you hate the most.

'Didn't you learn anything from last time you were in an elevator with a Rogers?' You speak up.

'You're a woman...'

'Oh so that's how you wanna play?, well...woman play dirty...' you wink and the first agent makes a move.

You grab the side of his head and slam him into the elevator wall. Making him collapse to the ground.

Then the second agent attacks. You grab his arm and twist it. You kick him in the back making him run into the other agents.

Your com starts to ring, signalling that someone is calling you.

You talk it two times while holding another agent back.

'Hey y/n, just checking in on you, how's it going?'

'I'm kind of in the middle of something here Stevie..'

'What's going on?'

'Elevator ride...' you knock an agent against the glass and it leaves a blood stain.

'Do you need any help?'

'No I'm fine- YES I NEED SOME HELP!' You yell.

'Where are you?'

'SHIELD!'

'I'm on my way...' he ends the call and you take down the last agent you don't know by name before turning to Rumlow.

'Calling for backup already?'

'No, I'm calling the one person that can make me stop hitting you...make me hold back...' you smirk and you punch him in the jaw.

He stumbles back and breaks the window. He holds onto the metal to stop himself from falling. He pushes himself in again and knees you in the stomach, making you grunt.

You fall down and he starts kicking you in the sides.

Then when you finally have the chance, you kick him in the knees and he falls to the ground. You wrap your legs around his neck and squeeze his throat shut.

'Why don't you call for backup now?, looks like you need it..'

He eventually stops moving and you hear more soldiers storming through the hallway towards the elevator.

'Shit, what do I do?' You curse as you look around.

'I really don't wanna do this, please don't make me do this...' you wine.

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Steve rushes onto the plaza and looks around for you. But you're not there, not yet.

'Y/n, where the hell are you?' He mutters and right then the glass breaks and you land on the ground. Just like Steve did but without the shield.

You basically just jumped to the hospital. You broke your ribs and a lot Of other bones with that.

'Y/n!' He yelps.

'Just let me die here...I made a stupid decision...it's called dumbass disease, and it's incurable..' you groan.

'Let's get you on your feet...' he takes your arm and hoists you up.

'Thanks Stevie...oh and for the record...I didn't kill anyone, injured badly?, yes. Killed?, no...'

'Let's not talk about this here, let's get you checked out...'

You take one step and your knees buckle, laying you down on the floor again.

'I wanna take a nap...'

'You wanna take a nap?'

'I wanna take a nap right here...'

'Okay take a nap right there then..' Steve lifts you up and lays you over his shoulder.

'Goodnight...' you breathe.

'Y/n?'

'You're not supposed to lay me over your shoulder when I just broke every bone in my entire body...'

'Just go to sleep y/n...'

'Okay.'