Avengers One-Shots

Steve x Reader - Shield Lesson

Prompt above. Medical info not completely accurate.
Steve's shield flies past your head in direction of the bomber as you punch the other man in the face. He stumbles on his feet as you draw blood from his nose.
You and Steve have been assigned a mission together to take down a group of men who have been making bombs and exploding buildings around New York. They'd been blowing up a bank when you tracked them down. You are now in a punching battle with them. Steve throws his shield hitting his enemy's back, causing the man to fall over, passed out.
Your target finds your open spot and punches you in the nose hard, breaking it. You yell out in pain, but push through the fight. Landing one final round of punches to the robber with a grunt, he lands on the ground, out cold. You breathe heavily, blood now gushing from your nose into your mouth.
"Ow.." You moan, wiping blood from your lips with your gloved hand.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" Steve walks over to you quickly, turning your face towards him to see the damage. His eyes displaying worry as he inspects your face.
"Steve, I think my nose is broken." You sigh as a headache starts to form. He moves his hand to his comm.
"Come in, Barton. We need a pick up hangar at our location. All enemies are down. One injured Avenger."
"Copy that. We're on our way." Clint responds as Steve calls the NYPD to pick up the bombers. As they drive away with the men in handcuffs, Clint touches down on the street with the Quinjet, Natasha smiling through the window.
You smile slightly, lifting your hand to slightly touch your nose, wincing when pain explodes through your face.
"Ow, ow, ow." Steve looks back at you and panic shows on his face.
"No (Y/N), don't touch your face." He pulls your hands away gently. "I know it hurts but try to stay still, okay?" You nod, dizziness overtaking your body.
"St-Steve.." You mumble, dots appearing in your vision, before falling forward into his arms as he catches your tumbling body, struggling before placing you on the cement ground.
"(Y/N) can you hear me?" He curses as he holds your wrist, feeling your pulse.
"Natasha, get the medical kit ready."
"On it." She moves to the back of the craft to find the supplies as Steve carefully lifts you off the ground, carrying you onto the Quinjet and placing you on the emergency stretcher in place for missions. Brushing your hair back from your face, Steve grasps your hand in his. Natasha maneuvers her way to your other side, carefully wiping away the blood from your face with a wet cloth as Clint moves the plane back into the air. On the way back, Natasha gives Bruce a call explaining your injury. "We're on our way. Do you want me to wait to help (y/n)? She's still passed out." She nods in response to the Bruce.
"Mhm...Okay. Thanks." She closes the call and turns to Steve, who won't take his guilt filled eyes off your unconscious body.
"Bruce said we should wait to help
(y/n) until we get back." Steve nods, squeezing your hand.
~~
Clint opens the back of the Quinjet as Steve lifts you from the stretcher, carrying you out. Bruce meets the super soldier on the landing pad, walking over to check on you.
"Let's get her inside." He says, before walking to the med bay with Steve in tow.
"Lay her here please." He pats one of the vacant beds before walking to the cabinets and grabbing supplies. "Raise her legs about 12 inches above the bed. It'll help her come back to consciousness." Steve complies, performing the motion silently. Bruce walks over, placing a shot, medical tape and gauze on the counter next to the bed.
"How'd it happen?" Bruce asks Steve as he checks your swollen nose.
"She um..she got punched by one of the bombers. He found her open spot." Bruce nods in understanding, as you start to rouse. As your awareness increases, the pain does too. Reaching up to touch your face, Steve pulls your hand down, holding onto it.
"Hey, don't pay attention to it (y/n). Just focus on me." You nod, as Bruce holds the gauze and tape.
"Steve, I'm gonna need you to hold her. This'll hurt but I'll give her some anesthesia after to help with the pain." Steve nods at Bruce's words as he sits down on the edge of your bed, looking into your hazy (color) eyes.
"Hey, (y/n). I'm sorry i didn't protect you out there."
Bruce places the gauze against your nose, as gently as possible but you whimper in pain and shut your eyes.
"I know. I'm sorry (y/n) but I need to put this on to help you heal." Bruce explains as you nod, squeezing Steve's hand out of fear.
"I got you, (y/n). It's okay." Steve rubs his thumb in soothing circles on your skin, placing a kiss on the top of your hand. "Just listen to my voice." He says as Bruce places tape over the gauze to keep it in place on your skin. You flinch, tears filling your eyes as he presses too hard on your upper cheeks. You squeeze Steve's hand until you're sure the blood flow has left it.
~~~
"All done." Bruce says as he puts away the medical tape and leftover gauze. You open your eyes to look down at your hand grasping Steve's in the tightest grip imaginable. You let go, blushing.
"Sorry." You apologize meekly. He smiles at you.
"It's okay. Not like I needed that hand anyway." Guilt fills your body as he laughs from your grim expression.
"I'm just joking. Don't worry about it."
"Hey, Steve?" Bruce asks. "Can you get
(y/n) some more clothes so I can give her the anesthetic? Kinda hard to administer it when she's in a suit." Steve nods before letting go of your hand, leaving to get you some clothes from your room. You frown at the loss of warmth in your palm.
A few minutes later, he comes back, changed from his suit to a white T-shirt that shows off his gorgeous abs and a pair of sweatpants. His hair is unruly from fighting, a few strands hanging above his eyes. He sets down a pink T-shirt and black athletic shorts on your bed.
"Would you like some help changing, (y/n)?" You and Steve both blush but you know he is only trying to help. You nod, swinging your feet to let them dangle over the edge. You push yourself off the bed with shaky palms, your shoe covered feet landing on the ground with a soft thump. One of your legs buckles, and Steve reaches out just in time to catch you before you hit the cold, tile floor. Fear clutches your heart as you grasp onto Steve, his large hands wrapped around your waist. Holding onto him weakly, he grunts softly before raising you back up onto the bed. Sighing, he looks at you with a soft smile. He still hasn't moved his hands. Your waist is burning at his touch.
You return your own weak smile and look down at your hands, still holding his arms. He clears his throat, removing his hands, causing your cheeks to flush in embarrassment as you move yours from his biceps.
"Maybe we should do this here, since you're not up to standing..?" He asks your eyes, and you nod.
"M'kay." You whisper. The next five minutes are spent awkwardly changing your clothes before Steve tucks you back under the sheets. Bruce comes back into the room, apparently having left to tell Tony the extent of your injuries. You both hadn't even noticed.
After he gives you the anesthesia, you grow drowsy. As your eyelids flutter and start to close, the last thing you see is Steve's face smiling down at you. You drift off to sleep, knowing he's there with you.
No matter what.
~~~
(A few days later (afternoon))
After the swelling went down in your nose, you were able to leave the medical wing of the compound. Bruce unhooked you from the machines and you were able to walk around, finally free of the confined space. Your feet pad across the tile floor of the halls, as you make your way to your room. On the way there, you say hello to Thor, who smiles warmly at you, giving you a cheerful, "Hello, Lady (Y/N)! Good to see you in better health." You chuckle as you reach your door, walking in and heading towards your shower.
~~~
"Jarvis, where's Steve?" You ask as you zip up the back of your dress. Shoving some nude colored heels on, you walk back over to your door as the AI replies, "In the training room ma'am, on the twenty-third floor." You nod and open the door, before heading to the elevator.
(10 minutes later)
You open the door to the training room, not expecting the famous Captain America shield to go flying past your head, hit the wall with a clang, and zoom back into Steve's hand. You probably jumped five feet in fright. Steve notices, walking over to you, dressed in his suit.
"(Y/N), I didn't see you come in. I could've hit you." He scans you for injuries, but he's really looking at how beautiful you are in your blue dress.
"It's alright, Steve. No harm done." He nods at your claim. "But..could I try it out? The shield? I've always wanted to and since you almost hit me with it, you kinda owe me." You smirk as he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners, handing his shield over to you. You hold it with one hand and slip your other through the strap on the back. The thing is heavy.
"Okay. So how do I throw it?" You ask Steve and he moves behind you, softly grabbing your throwing hand. He moves his other hand to your waist, your skin growing hot under your dress. His touch is electric.
"Plant your feet apart so they're In an 'A' shape with your body, like so.." He plants his feet behind you and you watch before repeating the position.
"Good. Now.." he pauses to pull your arm backwards so the shield is almost behind your body, "you pull back past your shoulder and move forwards again to throw it." He performs the motion with you as a practice round then lets go of your hand.
"Looks like you're ready. Go ahead and give it a try." He smiles at you and stands back to give you some space. You take a breath and exhale before executing the motion like he showed you. The shield flies from your hand, hits a target on the wall with a toll and comes back towards you. Your eyes widen as everything happens in slow motion. You forgot to ask how to catch it! Your eyes glance at Steve with worry and he remembers, too. Just as the shield comes towards you, you squat down, covering your head and he jumps in the way, catching the shield in his gloved hand. His arm flies backwards in rebound from the speed of the shield.
"Good job, (y/n). I forgot to tell you how to catch it though." He chuckles nervously and you laugh, your bubbly personality returning back to normal as you stand up.
"If you keep getting me hurt Steve I'm gonna have to avoid you." You smirk, crossing your arms across your chest.
He feigns worry and brings his hand to his mouth.
"That doesn't sound good." He smiles behind his hand. "I might just have to.." he pauses for dramatic effect, "Kidnap you instead!" He drops his shield and wraps his arms around your waist before picking you up. You shriek at the motion and a smile lights up your face as he pulls you around to face him, setting you back down. He loves your smile. With Steve holding your waist once more, you lean forward towards him, resting your head on his. Butterflies fill your stomach.
Smiling softly at you, he leans forward and connects your lips in a gentle but passionate kiss. Fireworks burst inside you and you pull him closer, reaching your hands up into his hair. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as he can. He wants all of you. In this moment.
After a minute, you both disconnect from each other's lips, breathing heavy. Both of you stand in the silence of the training room, holding each other close.
"Thank you Steve." You smile lightly. "For teaching me." He laughs softly.
"You're welcome, ma'am. It was my pleasure."