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that's horrible timing- steve rogers

Currently, you were on a quad mission with your best friend Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Tony, to take down yet another HYDRA base and were on the verge of collapsing as you had absolutely no sleep in the past three days. The only thing that kept you moving forward was the fact that you'd die if you stopped.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" Steve spoke into his comm, breathless, "It's really important."

"Can it wait?" you hissed, carefully scanning the area for any approaching guards. "If you haven't noticed already, we're kind of in the middle of something right now!"

"But it's important!" he insisted, as he let out a grunt, swinging his shield out which made a metallic clang sound when it met its intended target.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "How could anything possibly be more important than us making it out of here alive? I really would like to get out of here without having a bullet buried in my leg, or worse, have you drag my lifeless corpse to the jet and back home."

"Come on, it's only going to take ten seconds!"

"We don't have ten seconds, Steve!" you sighed, exasperated. When would he finally come to his senses and understand that they had a limited amount of time to escape?

"Fine, five seconds."

"Spit it out, Cap," you demanded.

"You free tonight at 7? There's this really nice Italian place downtown that just opened a few months ago, and then after that, we can have a movie marathon and bake snickerdoodles, I know you like those..."

"Seriously? Are you really asking me on a date right now?" you shouted, ducking behind a car to avoid a bullet speeding over your head. Coming back up, you shot your gun, smirking when you heard it hit the HYDRA soldier that attempted to shoot at you. "Honestly, you have horrible timing."

"So, is that a yes?" You could practically hear the smile in his tone although you couldn't see where he was and he was panting heavily. You laughed to yourself as you popped up from behind your hiding spot again so you could continue shooting while you made your way to the meeting point.

"Yes, idiot," you chuckled, feeling your face heat up slightly when you saw him in the distance, throwing punches at the guards. "You better not eat the cookie dough, though, or else I'll never forgive you, alright?"

"Of course I'm not going to do that. As long as I can spend time with you, that---"

His comm suddenly made a weird static noise, causing you to frown in confusion.

"Steve? Can you hear me? Steve, come in!" you exclaimed frantically, trying to reconnect the signal.

He was literally just there, so why couldn't you see him all of a sudden? "Steve! Are you there? Sam! Where's Cap?"

"Cap's down," Sam replied in a tense voice. "I'm too far away so I won't be able to get to him quickly, so can you go get him?"

"Roger that, Wilson," you responded, your heart beginning to race in panic, fearing the worse. What if he was dying? Or worse, dead? You couldn't even stand the thought of that.

Once the bullets slowed down you started sprinting towards the direction where you had last seen him as fast as you could, hoping and praying that you were going to make it in time.

Thankfully, your prayers were answered because you could see his familiar figure leaned up against the wall, making your run faster towards him. Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized how pale his face was from struggling to breathe, and there was dark patch of red spreading across his stomach.

"Oh hey," he said nonchalantly when he noticed you there, lifting up a hand in greeting, "How you doing?"

"Oh my god, Steve..." you went forward to inspect his abdomen more carefully. "You got shot? How?"

"Because," Bucky said sarcastically through your comm, "His shield is the size of a dinner plate and he is an idiot. As I've told him, many times."

"You suck, Barnes," Steve gasped out in between breaths.

"Shut your damn mouth, Buck, or I'll have Strange teleport me over to you and kill you myself. I'm trying to help a wounded soldier here!" you snapped, grabbing your emergency supplies out from your pouch.

"I'm not wounded, I'm fine. And language, missy," He let out a laugh but was cut off by a fit of coughing, squinting his face up to try to hide the obvious pain that he was in.

"You're such an idiot, Cap," you sighed. You began bandaging up his bullet wound as he winced in pain at the contact. "You're lucky that you didn't die. I wouldn't want you to die on me."

"Pfft," he scoffed, "I'm Captain America. I can't die on you."

It took a lot of willpower for you not to smack him in the shoulder and roll your eyes again, but somehow you managed. "You suck at timing and lying, mister. Stop pretending to be all macho."

"Says the one who yelled at me to act more like a man and to suck it up when I complained about getting a bruised jaw during sparring?"

"That was just a punch. This isn't," you defended yourself. "Now come on, we need to get you onboard and back to the HQs to the medical wing."

"No," he waved you off, trying to sit up but failing and sliding back down against the wall instead, "we have a date tonight."

"That can wait. What's more important is that you're alive. But I can promise you that if we put it off until tomorrow, I'll give you extra cookies and maybe some cookie dough if you stop being so annoying. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted you jokingly. "Anything for garlic bread and snickerdoodles."

"Come on, now, let's go," you said, offering him a hand and pulling him up. He wrapped an arm around your waist and yours went across his shoulders to keep him upright. Ignoring the burning feeling on your side where his arm was placed, you started walking forward, helping him onto the jet.

"Thanks," he mumbled, and you could feel his grip around you tighten slightly. "You're a big help."

"Oh, it's nothing," you laughed quietly, "I'm just glad you're okay. Just don't do anything stupid from now on, okay?"

"Mhm," he murmured, gently running his fingers through your hair.

As soon as you and the others finished boarding the Quinjet, you slumped in your seat and fell asleep within seconds, dreaming about the epic date you had in store for tomorrow.

Bucky watched as Steve pressed his lips to your forehead before falling asleep as well.