Evanston Imagines

Imagine Hyra Beaking In & Steve Saving You

You and Steve had just gotten married and now moved in together. He had insisted in getting some shopping. So now you were making some little tweaks to some furniture.

You were walking past your wall of memories when you saw your wedding day photo and stood starring at it. Steve in his smart suit and you in your beautiful gown. You didn't want to take it off nor did you want the day to end. You remembered it as if it was yesterday.

All of a sudden you heard a smash coming from the front door. Followed by heavy footsteps and shouting. Hydra! You quickly tired to run to the back door but it wouldn't open and the keys were in the front door. You turned to see a man in black come in his gun pointed at you.

"Where is he?" he asked. "Who?" you asked shaking with fear. You knew exactly who but wanted to stool them you pressed you emergency bottom Steve had given you and he would be back any minute now with help you hope. "Captain Rogers! Where is he?" the man stepped forward his gun still pointing at you making you push your self up against the wall.

"Where is he? you asked yourself. You looked down to see it was broke. You dropped it and put your hands up, "I don't know where he is." "Your his wife are you not?" a smartly dressed woman asked in a German accent. "Yes." you nodded, "but it doesn't mean I know where he is all the time." She laughed and with a nodded of her head the man placed a bag over your head and tied your hands.

"Let me go!" you struggled to get the man off. He was too strong. You wished you did take those lessons from Natasha. You hear them all leave but then cries of pain. "What's going on?" the woman said. You could see a little through the bag but not a lot. You tired to scream for help but the bag was too tight around your head.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Captain Rogers himself." you heard the woman laugh. the man had let you go and she held you. Her red nails digging into your arm. "Take one more step," she started. The bag was pulled of your head and a gun held to your head. "And she'll get it." You could see Steve looked at you with a mix sympathy and fear. He dropped his shield and held up his hands, "she's done nothing wrong."

"Oh but she had. Anyone close to you and you silly group of freaks have done wrong." You were shaking even more as she pressed it harder against your temple, "hail hyrda." You closed your eyes fearing she will pull the trigger but nothing happened only a cry. You opened your eyes to see her crying. In her side was a dagger. She pulled it out and fell life less. "cut of one head another shall grow in its place." were he last words.

"What does she mean?" you asked. "More are coming and we must go." he ran over grabbing you and pulled you on his motor bike. When you arrived at S.H.E.I.L.D you sat in one of the bed rooms waiting for Steve. "Did they hurt you?" he asked coming in and sitting next to you. "I'm fine, thank you, again." He had saved you a number of time and that's how you meet. He had saved you from a chitarian in the battle of New York.

"I love you." you smiled in bracing him in a hug. "I love you more." he smiled pulling away a little and lent down kissing you softly and tenderly. You kissed him back, "I don't think that's possible."