❝ i'm with you
till the end of the line. ❞
a collection of reader insert one-shots/imagines for Captain America, otherwise known as Steve Rogers.
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You straightened out your skirt and rehearsed your lines one last time before opening the door. You made sure to hide the panic button you held in your hand. It was only in case of emergency. Steve Rogers sat on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched you walk in. His eyes left you for a second to look around the room before they met yours once more. You were startled slightly by how bright they were. His hair was styled perfectly and even in a t-shirt and sweatpants he was incredibly attractive.
You cleared your throat slightly. "Good morning," you said with a smile. You glanced at your watch. "Or should I say afternoon."
"Where am I?" His fists were clenched where they laid against the bed.
"You're in a recovery room in New York City." You had guessed he would ask that and prepared your answer ahead of time. All you had to do was repeat everything that was told to you.
His lips parted slightly in confusion. He looked you up and down, taking in your 1940's attire and hairstyle. Then he turned his attention behind him to an open window and the radio that sat on the dresser. He listened to it for a moment before his gaze fell on you again.
"Where am I, really?" His tone held a hint of anger.
You let out a small chuckle. "I'm afraid I don't understand." You had to continue the act. Keep him calm. Don't give any indication that you're lying.
"The game." He glared at you slightly. "It's from May, 1941. I know 'cause I was there."
Your smile faltered and you paused to steady your breathing. You stared at him for a moment. This was not in the plan. They didn't tell you what to do if this happened. You could feel yourself beginning to panic inside and you fought hard not to let it show. Your hand gripped the button tighter, but you didn't push it yet.
"Now, I'm gonna ask you again." He said as he stood up and took a few steps toward you. You refrained from taking any back, even though you really wanted to. Keep him calm, that's all you had to do. "Where am I?" He stopped when he was less than a foot away from you. That's when you pressed it.
"Captain Rogers," you said quietly. You didn't get the chance to say anything else.
"Who are you?" He shouted making you jump slightly. You didn't answer him and instead watched him examine your face. Your hands were shaking, you weren't prepared for this to happen and you had no idea what you were supposed to do.
The door behind you opened and you didn't have to look back to know who was walking in. The two armed men walked in front of you, shielding you from Steve just in case it got violent. Steve's face turned to one of surprise and he took a half-step back. He recovered quickly from his shock and managed to throw both the men through the wall. He walked through the hole and realized he wasn't where you said he was. He glanced back at you before running to the exit of the large, empty room.
