tom holland/peter parker and steve rogers oneshots

dizzy in love- steve rogers

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in which she dazedly admits

how she feels about him

and he's surprised by it

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so this scene is inspired by a book i'm reading! enjoy :)

also i'm sorry it's super cringey i started getting writers block towards the end so i struggled a lil...the ending is really bad i'm sorry for that too :( but i have a (slightly) better-written imagine coming up sooooo yeah look forward to that!

I'll be editing this oneshot when I have time to make it better btw :))

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"Y/N!"

"Y/N! Are you alright?"

"Y/N, hey, can you hear me? You're gonna be fine. We caught them before they could do anything worse to you so you're gonna be okay. Hey. You hearing me?"

You tried sorting out the sources of all the muffled voices around you but couldn't seem to put a finger on where exactly they came from, and when you opened your eyes all you could see were blurs of moving grey and black in various shades that just blended together into one general picture. Were the drops of dark liquid across the floor of the hangar bay your blood? You could hardly tell. You really hoped it wasn't your blood. The sight of blood made you want to faint.

"I'm fine," you tried to stand, but black spots dotted your vision and started wavering on your feet, swaying back and forth as you struggled to maintain balance. "I'll make it back in on my own."

"I'll take her inside," another deep voice offered.

Right as you realized that the man speaking was Steve, he'd already swooped you up into his strong arms. Your head tipped back against the crook of his neck and you could smell his cologne with the slightest hint of sweat, and you looked up into piercing, icy-blue eyes.

Well, now you knew you could at least start seeing color again after that dumb agent knocked you out with whatever the hell he used.

"Steve," you murmured half-consciously, reaching a hand up to lightly brush it against his cheek before it dropped limply down by your side. "You came to save me. Blood...there was blood everywhere...bleeding...and then...I didn't see anything anymore...I don't know..."

"Thank goodness you're alive. But we need to hurry and get you back inside to treat your wounds," he breathed out, shifting your weight and picking up his pace, walking so fast that the motion began to slowly rock you to sleep. He tried not to gag at the sight of the crimson-red liquid, your blood coming from the bullet-shaped hole in your side that was beginning to drip down his hands.

"What happened?" Peter questioned. "I got hit and almost passed out back there, but...I didn't black out completely like she did...so what's the deal here?"

"Hallucinogen," Bruce answered quickly as he tapped his screen that he was holding in his hands and swiped to the right, showing it to the team as they began walking towards the entrance to the compound. "Some sort of drug embedded in the bullet. She's been poisoned. I'll have to run a few tests to figure out exactly what it is, though. I don't think I've seen anything like this in a while."