Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
Warning: mentions of injuries and use of morphine; other than that, just a huge load of fluff
Summary: the journey back home from the past does not go as smooth as planned and Steve does need a bit of a higher dosage of painkiller, however the warning did not mention accidental confessions
A/N: pretty fucking long time, no see but i’ve happened to watch knives out and instantly started missing stevie boi so here’s this something i cooked for you while in the cinema. enjoy xx also, this got a cliffhanger so maybe a part two??
You were standing next to Sam near the portal, grabbing his hand so hard that his fingers almost broke but he didn’t even seem to care at the moment. You all had a breath held back while waiting for Steve to return from the mission which was supposed to take only five seconds, at least for you in the present. You knew it was a much longer time for Steve himself, and you were getting really worried and started regretting letting him take back the Stones all alone.
Your anxiety started overtaking you especially when the seconds had passed and he was still nowhere to be found. You looked at Bruce with a heart beating faster each minute, and you almost yelled at him as you asked why Steve was taking so much to come back to you. When your friend couldn’t give you any rational answers, you pushed Sam away and stepped closer to the complex machine looking Bruce in the eyes, ready to shout his hair off if you were to find out he had fucked up and it was impossible for Steve to return. You had already opened your mouth but had a loud groan from behind you cut you off even before you could start preaching. You quickly spun around and let out a relieved chuckle as you saw Steve on the floor of the portal. However, your happiness was soon gone when he fell on his knees, blood dripping from his head down his face. Steve was unable to form intelligible words, let alone sentences and your face completely fell when you saw his torn uniform as Bucky and Sam helped him stand on his two feet. You completely forgot about Bruce and the whole world around you as you rushed towards Steve, gently cupping his cheeks and trying to create eye contact with him with no success. He was practically unconscious.
“Y/N, make sure they get a bed ready for him in the hospital wing. Boy has gotten into just another fight,” Sam blurted out, keeping his calm and supporting his friend towards the bulding along with Bucky. You quickly nodded and held back your tears as you started sprinting back to the Avengers compound, looking for the nearest doctor or nurse. Still, the one you first met, or dare I say bumped into when you pushed the heavy door open was Scott and he was not the biggest help since he panicked even more than you did if that’s even possible.
However, you soon got everything settled and ready before Sam and Bucky even carried Steve inside and you gave yourself a pat on the back when you saw Cap getting laid on a hospital bed gently but quickly. You let out a long sigh when the nurse sent Sam and Bucky outside and Bruce rushed in, already giving advice and instructions on what to do before Steve completely disappeared behind the light blue curtain of the sterile room, already knocked out.
Sam pulled you in for a hug and slowly caressed your back, making sure you would keep calm. You really needed to overcome the stubborn force pulling your arms down as you hugged your best friend back weakly, in need of medical help yourself since you were on the verge of fainting. Sam guided you to an empty chair against the white wall that seemed way too bright at the moment and forced you to keep your eyes closed unless you wanted to go totally blind.
Only now you just realised how weak your legs and whole body were and how much energy worrying for Steve had drained from you. You were so shocked that you didn’t even notice Bucky leaving and getting back to his room - you could only see you were alone with Sam when your vision had finally cleared and some colour had flooded your face again.
“It’s okay, he’s gonna be fine,” Sam whispered, soothing you with his deep voice before you fell asleep on his shoulder right there on the spot.
You were woken up a little less than an hour later when Bruce came out of the room, letting you know that Steve’s condition was stable but he needed some rest. By the time, Bucky had already rejoined you two and gave you a gentle smile when he saw you were awake. You returned the gesture, your face much more brighter because of the great news and you slowly stood up, stretching out your spine. Sam told you to take a refreshing shower while Steve was asleep and you took one last look towards the bright room before taking the advice and returning to your room.
When you went back to the hospital room at around 9PM, the corridor was already empty. Everyone had either passed out or was trying to recreate after the long fight they just had. You even heard some light-hearted chatter and laughter, all the Avengers trying to see the glass half full. You did contemplate join them before you saw Steve’s small movements near the window of the room disigned like the ones in hospitals, and it made you stop. You could see he was just waking up from the deep, dreamless sleep he was put into after the mini-surgery, and you desperately wanted to be there with him.
You slowly grabbed and turned the doorknob, trying not to make any loud noises while entering the room only lit by one small light in the wall above Steve’s head. You quietly approached him and sat down on the edge of his bed just as he opened his eyes, a small and sleepy smile spreading over his face.
“Hey there...” Steve tried to push himself up but failed terribly, letting out a painful groan and you had already reached out to help him out, causing him to smirk just again. “Are you my guardian angel, or what?”
The sudden, dorky but honest question made your heart skip a beat and you lowered your head with wrinkles in the corners of your eyes, telling about the huge smile spreading over your face. You cleared your throat and tried to get serious just again, failing terribly as you saw Steve’s cloudy expression and dorky smile.
“Wait. Are you high?” You joked, letting out a soft chuckle and shifted closer to Steve who simply shrugged.
“I’m sure they’ve given me some morphine or whatever for the pain. But to be fair, I barely remember anything,” he blurted out without articulating one word, making it really difficult for you to understand what he was saying. You still laughed and shook your head, looking around the room and soon finding the small phial of morphine on the table right under the window.
“Yep, see the one who knocked you out so bad. Man, you must’ve been attacked brutally. I’m so glad nothing serious happened.” You said, almost whispered and you could feel Steve getting a bit more serious after your confession. He looked you deep in your eyes and smiled softly just again, waking up those damned butterflies in your stomach.
“I just knew there was someone real worried about me in the future,” he whispered, his index finger slightly touching your bruised knuckles and you really had to control yourself so you wouldn’t fall off the hospital bed. You cleared your throat just again and smiled awkwardly, shaking your head.
“Man, you’re so high,” you chuckled, but deep down honestly hoping it was not simply the morphine speaking from Steve. The boy just smiled at you with his sleepy baby blues piercing your E/C eyes and you couldn’t be sure if he was aware of his actions or not.
“Maybe. But maybe not. Maybe you make me feel like this.”
