#static part two

Get up, Y/N. Get the fuck up, Y/N. As nice as the night had been, you knew you had to leave. You could never stay. Biting back a groan, you gently untangled yourself from Steve’s warmth. Your heart cracking at the small frown that creased his forehead. Fuck, he was making you soft. Hastily you grabbed at your clothes, a heated glare thrown back at the sleeping soldier when you realized you had to leave braless. Just fucking great. The walk of shame and naked nipples ta-boot.

You had just slid your jacket over your shoulders when shuffling from outside the motel door caught your attention. Immediately the air around you charged; the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You looked at Steve, waving your hand in his direction. He shot out of bed, the sheet pooling at his waist. He looked around in clear confusion, annoyance settling on his face when his blue eyes landed on you. He opened his mouth to reprimand you when you swiftly cut him off.

“What the fuck did you do?”

His confusion settled deeper into the lines of his face. “What did I do? You fucking—”

“Shh!”

Steve’s face cleared when he heard what you had been hearing. Someone was outside the door. You fell to your hands and knees, crawling over to the window and peaked outside. Fear settled at the base of your spine when you spotted the sniper across the street. Teeth digging into your lip, you contemplated calling Bucky. If anyone could get you out—

“Stay down!”

You didn’t think, hands flying over your head, the force of emotions making every window shatter. You heart thundered against your rib cage, Steve’s heart hammering against your back from where he lay over you. His body was tense, his breathing deep and in control. God, you should have known better. You should have fucking left as soon as he pulled out of you. You were an idiot, and now, you were going to have to fight your way out.

Again.

You felt the electricity pulsing through the palms of your hands. This was why they were here. To take you, to cage you, to exploit you. A weapon to use for their own agenda. Because you didn’t have a mind of your own. That’s why you refused the Avengers. Nick Fury had wanted you for Shield. Other interested parties had reached out, but you liked your free will. Nothing was going to change that. Not even these bastards. You felt Steve pull himself off you, heard the jangle of his belt as he got himself dressed. He was purposely using himself as a human shield. You sighed as you crawled over to the door, one hand grabbing on to the knob. You both stared at each other, waiting.

You heard the crackle of a com go off before soft footfalls came closer to the door. Counting to three, you sent a wave of electricity through the knob. You smirked hearing a pained scream on the other side. In an instant you were on your feet and moving to open the door. You felt it before you heard it. The fucking sniper. Taking a deep breath, you glanced down at your leg. You gritted your teeth at the sight.

“Your legs bleeding.”

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my leg, thanks for letting me know.”

It wasn’t supposed to be doing that. Your body healed itself—it was one of your abilities. You were starting to freak out, and if you were freaking out, Steve was definitely freaking out. The edges of your vision started to blur. You had a hard time separating Steve’s worried expression from the light coming from the open window. You’d never admit it out loud—hell, maybe he knew that—but you were terrified. You put up a hell of a front, you were good at taking care of yourself. It was all for a reason. This reason. Nobody was going to have their hands on you; to control you, to test on you. But here you were—how naïve you had been. Leave it to the fucking Avengers to lead the very people to your whereabouts.

“Y/N? Y/N don’t close your eyes. Focus on me. Come on, sweetheart. Keep your stubborn ass focused on me.”

This wasn’t normal. You couldn’t feel the pulse—the electrical current that ran through your body. It was like you were a drained battery. Maybe you were. A whimper escaped you when Steve’s warm hands grasped your face. He was yelling, you could tell even though you couldn’t hear him. The crease that formed between his brow more prominent with every word. God, what had they shot you with? You wanted to look down at your leg again, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t feel yourself. It was like you were outside your body. It terrified you to your very core.

“Steve,” You whispered, your voice barely making it past your lips.

“No! No, no, no. Buck, damn it!”

The last thing you saw before the dark edges completely overtook your vision was your boy wonder and the winter soldier staring down at you. The look of devastation on both their faces didn’t go unnoticed.