Afire Love (Steve/Reader)

"This isn't the park on 5th" (y/n) was staring up at the hospital.

"I know" Steve kicked the stand on his motorcycle and took a deep breath. "Can you just stay here, please? I won't be long." He seemed tense, sad even.

"Sure." She gave a fake smile, one that he bought. He seemed satisfied with the tone in her voice and turned to enter the building. Before he closed the door he turned back to make sure she was still in her spot. She was, and she was still smiling at him. He gave a small smile and disappeared. She rolled her eyes and definitely followed him into the building. Sick people. Everywhere. She looked around; some guy with a cold, a pregnant woman, a kid with tubes in their body. She felt sick, not with empathy but with the lack there of. She had no sympathy for anyone in this hospital, she didn't know how. She knew she should, that normal people might be in tears at the things she was looking at. A small child that might never open their eyes again, a father who lost his son, a sister that will never get to grow up with a brother. His father was crying. Sadness written in his features, years of fighting for it to end in sadness. He looked at his unconscious son with love and longing. Longing for what? for him to get better? Wake up? Die and end the suffering for both him and his family? Sure (y/n) loved her sister, but she would be the first to admit it got in her way. She looked at the sister now, silent, unmoving, scarred. She sat glued to her chair, disbelief covering her features when the monitors faltered and the rhythmic up and down beat became unmoving, straight. The sister let out a shriek and ran to her brothers side only to have the nurses push her back. Love was weakness. She sighed, maybe this was better? He won't have to grow up in a world so keen on destroying itself. She wish she didn't. Her eyes scanned down the halls when she caught her tall glass of water-because I can't get drunk-walking down the corridor to a certain room. She silently followed careful not the attract the attention of the Captain. She peaked into the room. It was an old lady, she looked kind of familiar. Steve was sitting by her bed with a strained smile on his face he was holding her hand in a delicate way, a loving way. (y/n) looked at the pictures by the bed, one being of Steve himself. This must be Peggy Carter. She watched as they interacted. She looked at Steve the most, watched his face contort into a mixture of emotions. Sadness, loss, love. She shook her head, it wasn't becoming of him. He was very good at smiling just when he needed to, to Peggy it looked genuine, but (y/n) could see past his façade. He was in pain. She saw the little frowns he would give when Peggy spoke of the past. All the years he could of had with her, all the years he could have been happy with a family. She pitied him, truly. To care that much about somebody: to have cold fingers wrap around you and drag you away: to awaken you years later to rub your face in it. It was a cold day in heaven indeed. She watched as the old woman turned her head in the direction of the door (y/n) was leaning on. She didn't bother to hide herself and smiled as the lady examined her. Steve followed her gaze and immediately stood up.

"(y/n) I thought I told you-"

"It's ok Steve, I don't mind" Peggy gestured for (y/n) to step farther into the room which she slowly complied to.

"Agent Carter" (y/n) gave a nod of respect and Peggy laughed.

"I haven't been called that in a long time dear, It's Peggy." (y/n) nodded again. "Quiet one I see, just like Steve." Peggy had on an unimaginably large smile and Steve gave her a shy one in return. (y/n) wrinkled her nose. She hated being compared to other people. "So are you two dating?" Steve went beat red and Peggy snickered. Sly old lass-she must have been playing the same game (y/n) was.

"No-uh-she's my-we aren't-" He kept stammering until she interrupted him

"He's 'babysitting' me" (y/n) crossed her arms remembering something she had overheard Sharon say. Steve gave her a look of apology but she shrugged it off. "I'm (y/n) Romanov."

"(y/n)...pretty name for a pretty girl." (y/n) smiled at her and Peggy held out her hand for (y/n) to grab. When she did she pulled her by her bedside. "I'm sure if you were around in our time, Steve would have picked you to dance with instead of me." (y/n) chuckled and looked up at Steve who's whole face was a deep shade of red. He was about to speak up knowing (y/n) had some sarcastic remark, but she surprised him.

"No see, the thing about Rogers is he knows a good person when he sees one. And since he can't take his eyes or mind off of you, I have come to think you must be an amazing person Peggy. Even if I was born in your time I'm sure he would have eyes only for you. I can promise you, you would be the one on that dance floor with him rather than me." Peggy was relaxed into an angelic smile. Happiness radiated off of her. She squeezed the younger girls hand with appreciation. Steve was looking at Peggy, but his gaze shifted to (y/n). She had on a smile, but something about her seemed off. She was trying her hardest to make Peggy feel beautiful again, to feel young again. He didn't know she could care that much. This was a whole new (y/n). "Not that Rogers can actually dance" Oh. There she was. He shook his head laughing with Peggy. (y/n) got up suddenly. "Well I should go, I'll leave you two alone" She gave a final squeeze to Peggy's hand before dropping it and stepping outside the door. He watched her leave.

"Don't make the same mistake Steve." Peggy was looking at him.

"Pardon?"

"Don't let her slip away, don't wait too long."

"Peggy, I told you-"

"I know what you said, but I can see it in your eyes. Like she said, you know a good person when you see one and when you look at her there's a glint in your eye. Like you've just met an angel. You need to tell her, especially because when she looks at herself she sees a demon."

"How do you know that's what she sees?"

"I just know." He looked back at the door, he could hear light tapping coming from outside the room. "Steve...? You're alive?" He looked down at her, her eyes wide. He gave her a small smile and called a nurse. He walked out of the room to see (y/n) leaning on the wall with her eyes closed.

"I told you to wait outside." There was no anger in his voice, it seemed soft actually.

"Bad listener." She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking inside the room. The same sad, lost look stuck on his face. She shook her head. She never wanted to be the reason that look was on someone. She didn't want to cause that much hurt to one person. She said nothing as she made her way back to the motorcycle with him following. "Oh, might be a bad time to tell you this, but I saw your pal outside of the museum." He stopped in his tracks and she turned to face him.

"You what?"

"Saw your buddy, looked a little worse for wear though." In one graceful move he had her pinned against the closest wall, and not in the way she had wished. He was awful close though. His face just inches from hers.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He was clearly angry. and hot. bad (y/n). focus on the hot angry popsicle in front of you. haha hot popsicle. Rogers is a paradox, well damn. Oh right, focus. She shook her mind of the thoughts and just shrugged her shoulders.

"Well obviously because I was hoping you would get mad when I told you an hour later and we would end up in this position." She smiled despite the glare she was being given.

"I could have gotten him!" His grip on her arms tightened. There it was again, that hurt look he was oh so good at. Then it changed into anger.

"You know if it'll make you feel better, you can call me a bad name. Or just cuss me out in general." She saw his nose crinkle in disgust at her. Take the bait damnit.

"Romanov! We have one mission. Find Bucky." Steve gritted his teeth, but his grip loosened slightly so he wouldn't hurt her. Ah Steve you suck ass, is one bad word too much to ask for?

"If I thought you could have gotten him, I would have let you. He was gone before I could say anything." He searched her (e/c) eyes. He let her go with no words and walked to his motorcycle. He listened for her footsteps, glad he could hear them and that they weren't growing fainter. He didn't mean to freak out like that. She sauntered behind him. He looked a little guilty for what he done, but his butt made up for that. Damn looks like a God carved it himself. Although that made sense to her, his butt had to match the rest of his body right? "You know, I think I could get use to walking behind you." He turned his head to look at her and she giggled. Beat red. They got to his bike, but she made no move to get on. "Why haven't you asked me yet?"

"What?"

"It's on all your minds, right? Why did I shoot Stern and that other guy-Standbad?" He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sitwell"

"Yeah. Whatever."

"Why did you do it then?"

"It's a secret." She smiled like a child would and he tilted his head and laugh. She definitely wasn't boring to be around. "Hydra knows some of the KGB's dirt. Well no, they know a lot. Too much."

"So they had you kill them so they wouldn't talk." She nodded "But Sterns still alive."

"Oh yeah, I kind of wanted to stick it to the man so to speak."

"So you didn't kill him on purpose?"

"Yep. And I bet the pig's spilling his guts right now."

"That's one way to stick it to the man." He smiled at her and got on the bike. He looked at the space in the back and she gave him a glare. She was tired of the damn bike. He just looked at her with those cute blue puppy dog eyes. Damn him and his stupid cute-everything. She hopped on the back and they finally made their way to the park. Sharon and Sam were standing by a tree and Sam looked annoyed out of his mind. (y/n) quickly got off the bike and made her way over to him.

"Had fun I take it?" She smiled with Steve behind her.

"Bite me Romanov." Sam was smiling despite his words. (y/n) just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"If you're into that sort of thing." She stood by him while he shook his head trying not to laugh. Sharon gave her a look of utter disgust and Steve had wide eyes.

"Did you find anything." Sharon was uptight and (y/n) threw her head back to look at the sky.

"Yeah, (y/n) said she Bucky outside the museum, but he was gone in a second. There was also a KGB agent." Steve lowered his head a bit, ready for Sharon to fire.

"What did I tell you! They are looking for her! We would probably have Bucky right now if she wasn't with us." Sharon was staring daggers at her. She just smirked.

'Actually, I believe you said HYDRA agents were after me, and this guy was from the KGB, soooo..." (y/n) could feel the fabric of Sam's shirt on her arm as it went up in down in laughter.

"Is everything a damn joke to you!?" Sharon stood in front of her now. They were about the same height so she could stare straight into her eyes.

"Hey Rogers! She said a bad word! It's not fair if you only yell at me." (y/n) looked at Steve, he was amused to say the least. He shook his head and she gave him a little wink.

"You know one day, your sarcasm's going to get you killed."

"Well it's a shame I'll be dead so I can't hear you say 'I told you so', right?"

"Can you be serious about anything?"

"Serious gets you killed sweetheart."

"Don't call me that." Sharon was fuming as (y/n) threw her hands up defense.

"Say, my sister told me they called you Agent 13. What happened to 1-12?" (y/n) was smiling, obviously amused with herself.

"Ok ladies, come on. We have work to do." Steve finally stepped in with a nudge from Sam. "We know he was at the museum, but I don't think he would return now. Where would he go next?"

"A safe house?" Sam piped up

"An ally way?" Sharon followed.

'McDonalds?" She could feel Sharon killing her over and over again in her mind. Steve blinked a couple of times and continued.

"I think we should split up again, just start looking everywhere."

"Ok, I'll go with you" Sharon was by his side in no time and (y/n) just looked at Sam.

'I'm hurt, Carter. I thought me and you could have a little girl time." (y/n) gave a wicked smile and walked over to Sam who just laughed and put an arm around her.

"I like you." He looked down at her and she smiled.

"Please don't tell me your the clingy type." They both laughed and Steve just watched. He felt, he wasn't sure, uneasy? No, he knew this feeling well, like when ever Bucky would take both girls out dancing and leave him there along. Jealous.

"As much as I would love to spend the evening with this ravishing flame right here, I think it would be best if we stuck with what we had. Buck's already seen (y/n) with Steve, it might be weird to see some new girl the second time." She rolled her eyes at the 'flame' part, but Sharon rolled her eyes at the whole thing.

"We can't trust her, why don't either of you see that?" (y/n) would have pretended to be hurt if she wasn't so damn bored.

"I haven't set your jacket on fire yet, have I? And trust me, I have really wanted to. In fact, I could have sent all three of you up in flames already, but would you look at that, you're still standing here. Annoying me." (y/n) leaned on the tree behind her and awaited the tirade that was about to be unleashed.

"See? Right there. How can we trust you when you say things like that? You're a danger to all of us. You could get us all killed and you know the worst part? You wouldn't even care. You're just some heartless bitch who happens to be Black Widows younger sister. She's the only one that really cares about you, she's risking her life right now to get you out of the KGB an you're standing here joking around like you don't care if she dies. Maybe you don't. Who knows what goes on in that messed up head of yours. Here's the plan. Me, Steve and Sam are going to go out and search for Bucky because we actually care about his safety. You are going to stay in my apartment and hack into anything you can to see if you can find him. Then you are going to call us and tell us where he is. Then when are going to get him and bring him back. By the time we get back you had better be gone. I don't care where you go, just don't come back. Got that?...Are you listening to me?" Sharon spat. Steve was watching (y/n). Her face never changed. Sam was about to punch Sharon, even if she was a girl.

"Of course" Her voice was monotone and her face just screamed 'bored'.

"What did I say then?" Sharon crossed her arms.

"What are you, my mother?"

'What. Did. I. Say."

" 'are you listening to me?' " (y/n) smiled proudly.

"Before that." Sharon was beyond pissed.

"Oh, I don't know. I wasn't listening." Sharon stepped forward, but Steve caught her arm. (y/n) stifling back a laugh.

"I'LL go with Romanov, Sam you take Sharon. Just..walk around look for him. Call if you see him or get any information to where he could be." He let go of Sharon and she growled.

'Steve-" Sam started.

"Sam." His voice had a sense of authority to it. Sam just nodded and beckoned for Sharon to follow him, which she did reluctantly. He looked back at (y/n) she was staring at him. her eyes much softer than whenever she looked at Sharon. "So, where do you think we should start?" He sighed, but it was almost a happy sigh. He was glad she seemed unaffected, but again it just 'seemed' like she was. He was worried, this must have been hard on her. For her to have to think about fining somebody she's never even met while her sister risks her life in Russia. She didn't seem to hate his presence like she did Sharon's. In fact, to him, she seemed more relaxed, more happy when she was joking with him. even if it was at his expense. He watched her eyes as they sparkled and a grin spread across her face.

"McDonalds."