Steve
"That's Captain Rogers...always getting the job done," you said, patting Steve on the shoulder as you watched the formerly bickering Avengers disperse.
"Just doing my duty, ma'am," he responded jokingly, giving you a smile.
"Hey, Tony! Give me the keys. I'm driving," you called out, running off to catch up with the well-dressed, dark-haired man.
"Can you handle a performance engine?" he asked, twirling the keys in his hand.
"Tony, it's me."
"If you're sure, sweet cheeks," he said, tossing the keys to you.
Once you were out on the open road, you probably drove a bit faster than you should have. The car was such a smooth ride that it was easy for the speedometer to sneak up on you.
You and Tony were busy swapping stories from the night and laughing at his antics when he suddenly yelled, "Look out!"
It all happened in the blink of an eye. There was a deer in the road, and the next thing you were aware of was that the air bags had deployed and the car was no longer moving.
"Tony," you croaked, looking over to check on the man in the passenger seat, only to find it empty. "Oh no," you whimpered. Your vision and train of thought were both hazy, but you managed to reach your cell phone and dial one of the contacts in your favorites. The last thing you saw was a blurry picture of the red, white, and blue clad man on the screen.
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"How are you feeling?" You heard a man's voice ask.
You opened your eyes to find Steve looking at you with a concerned expression. A quick glance around the room told you that you were in the hospital.
"Tony?" you asked, remembering the accident. "He wasn't there."
"He's okay. He had already checked on you and gotten out of the car to call for help when you looked for him."
"Was he hurt?"
"He, uh, broke one bone, but he'll live."
"Arm? Leg?" You asked, already feeling guilty.
"Finger, actually...his middle one. It's all wrapped up and he's using it as an excuse to go around shooting everyone the bird. He's already been discharged."
Relieved, you chuckled and leaned your head back on the pillow.
"They want to keep you overnight, since you hit your head," Steve explained.
Several quiet moments passed before he said, "You called me instead of calling 9-1-1."
With your eyes shut, you muttered, "Trusted you to take of me. I knew you'd come. You're my hero."
Well, that was really easy to say. There must have been something good in that IV fluid.
You didn't jump when you felt a large, strong hand take ahold of yours.
"Do you need anything?" he asked.
"Just you."
The next morning you were cleared to go home. You were in the little bathroom freshening up when you heard a familiar voice in the next room say, "I'm here."
"Hey, Steve," you said, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful man standing in front of you. You remembered the things you had told him the night before. Steve, being the complete gentleman that he is, had taken the comments in his stride.
"Good morning," he said. Holding up the small bag in his hand, he added, "I thought you might want something better for breakfast than hospital food."
"Thanks," you replied, nervously playing with your hair before walking over and taking your breakfast from him.
"You ready to go home?"
"Yeah, let's go."
The ride back to the facility was extremely quiet. When you finally pulled into the garage, Steve asked, "Can we talk a minute?"
"Sure."
"I just wanted to say, if you didn't mean the things you said last night, it's okay. I mean, I know you were kinda drugged up, and I won't hold you to it."
You watched as Steve fiddled with the steering wheel in his hand.
"And what if I meant what I said? What would you do then?"
He turned his attention away from the windshield and focused it on you.
"If that was the case, then I'd ask you to be my girl."
"I guess I'm your girl then."
He gave you one of his sweetest smiles, and you leaned forward with the intention of kissing him. He startled you when he turned around and exited the vehicle. You watched him with your head cocked to the side as he walked around the front of the car and came to your door, opening it for you.
"Your girl doesn't get a kiss?" you asked with a fake pout.
"Of course she does, but I want to do it right. I am your hero, after all," he said with a smug grin, placing his hands on your waist.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you replied, "I'm not going to hear the end of that for a long time, am I?"
When he was mere inches from your face, he said, "Nope, not a chance."