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just a bullet wound- steve rogers

"Y/N, what the hell is going on over there?" Steve questioned in a demanding tone upon hearing sounds of what he made out to be several explosions and gunshots. "You better not be injured or dying!"

"Watch your language, Cap!" you yelled into your comm and rolled your eyes, turning to fire your gun over your left shoulder and quickly ducking back around the corner afterwards. You nodded to yourself and sprinted out from your hiding spot once you heard the harrowing thud which indicated that the bullet had met its target.

"Look, I'm making my way over there," he informed you. "Send me your coordinates right now."

"I'm fine!" you snapped. "Look, you're talking to someone who knows how to kill a man in over a hundred different ways and that's only including without any weapons! I can take them on my own."

"I'm not going to risk anything, so I'm coming," he repeated in a stern voice. "Now just send the coordinates, Y/N! We don't have much time left."

You groaned and sent him your current location before returning to grab a HYDRA soldier by the throat and flinging him towards the concrete walls, not even flinching when you heard the sickening crunch of breaking bones and in the case when you dragged a knife across another one's abdomen, tearing flesh.

A familiar metallic clang sounding a few feet away from you indicated you of Steve's arrival, and you caught his shield in one hand when it came hurtling in your direction, flinging it back to him as soon as you did so.

"Like I said before, I know 150 different ways to kill a man without any weapons!" you shouted amongst the noise over to him, "You're perfectly aware of this fact yet you still insist on coming as backup? A woman knows how to handle herself, you know. We're not all sunshine and rainbows as most people may think."

"Better safe than sorry, Y/L/N!" he shouted back, grunting and slamming his shield into his attacker's back before swinging it back out. "I'm not gonna be the one who has to drag your lifeless corpse back to the jet!"

"You're Captain America, for god's sake! You can't handle just one body?"

Steve scoffed. "Look, Y/N, just try not to do anything stupid that'll get you killed. Try not to die."

"I could say the same for you, Spangles."

"Y/N!" he called out. "Three soldiers at six o'clock---"

"What? Where are---"

Your sentence was cut short when you felt something cold and hard hit your shoulder before tearing out through the other side, sending a burning pain that flared up your entire arm.

"Shit!"

"Y/N, that better not be your blood," he began in a warning tone.

"Whoops," you said sarcastically, briefly glancing down at your shoulder and seeing the flow of red that was trickling down like a stream, "guess it is."

You tried to ignore the coppery, metallic smell of blood that began to fill your nose squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to gather yourself before reloading your gun with shaky hands and firing at your approaching attackers once again.

"You need to head back," he ordered. "Get back to the Quinjet right now."

"I'm fine, Steve," you sighed. "Honestly, I'm fine. You need to stop worrying."

"No, you're not fine. You need to head back to the jet because we can't afford for anything worse to happen to you. I'm not taking any more chances with anything, nor am I willing to gamble with anyones' lives here. Now go."