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The Last Sound of a Breath

The Last Sound of a Breath

Title: The Last Sound of a Breath.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 851 words.

Square: 17 “Life support”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Mission gone wrong, and now, Steve is on life support.

Major Tags: Angst, character’s death.

Additional tags: My entry for the @killacharacterbingo Kill a Character Bingo 2025.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in different languages (I personally translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this. I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here create dividers that anyone can use; mine is not of this type, so please look for the dividers created by others. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my work on a different platform that is not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter. 

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The room was too white.

That was the first thought that crossed your mind when you pushed open the door with trembling hands.

Steve Rogers.

Your Steve.

He was there.

Covered in wires.

Hanging on to machines.

Hanging on to… something that wasn’t him.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw him. His chest barely rose and fell, but you knew—they’d told you before letting you in—that movement wasn’t his.

It was the ventilator’s.

A clear tube protruded from his mouth, secured with medical tape, fogging up slightly with each mechanical cycle.

Air went in.

Air came out.

But it wasn’t life.

Not really.

“You’re here…” someone murmured behind you.

You didn’t turn around.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Because if you did… You felt like he was going to disappear.

“What happened?” Your voice came out broken, barely audible.

There was a silence.

“The mission went wrong.”

Of course, it went wrong.

Because Steve always came back… except when he didn’t.

You moved closer slowly; his skin was pale.

Too still.

Too cold for someone who always seemed to be burning with life.

Your hand trembled before touching his.

And when you did…

There was no response.

Not that little squeeze he always gave you.

Not that unconscious gesture.

Nothing.

Just silence.

“He has severe brain damage,” you heard. “The impact… left him without oxygen for too long.”

The words pierced you like needles.

Without oxygen.

Without air.

Without him.

You looked at the machines.

Screens with green lines going up and down.

Numbers.

Frequencies.

Pressures.

Everything under control.

Everything artificial.

Everything…replacing what his body could no longer do.

“Life support is doing all the work,” the voice continued. “His heart is still beating, but…”

But he isn’t there.

They didn’t say it.

There was no need.

You leaned in a little closer, bringing your face near his. His eyelashes didn’t move. His lips were parted around the tube.

“Steve…” you whispered, as if you could reach him wherever he was. “I’m here.”

Nothing.

Just the mechanical rhythm.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Beep.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Beep.

You sat down beside him without letting go of his hand. It was the only thing anchoring you to something real.

“Do you remember…” You began, because the silence was worse, “…when you said you hated hospitals? ”

Your voice trembled, but you continued.

“You said the smell… reminded you of everything you couldn’t save.”

A small laugh broke in your chest.

“And look at us now…”

You looked at him desperately.

“You always saved everyone, Steve. You always found a way.”

The monitor kept ticking away indifferently.

“Why not this time? ”

Silence.

Hours passed.

Or minutes.

Time ceased to make sense.

Someone came in later.

You didn’t know who at first.

“We need to talk,” they said softly.

You didn’t want to hear it.

But you knew.

You’d known it since you walked through the door.

“There’s no significant brain activity,” they continued. “Clinically…”

You turned slowly.

“No.”

It was automatic.

Instinctive.

Desperate.

“No.”

“We’re keeping him on life support, but… there’s no response. There are no signs he’ll come back.”

Come back.

As if he were on a trip.

As if he weren’t… lost.

“You can’t say that,” you whispered, squeezing his hand tightly. “He always comes back.”

Always.

Always.

Always.

The other person’s silence was worse than any answer.

You stayed there.

Clinging to something that was no longer there.

“We have to consider…” they began.

“No.”

Your voice came out firmer.

More broken.

“Don’t take him off life support.”

They couldn’t.

No, after all.

Not after him.

“This isn’t life,” they said carefully.

You looked at Steve.

His lips.

The tube.

The sound.

The machine is breathing for him.

And for the first time…

You hesitated.

Because they were right.

That wasn’t him.

Steve wasn’t wired.

Steve wasn’t numbers.

Steve wasn’t a line sustained by electricity.

Steve was…

He was laughter.

He was stubbornness.

He was warmth.

He was life.

And that…

That wasn’t there.

You leaned closer, resting your forehead against his, careful not to move anything.

“If you’re there…” you whispered, “…I need you to hear me.”

The monitor stayed the same.

But you spoke anyway.

“I won’t hold you back if you’re no longer here. I won’t be selfish.”

A tear fell down his cheek.

He didn’t react.

“But if there’s any part of you… any part… stay.”

Silence.

Nothing changed.

Nothing responded.

Nothing returned.

Hours later, you signed.

You don’t remember how.

You don’t remember when.

You only remember the feel of the pen in your hand… and how it weighed more than any weapon.

You returned to his side when everything was ready.

The room seemed quieter.

Colder.

More… final.

“I’ll be here,” you murmured. “You’re not going alone.”

You took his hand one last time.

“Thank you… for always coming back… even when you couldn’t.”

Your voice broke.

“This time… you can rest.”

The doctor nodded.

A nurse approached the machines.

And then…

The world was reduced to sounds.

A click.

The ventilator is stopping.

That artificial rhythm…

Disappearing.

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 10: Denial

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

And with that, we have entered fluff territory.

Written for @killacharacterbingo

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: Tomorrow Isn't Promised

Based on the song 'Ingen Kan Love Dig I Morgen' by Rasmus Seebach.

It encourages you to confess your love to someone, because life won't be waiting forever.

[nekoannie-chan]

Don't close your eyes just yet

Don't close your eyes just yet

Title: Don't close your eyes just yet.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Old!Steve Rogers X Old!Reader.

Word count: 909 words.

Square: 16 “Hospice care”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You visit Steve.

Major Tags: Fluff, character’s death.

Additional tags: My entry for the @killacharacterbingo Kill a Character Bingo 2025.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in different languages (I personally translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this. I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here create dividers that anyone can use; mine is not of this type, so please look for the dividers created by others. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my work on a different platform that is not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter. 

If you like it, please vote, comment, and provide feedback to help me improve my skills. Consider reblogging as well.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @navybrat817 @real-fbi @castielscaplan @hallecarey1 @nana1000night @talia-rumlow @azulatodoryuga @endlesstwanted @patzammit @kmc1989

The smell was the first thing you noticed when you walked in.

It wasn’t unpleasant.

It was clean.

A mixture of mild disinfectant, freshly changed sheets, and that faint, almost imperceptible trace of time… of time that was running out.

The room was silent.

As if even the air knew it shouldn’t make a sound in there.

Steve Rogers was standing by the window.

The afternoon light fell softly on him; his hair, completely white, lay neatly combed back. His skin, marked by the years, his hands… those hands that once held a shield against everything… now rested on a light blanket.

Still.

Too still.

“You’re here,” he said, without turning around.

His voice was lower than before.

You approached slowly, as if moving too fast might break something.

“Of course, I am.”

You stood beside him.

For a moment, you said nothing.

You just looked outside, like he did.

The world went on.

People walking.

Cars are passing by.

Normal life.

Unrelated.

“It’s nice out today,” Steve murmured.

You nodded.

“Yes.”

Silence.

But not an awkward one.

It was never awkward with him.

“Did you eat?” he asked suddenly.

You looked at him, surprised.

“Really?”

A small smile appeared on his lips.

“It’s always important.”

“Yes, Steve. I ate.”

“Good.”

He nodded, satisfied.

As if that were enough.

As if making sure you were okay… were still his priority.

It always had been.

You sat down in the chair next to the bed.

Closer.

Close enough to touch him.

“How are you feeling?” you finally asked.

He took a moment to answer.

Not because he didn’t know what to say.

But because he was choosing his words.

“Tired.”

You looked down for a second.

“Very?”

“Enough.”

The monitor beside him ticked away at a steady pace.

Slow.

But steady.

For now.

“The doctors said that…” you began.

“I know.”

You stopped.

“You don’t have to…”

“I know,” he repeated softly.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered.

Steve turned his head toward you.

His eyes… were still the same.

“It never has been.”

You didn’t know how to respond.

Because he was right.

And you hated that.

The silence returned.

But this time it weighed more heavily.

Much heavier.

Your hand moved before you could think too much about it.

It rested on his.

Steve intertwined his fingers with yours.

He could still do it.

He still had the strength for that.

“You don’t have to stay all the time,” he said suddenly.

You frowned.

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t want you to…”

“I do.”

Your voice came out firmer than you expected.

“I’m not leaving.”

His eyes watched you in silence.

And then…

He nodded.

“All right.”

The afternoon began to fade slowly.

The light changed.

From golden to dim.

From dim to gray.

The shadows lengthened in the room.

The world outside carried on.

“Do you remember…” Steve said, breaking the silence, “the first time you came to see me?”

You smiled slightly.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t seem impressed.”

“Because I wasn’t.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“You were different.”

“So were you.”

You looked at each other.

And for a second…

Everything else disappeared.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly.

You frowned.

“For what?”

“For staying.”

His thumb moved gently over your hand.

A small gesture.

But full of everything.

“But still… thank you.”

Your eyes began to burn.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Yes, I do.”

Silence.

“Not everyone does.”

That sentence…

It stayed with you.

More than you wanted.

“I’m not everyone.”

“I know.”

Again.

You always knew.

Night fell without you noticing.

The lights in the room came on softly.

The monitor kept ticking out that slow rhythm.

Constant.

But different.

More spaced out.

More… distant.

“Hey,” Steve said.

“Yes?”

“Come closer.”

You didn’t hesitate.

You got up from the chair and leaned toward him.

Close enough for your foreheads to touch.

His skin was colder now.

But it was still him.

“That’s good,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes.

You breathed.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, in a very low voice.

He didn’t pull away.

“I’m not.”

“Why?”

A brief pause.

“Because I’m not alone.”

His breathing changed slightly.

Slower.

Heavier.

“Hey…”

You opened your eyes.

“Look at me.”

You did.

His eyes were locked on yours.

“It’s going to be okay.”

You shook your head gently.

“Not for me.”

A shadow of sadness crossed his face.

“For you, too.”

“Not without you.”

His hand squeezed yours with what little strength he had left.

“Yes.”

Silence.

“Because you’re going on.”

Tears fell without permission.

“I don’t want to go on without you.”

“But you will. And you’ll be okay.”

His breathing changed again.

Slower.

More distant.

The monitor beeped.

The rhythm stretched out.

“Stay,” you whispered.

“I’m here.”

“No… not like this…”

His eyes didn’t leave yours.

Not for a second.

“Always like this.”

His forehead remained pressed against yours.

“I love you.”

“Me too.”

The monitor registered another pulse.

Slow.

Then another.

More spaced out.

Your hand clung to his.

“Steve…”

His gaze was still there.

But he was starting to slip away.

“Don’t go.”

His breathing became almost imperceptible.

“I’m not going…”

A pause.

Gentle.

Final.

“I’m just… going ahead.”

The monitor registered a longer line.

The silence grew deeper.

More absolute.

His hand lost its strength.

His forehead was still pressed against yours.

But there was no longer any pressure.

There was no longer any response.

“Steve…”

Nothing.

“Steve.”

Nothing.

[newwwwusername]

@killacharacterbingo

Prompt: Aneurism

It All Happened So Suddenly - newwwwusername - Dead by Daylight (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 8: Associate

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

We're back to Moshang! It's not happy though....

Written for @killacharacterbingo

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: Alternate Universe Ending.

He died the same way as OG! Shang Qinghua, aka, killed after his use as a spy was over.

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 7: Guilt

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

Y'all he's not fine in this chapter.

Written for @killacharacterbingo

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: Covered in Someone Else's Blood

Well he was covered in Mobei Jun's blood.

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 6: Massacre

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

Written for @killacharacterbingo

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: "I Can't Walk"

There wasn't an explanation for this promt on the bingo's Tumblr.... But Shang Qinghua can't exactly walk if his legs are crushed sooooo ._.

[newwwwusername]

@killacharacterbingo

Prompt: Even Heroes Die

Even Heroes Die - newwwwusername - Dead by Daylight (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[newwwwusername]

@killacharacterbingo

Prompt: "Take this, it's dangerous to go alone"

It's Dangerous to Go Alone - newwwwusername - Sweeney Todd - Sondheim/Wheeler, Dead by Daylight (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 5: Trouble

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

Yes, ik I updated yesterday. But I just so happen to be in a bad mood rn, so everyone suffers :3

Written for @killacharacterbingo

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: Radioactive.

Self Explanatory. He had to die after being exposed to radioactivity. In this case, I picked radium.

[tinyjaybin-almondmilk]

Masterpost — My Works

Masterlist — Polybats Kemonomimi Omegaverse

Series:

Jason Todd Summer Week 2025 — gen, one-shots and WIPs

Accidental Incest — one WIP

Omega Dick Week 2025 — 1 one-shot and one WIP

Jason The Nandroid — gen, series in progress, 1 one-shot

DC Noncon Fest 2026 — 1 One-shot

Being your son — gen, 2 one-shots, marked as incomplete

Batfamily Merpeople AU — mostly gen, 1 WIP and 1 one-shot [HIATUS]

Trophy Wife Jason Todd — 3 one-shots (main story finished, extras not posted yet)

One-Shots:

And softly we kiss by the lake - Fem!Brujay, naiad Bruce & dryad Jason

Purrfect Red - gen, Jason-centric, cat Jason Todd, Angst with a Happy ending

Lipstick stained - Kate/Cass, Explicit

Fail me once, fail me twice - Joker/Jason, Omega!Jason, Alpha!Joker, Rape/Non-con

Warm Steel - gen, Bucky & Jason, soulmate AU

My baby has a gun - Willis/Jason, Bruce & Jason, mediocre parent Bruce, angst with a hopeful ending

All I want for Christmas - Gen, established Tim/Bernard, Shopping for Christmas, Bruce lost in the time stream, Tim & Batfamily members

It's not cheating if he doesn't know — Dick/Jason, Married Roy/Jason, Cheating, Explicit, short one-shot (under 800 words)

An unusually calm day for Dick Grayson t. Jason Todd — Dick & Jason, Haley & Dick, Ace & Jason, Ace & Haley, Domestic fluff, Slice of Life, Gen

WIPs:

of inconsequence — Brujay (no endgame), Explicit, Mutual Noncon, Mpreg, Sex Pollen, Omega Jason, Alpha Bruce, male lactation, 2/4

Vanilla Candles — Brujay, Omega!Jason, Alpha!Bruce, Pregnant Jason

Cradling you (like my baby) — gen, Absolute Batman A/B/O, Omega!Bruce, Alpha!Alfred, short chapters

Swirling Colors — gen, Alebrije!Jason, Bruce & Jason meeting 1/2

My strawpage

Finished Works:

White Dove Of Golden Wings — Gen, Phoenix Jason Todd,Good Brother Dick, Good Dad Bruce, Angst with happy ending

Works for other fandoms:

Citrus Reticulata — Gravity Falls, platonic A/B/O, Omega Dipper, Alpha Stan, Under 700 words, One-shot

Two Is Better Than One — Assassination Classroom, Asano Gakushuu/Akabane Karma, Spanish, WIP, Alpha/Alpha, 2 Chapters

Loto Negro — SVSSS, Spanish, Bing-ge & Bing-mei are twins, Shen Jiu & Shen Yuan are twins, BingYuan, BingJiu, WIP, 1 Chapter

Will edit as I update/post

[newwwwusername]

@killacharacterbingo prompt: Returning Home

Defectors Don't Go Back - newwwwusername - Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Hell Followed With Us - Andrew Joseph White [Archive of Our Own]

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 4: Runaway

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

This chapter finally has some moshang :3

It's not romantic tho.... not yet.... they're both idiots....

Written for @killacharacterbingo

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: Defenestration

It means throwing someone or something out the window.

In this case, it was Shang Qinghua.

[nekoannie-chan]

Irreversible contagion

Irreversible contagion

Title: Irreversible contagion.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 999 words.

Square: 14 “Plague inc Evolved”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: An unknown plague.

Major Tags: Angst, character’s death, illness.

Additional tags: My entry for the @killacharacterbingo Kill a Character Bingo 2025.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in different languages (I personally translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this. I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here create dividers that anyone can use; mine is not of this type, so please look for the dividers created by others. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my work on a different platform that is not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter. 

If you like it, please vote, comment, and provide feedback to help me improve my skills. Consider reblogging as well.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @navybrat817 @real-fbi @castielscaplan @hallecarey1 @nana1000night @talia-rumlow @azulatodoryuga @endlesstwanted @patzammit @kmc1989

The first symptom wasn’t the fever.

It was the silence.

A strange, heavy silence that began to settle over the city long before anyone uttered the word “outbreak.” The streets were still crowded, cars were driving by, lights were on as usual… But something didn’t feel right. People talked less. They avoided touching. They stared too much.

You felt it before you understood it.

“Is something wrong?” Steve asked, watching you from across the table.

You shook your head, though it wasn’t entirely true.

“No… it’s just… it feels strange out there.”

Three days later, the world was no longer the same.

The news stopped being background noise and became the only thing that mattered. Words like “rapid transmission,” “unknown symptoms,” and “quarantine” began to be repeated everywhere.

“This doesn’t follow any known pattern,” Bruce said at one of the meetings, surrounded by screens full of data. “It’s mutating too fast.”

“Biological?” you asked.

“Yes… but not in a conventional way.”

Steve stood beside you, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“Then someone made it.”

Bruce hesitated.

“I can’t confirm it… But I can’t rule it out either.”

The symptoms began to take shape over time.

First, fatigue.

Then the fever.

After that… neurological changes.

Glassy stares.

Loss of responsiveness.

And finally… systemic failure.

Fast.

Too fast.

“How long?” you asked.

“It depends,” Bruce replied. “Hours in some cases. Days in others.”

“And treatment?”

Silence.

“We don’t have one.”

They decided to isolate themselves.

The Tower became a refuge, a command center, a last-ditch attempt to understand what was happening before it was too late.

You helped with everything.

Organizing supplies.

Reviewing reports.

Keeping your hands busy so you won't think too much.

Steve… did the same.

You didn’t notice the first sign inside the tower right away.

It was something small.

Almost insignificant.

A cough.

A pause longer than usual.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, leaning against the doorframe while you went through some files.

“Yeah… I’m just tired.”

It wasn’t a lie.

But it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Steve didn’t say anything.

But he didn’t leave.

That night, the fever hit.

Fast.

Abruptly.

You woke up sweating, your body heavy, as if every movement required twice the effort.

And he was there.

“Hey,” his voice was low but firm. “Look at me.”

You did.

With difficulty.

“I’m fine,” you tried to say.

“You’re not.”

His hand rested on your forehead.

And his expression changed.

“It’s high.”

“It could be anything…”

But you both knew it wasn’t.

“No.”

The word came out of him before anyone else could say anything.

Bruce barely looked up from the data.

“Steve…”

“No.”

“We have to isolate her.”

“No.”

You were in bed, barely conscious, hearing fragments of the argument as if they were coming from far away.

“This isn’t about you,” Bruce said.

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s about everyone.”

“Then find another solution.”

“There isn’t one.”

The isolation was partial.

Not complete.

Not as it should have been.

Because Steve wouldn’t let it.

“If this is what I think it is,” you said in a moment of clarity, “you have to get away.”

“No.”

“Steve…”

“No.”

He sat down beside you, ignoring all protocol.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“You could get infected.”

“I know.”

“You could die.”

His gaze didn’t waver from yours.

“I know that too.”

Time began to break down.

Hours that felt like minutes.

Minutes that felt like an eternity.

Your body no longer responded the same way.

The heat.

The cold.

Thoughts coming and going.

Sometimes clear.

Sometimes not.

“Steve…”

“I’m here.”

Always.

Always there.

“Don’t let me fall asleep.”

His hand found yours.

He held it firmly.

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

But the virus didn’t need permission.

It mutated.

It adapted.

It advanced.

And Steve began to notice things he didn’t want to see.

Your gaze.

Losing focus.

Your words.

Slowing down.

More scattered.

“Hey… look at me,” he said, moving closer.

It took your eyes a moment to find his.

But they did.

And for a moment… everything came back.

“Hello,” you whispered.

His breath caught slightly.

“Hello.”

“This isn’t like the other cases,” Bruce murmured, checking the monitors.

“What does that mean?”

“It means he’s fighting back.”

“Then that’s good.”

“Not necessarily.”

Steve frowned.

“Why?”

Bruce hesitated.

“Because the virus could be evolving.”

You felt it.

Even if you couldn’t explain it.

Something was changing inside you.

Not just pain.

Not just fever.

Something else.

Something that wasn’t yours.

“Steve…”

“Here.”

“If this keeps up…”

“No.”

“Listen to me.”

His hand squeezed yours.

“No.”

“You have to.”

“I’m not going to…”

“Steve.”

His name, in your voice, stopped him.

“If this keeps up… I won’t be me.”

Silence.

“And I don’t want you to see that.”

Night fell.

Or maybe day.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Everything blurred together.

Your breathing grew shallower.

More irregular.

Steve didn’t move.

Not for a second.

“Stay with me,” you whispered.

“Always.”

“No… here… now.”

His fingers intertwined with yours.

“I’m here.”

“Look at me.”

He did.

Without blinking.

“I don’t want to go alone.”

His voice faltered for the first time.

“You’re not.”

Your hand clung to his with what little strength you had left.

“I know you.”

A small smile appeared on your lips.

Weak.

Your eyes began to lose their clarity.

“Because you always stay.”

The monitor changed.

First, slowly.

Then steadily.

Then silence.

Steve didn’t move.

He didn’t let go of your hand.

He didn’t look away.

“Hey…”

Nothing.

“Hey…”

Silence.

His forehead rested against yours.

Cold.

Motionless.

“You promised me you wouldn’t fall asleep.”

The infection kept advancing.

Mutating.

Adapting.

Winning.

But in that moment…

in that room…

There was only one truth.

And it was irreversible.

Steve Rogers didn’t move for a long time.

Because if he did…

Then it would be real.

And he wasn’t ready for that yet.

But the world doesn’t wait.

It never does.

And eventually…

Your hand stopped feeling like his.

And it became nothing but silence.

[killacharacterbingo]

Hi, lovelies! Making sure before I submit, would it be possible to have the reader or original character die (as the chosen character)?

Of course! :) This is completely allowed. As long as you write either the same original character every time, or the same "reader".

[imme-imeureka]

Dive Back in Time

Chapter 3: Kidnapped

A timeloop moshangst fanfic where Shang Qinghua dies at the end of every chapter.

Written for @killacharacterbingo

Yes I updated early.

Welp.... I am not exactly someone who follows a schedule anyways.

(Bingo card, prompt used and explaination under cut, could contain spoilers.)

Prompt Used: Test Subject.

It's self explainatory. The character dies as a test subject.