Summary: Steve races the clock to save you.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, death
A/N: Lord yâall are going to kill me. I love you all and Iâm sorry for what you are about to read. I might do two parts, because it feels unfinished to me SO LET ME KNOW!!! Also, I recommend listening to 11 minutes by Yungblud ft. Halsey, you wonât regret it!
He was so close, but still so far from you. How he could have let this happen? How could he have put you in harmâs way? He should have known. He had fought so hard to keep you hidden from his enemies. He tried. No one knew about your relationship to him, except for Bucky, Sam, Tony, and Nat. He even told Clint, because he needed to know how he kept his family safe. How could he not tell them? They were important to him, just as you were. They stood with the both of you, as you exchanged your vows. Tony set you both up in a nice home, off the radar. He did everything he could to keep you safe, and he failed.
âCan this jet go any faster, Nat?â Steve urged, begging.
âIâm going as fast as it will let me, Steve. Weâll get there. Donât worry. Y/n will be okay.â Natasha glances at the tracker on the dash, pointing the jet towards your location that is being marked with a green dot. The necklace Steve gave you on your anniversary, was working like it should.
âI hope so.â He shifted to the back of the Quinjet, sitting in one of the seats and letting his head fall into his hands.
Steve had been in a one of the conference rooms with the team when Maria came bursting through the door. Her eyes immediately landing on Steve as he turned to see who had interrupted the meeting. As soon as his eyes met hers, he knew something was wrong and he quickly stood and followed her out of the room. Both of them racing down to Tonyâs lab, feet pounding on the ground beneath them.
He slides to a stop inside the lab and finds Tony standing in front of one of his screens. His face filled with worry as a green dot blinks on a grid in front of his face. He glances at Steve and then back at the dot. Steve looks at the screen, moving closer to get a better look. His heart drops into his stomach as he sees your name above the flashing green dot. Your name was moving over the ocean. The only reason that your name would be flashing on the screen would be if you were in trouble and had activated your tracker.
Steve and Tony move their gazes away from the screen and to each other before both rushing out of the door to the lab and having F.R.I.D.A.Y call the rest of the team, telling them to get their gear and to head to the Quinjet. Steveâs heart racing the entire time. His anxiety rising at the thought of something happening to you because of him.
âGet ready to land.â Nat calls from the front of the jet, pulling Steve from his thoughts.
Bucky gives his shoulder firm squeeze, reassuring him that everything would be okay. That you would be okay. Steve stood and pulled his helmet over his head, grabbing his shield off of the wall behind him. Natasha landed the Quinjet, nice and smooth before unbuckling her seatbelt and launching herself from her seat, moving to the back to join the others, and to gather enough ammo and weapons for the fight ahead of them.
The team gathered their supplies quietly. Magazine clips clicking into place. Ear pieces being placed in ears. Steve moves to the jetâs door, hitting the open button and moving down the ramp, the otherâs behind him.
âWhat room is she in?â Steve asked, as he and Bucky stomped down the halls, opening each door and searching the rooms. Occasionally, Bucky firing his gun at the enemies running towards them.
Bucky opened the tracking device Tony gave him before they ran into the building. âNot much further. Weâll get her Steve.â
That morning had started like no other, except for a small difference that would change their lives forever.
The sun flooded through the window of the master bedroom, warming their skin and pulling Steve from his dreamless sleep. He blinked his eyes open to find you staring at him, a small smile gracing your beautiful face.
âGâmorning.â His voice rough from sleep.
âMorning.â You prop yourself up on an elbow and look down at him, still smiling.
Steve smiles back. âWhat is it?â
âIâm pregnant.â You whisper, as if the entire world is listening.
He feels his eyes grow wide, sleeping completely erased from his mind. âAre you serious?â
Your smile grows as you nod. He quickly reaches out and pulls you to him. You both had been trying to have a baby for months and it was finally happening. He couldnât be happier. He knows that youâve been wanting this for so long, and he would do anything to make you happy.
Steve gulps the giant lump in his throat at the moment that he shared with you this morning, sending a silent prayer to whoever was above, that you were okay.
âHere. This one.â Bucky stops in front of a door and glancing over at Steve, who nods. Bucky kicks the door in and they both move into the dark room. They scan it, as their eyes adjust to the darkness. Nothing and no one are in the room, besides a figure tied to a chair thatâs been knocked over, under a spotlight. Their faced away from the door, but Steve would recognize that body anywhere. It was his wife.
Steveâs heart leaps and his stomach twists into knots. Bucky stands guard as Steve moves towards you.
âWe found her.â Steve hears Bucky tell the others, but he misses the responses. Everything going silent around him as he focuses on you. Rushing towards you. He quickly unties you from the chair, gently pulls it away from your frame, and tosses it across the floor. You donât budge. He gently rolls you over and his heart stops. Your eyes are open and staring at him, but youâre not moving. Youâre not blinking.
âY/N?â He brings a hand up to your face and gently strokes your cheek. Tears welling in his eyes. His other hand pulls his helmet off his head. He gets no response. âBaby? Please. Say something.â He looks you over and notices the deep gashes in you stomach. Blood completely soaking your shirt, the flood covered in a puddle of your blood. âOh God. No. No no no no no. Bucky, sheâs bleeding.â He presses a hand to your stomach. Though, youâre still warm, youâre not breathing. Unmoving.
He sees Bucky kneel beside him, his best friendâs hand stretching out to press two fingers to you neck. âI donât feel a heartbeat, Steve. Sheâs gone.â
âNo! No! Sheâs not! We can save them!â He keeps pressure on the open wound on your stomach thinking it would help, but it wonât. Youâre already gone, and he knows it. He just wonât accept it.
âSteve. Steve, we need to go.â
âNot until, help gets here. She needs help.â
Bucky grips his shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. âSteve! Sheâs gone! Iâm sorry, Punk. Iâm so sorry, but sheâs gone and there is nothing we can do except take her home and say goodbye.â
Steve shakes his head, hot tears cleaning away the dirt from his face. He looks down at you and a sob escapes from deep within his chest. He gathers you within his arms and just sobs. He presses his forehead to your shoulder as you lay limp within his arms. He can hear the others moving down the hall and their stomping stops, when they find the three of you. Steve broken on the floor with his wife in his arms. His best friend, trying to keep himself together, jaw clenching so hard his teeth could break.
How could he let this happen? He tried so hard to keep you safe and he failed. You were his to protect and he failed you. Failed your unborn child. He failed.
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