Kill Him, Love Me Part 4: The Final Showdown
Horror story involving Steve and the other Avengers with a male reader (Request).
A/N: OMG the last offical plot pointttt, this request is offically finished!! I hope everyone enjoyed my writings, im not sure what I will be writing next...looking forward to wrting something new though, maybe some fluff or smth idrk. This isnt super gory and honestly i wasnt sure how to write the final fight but yeah enjoyyyy.
It had been a quiet few days, and you and Steve had been cautious. You knew she was coming for you; the thought filled you with anxiety. Everything you did, you felt like you were at risk, you hadn't left the house, and you were honestly afraid to be alone. Flashes of what happened to Tony replayed in your mind. You realized that if she was out there, she could snipe you, blow your brains out while you were sitting at the kitchen table, and you would be none the wiser. You didn't doubt that Steve would protect you, more than he even needed to. It made you feel like shit, honestly, you wished that she would just be obsessed like a normal person. You thought about how this all started, when the whole team was still here, your friends, Steve's friends. The guilt was eating you alive, the fact that if you had never been with Steve, this never would have happened. You were kind of curious as to who she could be; she must be someone with advanced knowledge of the Avengers, being able to track us down, and well, kill them. You were in the living room, your head on Steve's lap. A random nature documentary was playing on the TV. Honestly, the whole thing was so domestic and would be cute if not for the fact that you were being hunted…
As if the devil himself heard your thoughts, you got a text from that same unknown number.
Unknown Number: Did you miss me? I missed you, tormenting you that is.
Unknown Number: It's been too long, I think I'll pay a visit
Unknown Number: *Image Attached*
You blinked and clicked to open the image. It was a screen showing Google Maps, with your address in the search bar. You felt your stomach drop, and you sat up, silently passing the phone to Steve. You bit your thumb deep in thought, already thinking about preparations, would you fight her, run away, or call Fury for backup? Steve grabbed your hand, pulling you from your thoughts as you turned to look at him. “We can handle this.” He says, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “We can deal with her, and I promise I won't let anything happen to you,” he says soothingly. “I know you won't”. You say with a smile,
You and Steve spend a while planning what to do when she arrives. Steve is adamant that she not even know you are there, while giving him time to neutralize her. Honestly, you didn't like the plan, I mean, like obviously she had stated her love for Steve many times, but what if she decides that it's no longer worth it, and she tries to hurt him? Super soldier or not, you would still be worried about your boyfriend. Using your stealth training as leverage, he agreed to let you help, but only ifit'ss dire, the final plan for you to hide in the bedroom with a gun. Only to use it if necessary.
It had been a tense few hours, due to both of your statuses with you working and SHIELD and Steve being an Avenger, the property had cameras and a security system. It was fairly advanced and would alert both you and Steve if someone was registered on the cameras or if someone opened a window or door. Steve had been glued to the cameras, already prepared for a fight. The anger and grief from the loss of his teammates were bubbling under the surface; he was hurt and angry. It was kind of scary to see him like this; it reminded you that despite the constant contact that you had with the Avengers, you were not often with the team, usually working alone.
A *ping* went off on your phone, and your breath caught in your throat. You turn it on, seeing the unknown number again. Steve looked up at you sharply, “Is it her?” he asked, focusing on you instead of the cameras. You nod, logging into your phone, and you check the message.
Unknown Number: Little pig, little pig, let me in.
Unknown Number: *Image attached*
You open the image with trembling fingers, you almost drop your phone, it's a picture of your house, from a distance, but still. You steel your nerves, “She's almost here, Steve.” He looks, stands up, walks over, and checks the message: “You should go, hide, and be ready.” He pulls you into a tight hug, running his hands up and down your back, “I know I should, but I don't want you…” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you too much,” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N…we already agreed.” He says with a warning tone. He carefully untangles himself from you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Before he can pull away fully, you catch his lips in a slightly more passionate kiss. “I love you, Steve. Please be careful, don’t die.” You punch him in the arm with a slight smile. “I love you, too, you brat, now get out of here.” He says with a smile, gently pushing you.
You enter the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Realistically, it wouldn't do much besides warn you that she was there. Honestl, it's a good thing that Steve forced you to leave because at that moment you got a notification. *Back window opened* She was here, you knew that Steve had gotten a matching notification. The back window was in the kitchen, meaning she would go through that before entering the living room, where Steve was waiting. Then, if she was going to attempt to get to you, she would have to go upstairs to the bedrooms. Thankfully, all the upstairs doors were closed, so you would have a little bit of time before she arrived. You would hear each door open until she reached the end of the hall on the right, you.
Honestly, the closet was boring, you didn't risk texting Steve, and you had powered off your phone to prevent her from hearing it if she came into the room. You waited for what felt like 20 minutes, panic was setting in, did she kill him, did he kill her? Then voices. You thought you imagined it for a moment, but no, Steve and her arguing, getting closer. You heard her stomping up the stairs, then throwing open the door. “Where the fuck is he, Steve? I know that little fag is here somewhere,” She fumed, then at your door. She opened the bedroom door, stomping in, her anger forcing her to ignore Steve trying to diffuse the situation. He threatened to stop her if she kept destroying the home, but she didn't listen. She took pictures off the wall, making comments about how you didn't deserve to share a room with him. “I just don't understand why you choose him when someone like me is right here,” she says, the snark clear in her tone. “I don't even know who you are.” Steve retaliated, you heard a snort, “You do know who I am, you're just not thinking hard enough.” Then silence, then a loud crash. You assumed that the fighting had started. Both Steve and the woman were grunting, and you heard things crashing and falling. They were yelling at each other, the converstantions slightly muffled by all the noise “...you killed my- teamates” steve said with a grunt, resulting in a pained noise from the woman “you murdered them in cold blood, you deserve no mercy, and your sick if you think that that would make me fall in love with you.” You heard several thuds, presumably fists hitting flesh, sh then silence. Was it over? You heard the doorknob rattle. “It's over; she passed out.” You heard Steve's voice as he opened the door. He was beaten up. He had several cuts and blood running from his nose.
The two of you brought her to the kitchen, restraining her. The two of you had strong restraints that could be used in case of emergency; the whole team had them just in case. The two of you called Fury first, to which he responded that he would be sending agents to take her in. He also asked you to confirm her idenitconfirm her identity. You admitted you wanted to know who she was, too, the woman who was able to defeat so many of your friends, and do it without a sliver of remorse. You pulled the mask over her face. “What the..” you muttered, you realized. You and Steve did know h;r, she was She-Hulk, also known as Jennifer Walters. You were in shock, honestly, you couldnt believe that she was the one who caused the team so much panic and caused so much carnage. She had worked with SHIELD before, which explained her ability to gain access to the locations and your phone number. She groaned, opening her eyes, realizing that her mask was off and the jig was up; she deflated. You and Steve interrogated her, well, Steve did, she refused to even look at you besides adamantly stating that your existence was the only reason that she and Steve weren't together. She cursed at you, saying that if it weren't for the restraints, she would have torn you limb from limb. In response, you slapped her hard, clear across the face.
“Fuck you,” was all Steve said when she finished her sob story. “I will never, ever love you, I never did, and you are a terrible person for what you did to my friends, and you will rot in hell.” You were honestly shocked, Steve never spoke like that, it shocked her to because she broke down, ugly crying while blubbering about how the two of them were meant to be. Fury arrived and took her away with a group of SHIELD soldiers. You and Steve collapsed on the couch, and the blood dried on his face. You stood silently again, getting the first aid kit and cleaning the various cuts that littered his face. He closed his eyes, seemingly at peace, “Thank godit'ss over…” He muttered, wincing slightly at the hydrogen peroxide that you put on the wounds. “I agree,” you say, sighing. He sat up, pressing kisses all over your face, “At least I have my nurse in shining armour here to patch me up.” He says with a smile. He presses another kiss to your lips before settling back down against you, content to sleep just like that. You looked down at him, his golden locks, kissable lips, all of him. He looked so peaceful, like he didn't just deal with an insane, obsessed stalker woman who killed his team. You gently brushed some of the hair out of his face. You just tilted your head back against the couch with a slight smile on your face.
You knew that your work was far from over, press conferences to deal with the fallout from the unmasking of Jennifer, planning the funerals from the rest of the crew and moving on without them, and the fact that your name was now going to be out there and the very real possibility that you were going to be blamed for the deaths of the rest of the Avengers. You could deal with all that, though. Because you had Steve, and that was enough.
