Chris Evans x reader oneshot
Request: could you write a chris evans oneshot and its fluff so its rated everyone. So could you write about him taking care of reader after reader gets out of heart surgery and he is protective
Re: absolutely, sweetie!!!
Warnings: fluff, heart surgery, a little angsty
A/n: this will most likely be in Chris’s point of view. Please read with precautions if this kind of stuff might bother you.
His fingers curled and then uncurled, his feet tapped against the hospital floor, his head was hung low. Chris was seated in front if the double doors with a sign above that stated the surgery hall. It had been an hour ago that you were admitted in for a heart transplant. It was 12:00am when he got the call that you were going into surgery and he had quickly changed into some appropriate clothing for the hospital. It was 100 miles away, but he got there at roughly 1:10am. He remembered how pale and sickly you looked, your skin sweating and laying limply. He remembered your family’s tears and your little brother hugginh Chris’s leg in fear. He remembered the doctor stating you needed a transplant. He remembered.
The doctor came in with a clipboard.
“Ms. (Y/l/n), I need to speak to you.”
“Please, just say it…”
She had stated sadly. Chris offered her a rub on the back, to which she thanked him silently for. The doctor sighed and said.
“Her dilated cardiomyopathy had gotten significantly critical. Her right ventricle is giving out. I’m afraid we need to get a transplant done quickly or your daughter will not make it.”
The room was quiet until Chris asked.
“How…how long will this procedure take?”
The doctor shrugged and replied.
“We’re thinking roughly two hours maybe. One being the minimum. We’re not sure.”
Chris snapped, a possesive feeling of his best friend overwhelming him.
“Well, find out! I don’t wanna sit here for four hours! I wanna see her as healthy as a health nut as soon as possible!”
Ms. (Y/l/n) put a hand on Chris’s shoulder, calming him a tad as she whispered.
“Chris, it’ll be ok.”
He slumped his shoulders and gazed at his best friend, offering her a small smile as she gave one back before passing out once more.
So here he sat, awake as ever, worried as ever. A vibration caught his attention and he pulled out his phone.
Downey: hey, is she doing ok? =\
Chris frowned a bit but sent back.
CE: I don’t know. They wouldn’t let anyone back there, the bastards. I’m worried…
Downey: you want me to fly up there? I can get there in no time, Dorito.
CE: thanks, but it wont be necessary unless you want to.
Downey: OK. Just text if you need me, Chrissicle.
Chris smiled a little and heard a door open. He shot up as he saw the doctor and asked.
“Is she ok?!”
The doctor smiled.
“She’s going to be a little sore these next few days but she should be good to go home in a week.”
Chris laughed in relief and asked.
“When can we see her?”
The doctor just walked aside and Chris ran to the girl. There, in the room beside the elevator, was you. He smiled in happiness as you looked up at him, groggy. You smiled a bit.
The nickname made his heart swell as he held your hand.
“Hey, honeybee. You feeling ok? Can I get you anything?”
You smiled at him and said.
“No, it’s ok. And yeah…im alive, that’s good.”
“(Y/n)…I was so worried about you.”
He stated. Tears welled up in his eyes and you laid a hand on his cheek, smiling softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Chrissy. Not without you.”
He smiled and a nurse walked in, taking out a needle to inject three shots of morphine into you. When she grabbed your arm to swab the area the needle would pierce, you winced and Chris immediately said in a stern voice.
“Be careful with her!”
The nurse immediately replied.
“I’m so sorry! I just need to swab the area…”
“Chrissy, it’s ok…she didn’t mean it.”
He glared at the nurse until she got done and you giggled. He looked over at you and asked.
“What? What’s so funny, twerp?”
“You’re so adorable when you’re protective.”
He grinned and shrugged.
“Someone’s gotta be your knight in shining armour.”
“Or my Captain America. I hate fairytales.”
He smiled genuinely.
“I’ll be your Captain America as long as your my Peggy Carter.”
You blushed as he kissed your hand and you nodded, snuggling into your blankets.
“As long as your the Captain to my America, I’m good.”
You both giggled and Chris kissed the top of your head, then cheek, saying.
“I’ll always be your savior, honeybee.”
this was such an adorable request! Please send in any request you have!!!