Request (Anon): Can I have a steve imagine where he and the reader are always arguing (whether in missions or not) but he only does that bc he loves her and he only wants to protect her? :) - UM YA THIS IS CUTE I DIG IT
Warnings: Language?? A LOT of insults aha!
“Steve, incoming!” You called, knocking a HYDRA gunman to the ground with the heel of your boot before he could shoot you in the face.
Steve grunted and turned around to take down a whole squadron of enemies, his shield flashing in the dim light. When he finally punched the last opposing solider in the face, knocking him out, he was slightly out of breath. The magnet on his wrist pulling his shield back to him and he put it around his back.
“Thanks for the warning, but I don’t need your help.” He standoffishly hissed.
You narrowed your eyes and he gulped nervously, knowing he was in trouble. “Listen here knuckle-head, we’re part of a team and a team has to work together.”
He took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow in return, “Then why didn’t you ‘work with me’ when I asked you to stay back at Headquarters?”
“Because I can take care of myself! And you know, surprisingly, you aren’t the boss of me!” You huffed, walking down the stone hallway, gun poised for any surprise attacks. You could tell from the extra foot steps that Steve was following you from behind, his feet slightly dragging.
He sighed, “Look Y/N, I’m sorry I - “
“No. You look Captain Rogers, I get that someone pissed in your cornflakes this morning, but it’s not really my main concern right now. So please shut up and continue with the mission so we can leave because my computer and I have a date with Netflix tonight.”
He fell silent and you were almost disappointed. Normally the two of you argue way more than this on team outings, Steve constantly trying to tell you what to do. Regardless of the fact that you’re 100% human with no superpowers, you could easily handle your own on the battlefront. If only Steve could understand that. But he normally didn’t give up this easily, so his silence was a change.
You approached a T-split in the tunnel, the path leading in two very opposite directions. You touched your earpiece, “Steve and I are splitting up, there’s a divide in the tunnel.”
“There’s no other way?” Natasha asked over the walkie. “Steve?”
Steve stepped forward, tapping his ear. “We could explore one tunnel, then double back and - “
“No.” You cut him off swiftly, “That’ll take too much time. It’ll be faster and more efficient if we just split up.”
Natasha sighed, “Do what you have to do but just be careful.”
You turned to Steve with murderous eyes, “How dare you undermine my decision? Never mind, that our other team members were listening! How could you?”
“I thought I was helping!” He retorted angrily, his hand balling into fists beside him. “Why are you being so difficult?”
“Because you’re so goddam controlling all the time!” You roared back at him. “This is my first mission where I get to call the shots and you’ve literally questioned all of them. Then, to top it all off, you stand there and make me look like I’m unable to make decisions in front of my teammates. So yeah, maybe I’m being difficult, but you’re just fucking impossible! I’m so done with you right now.”
You quickly turned on your heel and marched away from him, leaving him with his mouth partially hanging open.
The point of the mission was to find the control room and to backup the software, files and everything else onto a back up drive and then destroy HYDRA’s intel. The divide meant that either Steve would find the right room, or you would.
As you continued down the hall, checking each dark and empty room for what you were looking for, you started loosing hope. The last thing that you needed right now was for Steve to complete the mission before you, making you look like shit.
So when you threw open a bright red door and there were computers lined up in rows upon rows, you practically squealed with excitement. You were about to tell Steve you found it, but thought better of it. If you get the intel now and complete the mission yourself, then that’ll show him to question your authority ever again.
The download started off simple, the driver was loading quickly and it looked like you’d be making record time. But once the files were on the drive and you started trying to delete the excess files, an alarm sounded.
“Shit!” You pressed your hand to your ear, “Steve I found the room, the drive is loaded, but I - Ow fuck!”
A searing hot pain blasted into the back of your shoulder, then another to your thigh. You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from screaming out, you fingers deleting everything quicker.
“Y/N?” Steve called over the earpiece, his breath heavy like he was running. “Are you ok? What’s going on? I’m coming hold on.”
With the last file gone and two more shots - your abdomen twice - you slid to the ground in pain, hiding behind the desk for cover. The pain was too much now and you were sobbing silently at the horrible feeling spreading through your body. You spoke into the earpiece as steadily as you possibly could, “I’m down.”
The HYDRA agent was getting closer and the bullets from his machine gun were raining down around you. There was a loud bang and the gunfire stopped suddenly, a series of grunts taking place before the silence.
“Here.” You gasped through the pain, your arms wrapped tightly around your middle as if to physically hold your body together. “I’m here.”
When Steve saw you he swore, running to your side and picking you up in his arms. “You’re going to be ok. Everything’s going to be fine Y/N, I promise.”
You lay your tired head against his shoulder, hardly feeling the bumps as he ran through the enemy base. “Aren’t you going to yell at me?”
“Because you didn’t do anything wrong.”
You were confused, the dizziness from blood loss was leaving you dazed. “You make no sense.” You whispered to him drunkly, a few seconds later losing your consciousness completely.
The first thing you saw when you woke up was Steve Rogers, laying face down on the end of your hospital bed. “Steve?” You mumbled groggily.
His head snapped up, looking like complete and utter shit, a smile quickly replacing his frown. “You’re awake!”
You flinched at his volume and he uttered a shy apology. You felt very confused and even a little hazy, looking over you could see the IV dripping into your bloodstream and you figured that explained the lightheaded feeling.
“What are you doing here?” You questioned, “Come to tell me off for my stupid decision making skills?”
He chuckled, reaching out to grab your hand. “Y/N, I’m sorry that I was such a pretentious bastard before.” You hummed in agreement and he rolled his eyes before continuing. “You got the job to lead this mission and I was happy for you, until I saw how dangerous the plan was. So I wanted you to stay home that way you’d be safe. Then, I suggested we explore the tunnels together so that I wouldn’t have to leave you alone. I was trying to protect you, you silly girl.”
You blushed slightly at his confession, trying to frown at him but you started to giggle like a schoolgirl instead. “T-That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! You should have just asked me to dinner if you like me…”
He grinned, finding amusement in your drug-induced bluntness, “Would that have worked?”
You wagged your finger, encouraging him to come closer to you. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, thinking your were going to whisper in his ear. Instead you grabbed his face with both hands and pressed your lips gently against his.
“Yes you stupid, gorgeous, idiot.” You giggled, “Dinner would have worked. It also would have saved us a lot of arguing.”
He laughed, brushing your hair off your face and gently nudging you back down on the bed. “Ok, ok! Now lay down and get some rest you crazy druggie, we need you healthy again.”
Well that was really fun to write! I like writing banter, so that was a nice theme to expand on! I really hope you enjoyed it Anon! <3
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Am I the only one thinking that Bonds relationship with Madeleine is implausible and totally out of character? Yes, they had some chemistry. Yes, I see how their personalities/abilities work well together. Yes, I could see something deeper developing between them –but not within, like, a week.
The character of James Bond established in the Craig movies is a deeply troubled, traumatized, scarred man who is irreplaceable in the field but at an incredible personal cost. He’s getting old, tired. There’s only so much shit life can throw at you before you break. As such, I would have totally brought it if he had retired at the end of Spectre. Not the ‘washed up on the beach after getting shot and not wanting to go back but not having any other point in life either’ sort of retired (see start of Skyfall), but something meaningful, positive. The realization that he may never have had a choice, but now he’s at a point where he could finally take control of his life and nobody would stop him. He could go and spent the rest of his life in some semblance of peace and recovery. Not that I think James wouldn’t come back to MI6 eventually. He’s is a thrillseeker to the core. But that’s another matter.
The angle Spectre took on this idea, however, was… bizarre. To say the least.