I saw the day stretching out farther
than it ever could with you, my dream
Seasonal passion doused by steam
I had to move beyond the day
Your forest in the cabin eyes
Your lazy day at the lake smile
Your speed boat wit and mushroom lips
Musky mossy smell of your neck
As I hugged you tight, drove away
It was all I could take with me
You stayed in lazy summer days
with late nights laying on the dock
marshmallows, bonfire as epitaphs
of summer days in a canoe
my fingers dipped in the green lake
your jokes bending the trees to us
kisses making birds ache for spring
And now I live in the city
but every time I see a tree
I ache for it to bend again
My fingers long for canoes, lakes
and those hushed faraway green eyes
that could only live in summer
when we were the too young dreamers
who didn’t know that life would go on
Heeeey! Could you write an imagine with Illya Kuryakin where reader is hurt really badly (nearly dies) and he has to take care of here after? Happy ending pls:3
“The boat’s leaving,” you anxiously said into the com.
“We are almost there Y/N. Just 40 more seconds,” Solo replied.
You assessed the situation. The boat was going too fast, if you didn’t get on it now you’d lose it. “There’s no time. I have to go on. There’s a speed boat near the pier across from where they are docked. Get to that and meet me on the boat,” after that you ran full force and lept from the deck, just making it onto the boat. You came out of your tucked roll with your gun in hand and hit the five people in front of you on the deck. Standing up you kicked out to your left and fought off the man coming after you. You pinned him down and brought the knife out from your boot, ending his fight. “I’m on the boat,” you finally reported.
“We just got onto the speedboat. Is there a ladder you can lower for us,” Gabby asked.
“Yes,” you ran to the side and lowered a rope ladder. “I lowered a rope.”
“How many men,” Illya asked.
“6 less than before,” you looked at the bodies on deck but heard shouting below deck. “They know I’m here. There’s more coming up.”
“We’re almost there, Y/N,” Illya called. Four extra men came on deck and you jumped behind crates to hide from their gunfire. As you and the men fired back and forth you heard the last two talk about the package that you and the team had been sent after. Although your Bulgarian was rusty you understood the gist- the package was below deck and had three men around it.
Two shots rang out and you heard the last two men hit the floor. The team was on deck. “You ok,” Illya asked.
“Stop worrying about your girlfriend, Peril,” Solo said. “We’ve got bigger fish right now.”
“The package is below deck guarded by three men. Not sure how many others are below deck, though.”
“We’ll go below,” Gabby said devising a plan as you all shot the men that tried to come above, “Napoleon and I will take the 2nd level of the ship, Y/N, you and Illya take the 1st level. We have to find and get the package out. That’s our number one priority.” You loaded a new round of ammo in your gun and followed the team below deck.
The two of you fought your way through the men on your level. From below you could hear Gabby and Solo as well. “Duck,” Illya said and shot just above where your head had just been, taking out the man that was behind you as you fought off two others.
“We’re almost at the end of the hallway,” Gabby said through the coms.
“We’ve got two doors left also,” Illya replied.
As you cleared one of the last rooms you went to the final room on your level and, as soon as the door was greeted, three men jumped on you and Illya. You took one out and moved to the girl in the corner. “We have the package,” you spoke through your com. “Repeat, we have the girl.”
“Get her out of here. I’ll be behind you,” Illya grumbled as he fought the last two guards off.
“Sweetie, I’m not here to hurt you,” you spoke to the 11 year old girl. “I need you to come with me, ok? We are going to get you back to your father.” She gave you a weak nod and you took your hand. You ran with her back up to the deck and ran with her back to the ladder.
“Behind you,” the little girl cried. You turn around just in time to avoid getting a knife in the back. A man, about a foot taller and 100 pounds larger than you towered over you.
“Lila,” you spoke to the little girl, “get on the boat.”
“What about you.”
“Lila, get on the boat,” you said through your teeth. The man jumped towards you and you two began to sprawl. “You are not getting the little girl as long as I live,” you growled to the large man.
“I didn’t plan on you living past this,” he smirked and lunged for you again. You were tired and out of ammo so you used the last knife you had. You got a stab in the arm on the huling man but he managed to fling it out of your hand shortly after.
“Y/N,” Gabby shouted when she saw your faltering battle.
“She’s going down to the boat! Get her out of here,” you commanded her. That little distraction was enough for the man to send his knife into your stomach. You stopped in place and looked at the knife sticking out of you. Your hands instinctively wrapped around the knife keeping pressure on it. Before you could react to anything a large blow from the man sent you over the side of the ship and into the hard, cold, water.
Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around the dark room. You made a hissing noise as pain flooded you at once. “Y/N, hey, you’re awake. Are you in pain,” Illya’s voice rushed at you. “Nurse,” he flew to the door and called out. “Nurse, she’s awake. She needs some pain medicine.”
You watched as a nurse ran in and injected sometime into your IV. “A doctor will be in here shortly to check on you, ok,” you nodded at the nurse.
“Y/N, are you ok?”
“Not going to lie, Ill, I have been better.” You smiled as his hand grabbed yours again and his thumb stroked it. “What happened?”
“You got stabbed in the stomach and pushed overboard. I got on deck just as you went over.”
“How’d I get out?”
“I jump over board and swam after you. Solo and Gabby brought the speedboat over to us when I resurfaced with you. You had,” he squeezed his eyes closed and put his other hand over his eyes, “…you had swallowed a lot of water and had lost a lot of blood. I cleared most of the water from your lungs and kept pressure on your stomach but, by the time we got you to a hospital, you were in pretty bad shape. That was four days ago.”
“Illya.” You tried to get him to look back up at you.
“I was so scared that I was going to lose you.”
“I’m here aren’t I,” you tried to make him feel better. “Where’s everyone else?”
“I made them go home. No use in having them sit around and see me act like a mess.”
“You can go home, if you want. I’m better. I’m ok. If you need some good rest you can go home.”
“Never. I’ll be here making you sick of me because I’ll be doing everything for you. And I’ll be doing the same thing after I take you home,” he grinned at you.
You looked sweetly at him. “Thank you, babe,” you rubbed his hand. “Come on,” you slowly and carefully scooted over a bit and patted the side next to you.
“YN, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hon, if I can survive almost bleeding out and drowning I can survive sleeping next to you. Come here and sleep with me,” you patted the bed again.
“Don’t ever do that to me again. From now on you let me take the stabs,” he scolded as he climbed in bed with you.