Requested by @delivia

(I tried being a bit more descriptive, and I probably failed...)

"Y/N Rogers, where do you think you're going this late at night?" Your father, Steve Rogers, scolds as you stand beside your bike.

You huff, taking your helmet off and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I promise I was just planning to go out for a ride. I just needed to let some stress out." You plead, holding your helmet by your waist.

He hesitates for a moment. "It's seven o'clock, why couldn't you have gone earlier?"

"Because there was traffic earlier! Look dad, I promise I'm just going for a ride, alright?" You argue, with him glaring at the ground.

He grits his teeth and sighs. "Fine. But be back before nine, understand?"

You nod with a "Yes sir."

He leaves, with you alone on the driveway. You run a hand through your hair and place the helmet on your head. You hop onto the seat of your motorcycle, turning it on.

You always enjoyed a nice ride on your motorcycle. Your dad had taught how to ride one like he had. You just loved all the freedoms you were given and felt when riding.

The cool breeze flows against the back of your neck as you race through streets, admiring the numerous colors painted in the sky. The ride felt so nice because for a moment you were separated from the world, from its problems and trials.

You had made your way onto a busier street. You observed the buildings and people that surrounded you. You imagined how each individual person has their own story, and has been through things, just like you. You smile.

At this moment, it was quite dark outside, and things were beginning to be difficult to see. You hesitate as you remember the dark clothing you were wearing, making you harder to locate.

You shrug it off, continuing. It wasn't long until something occurred.

A silver car switches lanes quickly, until to collide with you. You gasp for breath as you are blown off the bike, and the motorcycle spins offside the road. It becomes harder to breath, as the car that struck you stops, and the owner runs out to get help.

In a few minutes, you hear faint yet loud sirens approaching your direction. Unfamiliar faces surround you murmuring things to each other. You fight to stay awake, but darkness overtakes you. Strangely, it almost felt peaceful.

~~~~~

"Where is that child? Y/N should be back by now." Steve mumbles to himself, anxiously glancing at his watch.

The old house phone begins ringing loudly in the corner. Steve sets his book down and rushes to take it.

"Hello? Is this Steve Rogers?" The voice asks.

Steve is quiet for a second and decides to respond. "Yes, this is Steve Rogers. How might I help you?"

Steve was unsure of this caller, but it hadn't sounded threatening. It sounded almost solemn.

"Y/N Rogers was recently involved in a motorcycle accident and was severely injured. She is in our care at the moment, and is recovering. We just wanted to inform you and ask that you would come pick Y/N up." The man responds.

Steve rubs his temple, gasping. He swiftly thanks the man and nearly slams the phone down. Running, he snatches his car keys and rushes to the hospital.

Steve bursts through the front doors, sprinting to the front desk. The woman glances up, noticing Steve's countenance.

"What room is Y/N Rogers in?" He questions. The nurse shifts through her papers for a moment and looks up.

"Floor three, room 394." She responds sleepily.

Steve nods in thanks and runs to the floor, still in shock. He finally reaches the room, yanking the door knob open. It reveals you sleeping, with several machines attached to you.

Your eyes flutter open as you were startled by the loud noise. At first your vision was blurry, but it soon cleared, revealing a flustered father.

"Dad..." You say, where he looks appalled. Your eyes began watering, knowing you made a stupid decision.

"Dad," you murmur once again, "I'm sorry. I made a bad choice and this is what happened. I should've listened to you." You struggled to get your words out, with tears staining your eyes.

"No. It was my fault. You did nothing." He reassures, fighting tears as well. He lightly wraps his arms around you. You bury your head in his shoulder, sobbing.

He runs his hand through your hair, calming you. Your dad wipes the tears from your eyes, as you sniffle.

"Dad are you mad about the motorcycle?" You question, when his expression softens.

He weakly smiles. "No, of course not! That motorcycle is just an old thing that I can replace any day. You, on the other hand, I cannot replace. I'm just glad you're okay." He murmurs, releasing you from the hug.

"I love you dad." You smile.

"I love you too, Y/N Rogers."

A/N

Sorry about this, I was trying to make it kid like @delivia requested, but it felt romantic-ish at the end I guess. But if you all liked it, I guess that's all that matters! (:

*Accidentally makes a Harry Potter reference* :)

Sorry about that weird car crash scene; I'm still trying to figure out how to write those...

And also I just realized how similar this is to a Hadvar X Injured!Reader I wrote last week in my Skyrim book. I think the dialogue made it feel that way.

Anyways I hope you all have a marvelous week!

~MRomanoff