Steve Rogers x Reader

"Language!"
Steve screams in your com as an array of curse words flew from your mouth.
"Really?" You question with a groan getting back up just to be kicked down once more by another Hydra super soldier.
For the past hour you have been kicked around punched into oblivion just as a distraction.

"Guys when can I be done," agony laced your voice, "we got it hang on," Natasha's voice rang through your head like a pounding hammer.

The soldier once more kicked you into a wall creating a dent and punching you in the stomach. You've tried to throw your own punches and kicks but they barely grazed his body.

It seems Hydra really took its time on making this one 'super'.
The soldier pulls out a gun and you fall to the floor.

Your arms cover you head as you prepare for impact. A loud shot rang out as the casing fall to the floor.

But impact never came. You look up to see the man slumped against a wall as Natasha stands behind holding her gun, smoke coming out of the barrel.

With you blurry vision you see Steve run towards you a worried look on his masculine face. "Shit (y/n) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you hurt." The first word of his statement seems to energize you beyond belief.

You jump up," LANGUAGE!" You scream as Steve flinched. You groan as the pain in your body returns but you give out a small chuckle, "you said a bad word,"

Steve gives you an upturned smile at your silliness even at the worst times.