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Recovery (Steve x Reader) One-shot

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2015, New York – An hour after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Bring them all to the back,” you yelled to the paramedics that kept rushing into the hospital, bringing in more and more wounded men and women. You were running from the front to the back, making sure your team was in the right place at the right time, while more and more people were rushed into the ER. You were still trying to figure out what had exactly happened at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, but your main priority now was to save as many people as you could.

    “Daisy, call the other hospitals to see if they are as flooded as we are. We can’t take any more people in,” you told the girl behind the desk. Blood still clung to your hands and you could see the horrified look on her face as a man was wheeled in behind you missing his leg, half of his arm and at least one ear. “Daisy?”

    “R-right away,” she nodded slowly, giving you the time to rush back towards the entrance of the ER.

     “What do we have here?” you asked the paramedic that pushed hard against the stretcher he wheeled into the hospital. The badly beaten blonde man on top didn’t seem to show any signs of life, though the blood gushing from multiple gunshot wounds showed that his heart at least was still beating.

    “Found him by the side of the river. Must have fallen from those damned flying platforms. He’s one of the lucky ones. He should be dead falling from such a height.”

    You nodded, tearing the red, white and blue striped suit from his chest and placing your stethoscope just beneath his heart to hear his breathing. “He could still be if I don’t operate on him right now. Daisy, are any of the OR’s free? I need one asap,” you said, before turning to the man in front of you again. “Did he have any identification on him?”

    The paramedic laughed, shaking his head. “He doesn’t need any. His name is Steve Rogers.”

    “Captain America?” you frowned, looking at the man beneath your hands differently now. Bruises and gashes marked the skin on his face and you swallowed hard. Of course he was. Who else would wear such a suit and survive a fall like that.

    “Or what’s left… Can you save him?”

    “I’m going to try. Daisy?”

    “Room two is free, doctor [Last Name].”

    “Alright, page doctor Miller. I’m going to need assistance. We’ll take it from here, Brad. Thanks.”

    “No problem. Gotta head back out there. It’s a mess.”

    You didn’t even hear what he said after that, taking the stretcher from his bloodied hands and pushing it up to the elevator, vigorously pressing the button to go up. The tall blonde might be Captain America, but with these wounds he would die just as easily as any of the others. You needed to act fast.

    Luckily for the Captain, that was exactly what you were good at.

     

You didn’t know how long you had been in the OR when you finally stitched up the last gap in his skin. Any other person would have died from every single injury the Captain had. It was a miracle he had even still been breathing when the paramedics brought him in. It had been a hard task – if not impossible – to fix what had been done to him, but even though his heart had stopped several times during the operation, you hadn’t given up on him. Not even when your team told you it was no use anymore.

    You watched the nurses wheel him out of the OR and towards one of the vacant rooms to sleep off his anaesthesia. The next hours would be crucial, but you had done all you could. It was up to him now.

    When you went to check up on him a few hours later, when everything in the ER had returned to normal – so far that was possible – he was still vast asleep. You ignored the agents that had been stationed outside his door and quietly walked closer to him, taking the files from the side of the bed. You always liked to check up on your patients, but with the Captain you were extra curious how he had been doing. You let your eyes glance over the papers and walked back towards the reception desk as you turned the pages.

    “Doctor [Last Name]?” Daisy called out to you as you walked through the long hall of the ER, reading the notes the nurses had scribbled down in the Captain’s file after the hourly check-ups. After the surgery he had undergone it would take him a while to recover, but so far everything looked good.

    “[Name]?”

    “Hmm?” you mumbled, waking from your train of thought and focussing your attention on the receptionist before you. A group of people had gathered at the desk and were all looking at you in anticipation. You recognized at least one of them.

    “These people are here to see Captain Rogers.”

    “We want to take him… home,” Tony Stark quickly spoke before you could even acknowledge you were his doctor.

    “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

    “Why not? He’s Captain America. I’m sure he’s already doing his crossword puzzles.”

    “I don’t care who he is. He was badly injured and had major surgery only several hours ago.”

    “But–”

    “He isn’t leaving this hospital until I say so.”

    “Can we at least see him?” the young dark-skinned man beside Tony asked before the billionaire could say anything else and offend you any further. He looked genuinely worried and swallowed hard, trying to read your expression.

    “During visiting hours you can,” you nodded, letting your gaze pass the silent redhead and tall, hooded man beside them. “Come back in an hour.”

    “You’re really going to send us away?” Tony frowned. “We’re the–”

    “Let’s go,” the hooded man said. “We can come back later. He’s clearly in good hands.”

    The others nodded and Tony followed them reluctantly. You watched them walk out of the hospital and even though the man also known as Iron Man had been quite annoying to you, it was good to know there were people that cared about the Captain. At least he wouldn’t be alone when he woke up.

    “Make sure no one goes into Captain Rogers’ room until I say so,” you told Daisy, knowing they would probably return within half an hour. “I still need to run some test and I can’t do that with them breathing in my neck.”

    She nodded, handing you a few notes of people that had called for you or things you needed to check up on. You quickly read through them and began your rounds through the ER. There were still a lot of people, but most from the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. had either been brought to another hospital, had walked out of the doors themselves, or were laying in one of the rooms upstairs to sleep off their pain.

    After that you had a short talk with your team, explaining the things that had happened to those that had only now started their shifts and giving everyone their own task for the coming hours. It wouldn’t be as hectic as a few hours ago – you hoped at least – but there was still much to be done and on top of that the police was walking in and out to question the people that were awake. You wondered how soon they’d be on top of the super soldier when he’d wake up.

    When you had made sure everything was on track again, you made your way back to the Captain’s room. You could hear his soft breathing echo through the room and you penned a few notes into his file as you checked his vitals and examined his wounds. Everything was looking good so far and you couldn’t help but think he looked peaceful as he lay there sleeping. You softly wiped the hair from his face and were ready to walk back towards the ER when someone knocked on the door.

    “Doctor [Last Name], right?” the young dark-skinned man you had seen an hour ago said, walking into the room and letting his eyes rest on the super soldier for a short moment.

    You nodded, allowing him to walk to the bedside as you folded the sheets back over the Captain’s chest.

    The young man shook your hand and smiled shortly. “I’m Sam Wilson. H–How is he doing?”

    “Good,” you smiled back. “He’s recovering quite fast actually. He hasn’t woken up yet so I want to keep him a few more days for observation, but other than that I think he’s going to be fine.”

    “He isn’t in pain?”

    “Not right now, no, but when he wakes up… We’ll make sure he’s as comfortable as possible.”

    He nodded understandingly, putting his bag on the table on the end of the room and pulling out some things to make the room seem less sterile. “Can I put on some music?”

    “As long as it isn’t too loud and doesn’t bother anyone it’s fine with me. I have to get back to my other patients, but if anything happens you can press that red button on the side of the bed. Someone will come to help.”

    “Got it.”

    “Alright, I’ll be back to check on him before my shift ends,” you said, leaving Sam alone to take a seat on the chair beside the Captain’s bed. You would have liked to ask him what had exactly happened with S.H.I.E.L.D., but you weren’t sure if that was so wise. You had seen and heard some things on the news and it was probably best if you kept yourself out of it. You didn’t want to have the police at your door.

    Again…

    When you returned several hours later, just before the end of your shift, Sam was still on the seat beside the Captain’s bed. He was reading a magazine, listening to some of Marvin Gaye’s best songs; one of the many things the super soldier had missed during his time in the ice.

    “Still here?” you asked, walking into the room and checking some of the machines that were monitoring the Captain’s vitals. Everything seemed fine – like earlier today – which meant there was no reason for him not to wake up.

    Sam looked up and smiled shortly. “Thought I’d keep him company until one of the others arrive. Having a friendly face around when he wakes up probably won’t hurt. How’s he doing? Still good?”

    “That’s nice of you. His vitals have been stable for several hours, which is always a good sign. I suspect he should be waking up very soon. He will need to rest though. I heard one of the nurses already explained to you what happened during surgery?”

    The Captain’s friend nodded, stretching his body and supressing a yawn. “She did, so I guess we should thank you. You saved his life.”

    “I was only doing my job.”

    Sam snorted, shaking his head, clearly thinking you had done a little more than that “I know you’re probably ready to go home, but could you maybe stay with him for a few more minutes? I need to stretch my legs and get a bite to eat. If he wakes up, I don’t want him to be alone.”

    “Of course. There’s a cafeteria just on the other side of the hall. Not the best in the world, but after a long shift their coffee is heaven.”

    “I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed, pushing himself up and walking past you towards the hall. “Can I get you anything?”

    “Oh, no, I’m good,” you nodded gratefully, continuing your last check of the day. “Thanks though.”

    Sam walked away and in the meantime, while he was getting himself some much need refreshments, you wrote down everything worth noting for the night shift into the Captain’s file. You even got a new bag of fluids to attach to the IV in his arm. You were changing the bag carefully, attaching it to the pole beside the bed, when you could see the Captain’s hand twitch from the corner of your eyes. He squinted his eyes and slowly opened them, looking around the room with a frown covering his brow. Soon his eyes rested on you, though you were very certain he didn’t really see you; his vision hazy.

    “Peggy?” a hoarse voice escaped his lips.

    “Almost right,” you smiled, getting the small pocket light from your doctor’s coat and shining it into his eyes to see if and how his pupils dilated. “It’s [Name] actually, but it’s probably best if you call me doctor [Last Name]. How are you feeling?”

    “W-where am I? What happened?”

    “Well, I don’t know what happened exactly, but you’re in a hospital. Can you move your fingers for me? Alright, how about your toes?”

    He did as you asked and nodded slowly, turning his head towards the music his friend had put on for him in hopes it would wake him up sooner. “You’re my doctor?”

    “One of them, yes. I’d like to have a look at your wounds. May I?” You pulled the sheets from his chest even before he had agreed and tugged at the bandages that covered the holes that had been there only several hours ago. “This has healed remarkably well,” you stated, letting your fingers caress his soft red skin. The stitches had held everything together nicely and could be removed in a day or two. The marks on his face were still bruised and enflamed, but with a few more days of rest, you guessed he’d be back to normal. It was truly fascinating to see how fast he regenerated.

    “Said the doctor as if she didn’t have anything to do with it…” Sam said as he walked back into the room, holding a cup of coffee and a sandwich.

    “I only helped.”

    “That’s not what the nurses say…”

    “Sam?” the super soldier spoke surprised, letting his gaze pass between you.

    “Hey, look who’s awake. The good doctor didn’t scare you, did she?”

    “No,” he swallowed hard, his eyes resting on you for a short moment. “Is that for me?” he asked, nodding at the coffee in Sam’s hand.

    “If you want to… and if it’s okay with the doctor, of course.”

    “I need to do a few more test now that you’re awake, Captain Rogers,” you smiled, “but I see no reason why you couldn’t have a good cup of coffee after that. Mister Wilson, do you think you could give us a minute?”

    “Oh yeah, of course. I’ll be buying another coffee if you need me.”

    “Thank you,” the Captain whispered, watching his friend walk out of the room again, leaving him alone with you to do some more tests.

    “So, how are you feeling?” you asked, taking a closer look at the healing bullet wounds and pressing the skin around it, asking him if it hurt.

    “Good,” he sighed softly, rubbing his eyes. “A bit sore, but that will fade. I feel fine, really. When can I leave?”

    You laughed softly, shaking your head. You walked to the other side of the bed and studied the large gash that had been on his cheek, neatly stitched by you only hours ago. “You’re starting to sound like you’re friends… Can you make a fist for me, please?”

    “I heal a lot faster than others,” he stated, folding his hands into a fist, flexing his muscles. He released the tension when you told him you’d seen enough.

    “I’m sure you do, but I’ll tell you exactly what I told mister Stark. I don’t care who you are, Captain Rogers. You’re my patient and you’re not leaving this hospital until I discharge you,” you finished seriously, feeling his eyes shift over your face. When you looked up at him you thought you could see a small smile curling his lips. “Now, as for some more tests…”

 

The Captain spend the next couple of days in the hospital. Even though he had recovered within the first two, he waited patiently until you said it was okay for him to go. You checked up on him regularly and spend time with him during your breaks to keep him company. You talked and laughed and soon caught yourself thinking about him each time you had a moment to breath within the hectic everyday life of the hospital.

    Your interest in the Captain hadn’t gone unnoticed by the nurses and each time you left his room they were on you like bees on honey, asking you what you had been doing. You thought it was all quite amusing. Steve was just like any other patient and the only reason you were interested in him was because of his superior regenerative system.

    Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

    You always tried to keep your work within the hospital walls, but these past few days that had seemed to become impossible. You were walking into the ER for the start of your shift, walking past Daisy – still thinking about Steve – when she called out for you.

    “Something arrived for you, doctor [Last Name],” she said, ducking behind her desk only to emerge again with a large bouquet of red roses.

    “What’s this?” you frowned, walking up to the desk as she placed the bouquet on top, sliding it over to you.

    “Well, they’re flowers and they’re for you.”

    “For me? From who?”

    “There isn’t a card, but I think I know who…”

    You felt a smile curl your lips as you smelled the beautiful red roses. Steve… You quickly tried to compose yourself, but by the large grin on Daisy’s face you realized that it was already too late. She knew as much as you did that you had started to like the Captain. More than you should. “Stop it. He’s a patient.”

    “He’s Captain America, that’s what he is and he’s sending you flowers.”

    “You don’t know that. There isn’t a card, is there?”

    “Well no, but come on… Maybe you haven’t noticed, but all the nurses have been talking about the last few days is the way he looks at you. He could have walked out of those doors days ago. He’s only staying because of you, [Name].”

    You swallowed hard, looking from Daisy to the flowers. You had actually noticed and it made your heart beat faster and your cheeks blush a bright red. But he was a patient. Which meant he was off limits. That was the one rule you had never broken. Not even when they had sent you chocolates and cards and whatever else they could think off to get your attention.

    “I don’t know…”

    “You’re impossible!” Daisy sighed. “Fine, suit yourself. Spend another Friday night alone on the couch with a bucket of ice cream. And don’t tell me Ben and Jerry are guys, because I’m not falling for that one again. If you’re not interested at least send the poor guy home.”

    You bit your lip, looking at the roses before you. You wanted to give in to her, but you couldn’t. And she knew you couldn’t. “It’s just inappropriate, Daisy. I’m his doctor. I’m not…” you sighed, pushing the roses back to her. “I’m just not… Get me his discharge papers. I–I’ll bring him the news myself…”

 

You would have gone to him right away if a pile-up on the nearby freeway hadn’t caused an emergency. Several people were severely injured, stuck in their cars and you were needed on site as soon as possible. You told Daisy to give him the discharge papers if you didn’t return before the end of her shift. You were disappointed you wouldn’t be able to say goodbye, but your job was more important than the feelings you had for a man that could and would never be yours.

    You spent the entire day out in the field and slowly started to realize your chances of seeing him before he left – or ever again for that matter – were slimming. You returned to the hospital with the last of the ambulances, but by then the ER was a mess and there was no way you could leave your team only to say goodbye to Steve.

    You had planned to go out for drinks with Daisy and some of the nurses, but after everything that happened today all you wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and watch some television on the couch. At the end of your shift you freshened up a bit and changed into some clean clothes, letting your hair down after it had been pulling at your head the entire day within its ponytail.

    When you walked past the reception desk Daisy was already gone, but the roses were still standing there for you to take home. You told yourself it was probably best if you didn’t. You made a last round past all the patients you had helped today and wished them a good weekend, before you made your way outside the hospital. Your route took you passed Steve’s old room and even though you didn’t expect him to be there anymore, you still took a quick look inside, surprised to see he was in fact still there.

    You could feel your heart beat faster and you slowly walked towards the room, knocking on the door before going in. “Hey, you’re still here?”

    Steve looked up packing his bag and as soon as his eyes caught sight of you, a smile curled his lips. He had changed into his own clothing and now that the bruises on his face had almost completely faded, he looked even more handsome than he already had. “Hey, I thought you had already left. One of the nurses told me you wouldn’t be back till Monday.”

    “There was an emergency outside the hospital. I would have brought you the papers myself if it hadn’t been absolutely crazy around here.”

    “Don’t worry about it, I understand. It’s strange seeing you without the white doctor's coat though," he said, looking at the normal jeans and blouse you were wearing. You had put on your comfortable boots and leather jacket, which weren’t all that special, but he seemed to think it was. “You clean up nicely, doctor…”

    You felt yourself blush and quickly wiped the hair behind your ears, turning your gaze towards the ground. “You’re not so bad yourself, Captain. You’re looking a lot better.”

    “A feel a lot better. I hear I have you to thank for that, so, thank you...”

    “Don’t mention it. The flowers were enough to thank me.”

    “Flowers?”

    “Yeah,” you nodded, feeling a smile curl your lips again. “I got them this morning. They’re beautiful. I normally don’t accept gifts from patients, but I guess I can make an exception for Captain America… for you.”

    “Right… I–I wanted to thank you. For everything. I’m glad you liked them.”

    “I did…” you swallowed hard, letting the silence linger between you. “Anyway,” you continued quickly once you realized you hadn’t spoken for at least a minute, merely staring at him. “What are you going to do now?” you asked, remembering everything he had told you about what had happened with S.H.I.E.L.D. and his long thought dead friend, Bucky. “Is anyone picking you up?”

    “I don’t know yet. There are a few things I need to do. I haven’t called anyone yet.”

    “Where are you going? I could give you a ride if you want.”

    “Oh, that’s not necessary. I’m sure you have plans. Y-You look like you have plans.”

    “Well if you a call a date with my couch and a bucket of ice cream having plans, then yes, major plans…” You both laughed and you took in a deep breath. “Are you sure? I’d be happy to, really.”

    “I’m fine. I thought I’d walk. The fresh air might do me good.”

    “Alright, well, it was nice to meet you then, Captain. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

    “I hope so and Steve’s just fine, doctor.”

    “It’s [Name] actually.”

    “I know…”

    You nodded, fidgeting with the seam of your blouse. “Goodbye, Steve.”

    He swallowed hard, watching you walk away from him. “Goodbye…”

    You took in a deep breath, only now realizing you had barely breathed at all when you were with him. Cursing softly, you walked out of the hospital, searching for your car keys in your bag. Stupid, stupid, stupid… you thought. ‘You’re not so bad yourself, Captain?’ What the hell was I thinking…

    “[Name]?”

    “Hmm?” you quickly turned around, hoping – praying – you hadn’t said any of that out loud.

    The super soldier ran after you, stopping beside your car with a doubtful frown covering his brow. He hesitated for a short moment, his eyes shifting over your face, trying to read your reaction. “Can I ask you a question?”

    “Of course. Is something wrong?”

    “No, no... I-I was just wondering..." he mumbled as a smile slowly curled his lips, seeing the wondering frown on your brow. "I really like you, [Name]. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

    You smiled, slowly nodding at his words, stuffing your carkeys back into your bag. “I thought you’d never ask…”

 

 

Extended ending

“Guys, this is [Name],” Steve said, gesturing you to walk further into the living room of Stark Tower. “Some of you have already met her, I believe.”

    You slowly moved forward saying hello to the group of friends that were sitting around a table, having a few beers and good conversation.

    “Doctor [Last Name]!” Sam exclaimed. “It’s good to see you again, though with the amount of time Steve spends talking about you I’d think we’ve been seeing each other every day.”

    You laughed softly, seeing Steve turn a bright red, scowling at his friend. You let your hand slip into Steve’s and squeezed it, telling your boyfriend without words it would be fine. You were used to things like this. You could handle the Avengers. “You too, Sam.”

    “Well, look who it is,” Tony said, walking up to you and crossing his arms. He looked from Steve to you with a complacent look on his face and grinned boyishly. “So… I guess she got the flowers?”


THE END

Hey everyone!

Here's the first story from the requests you've sent me. This one is a story for Earwen85 :) Hope you like it, dear!!

Might not be my best work, but ah well :D *throws flowers at you so you won't notice*

If you liked the story pleave fave, comment or watch!! Would mean a lot to me :hug: 

Oh and I have never been inside an ER before and never had to be in an hospital myself so it will probably not be accurate at all XD Shh... just pretend it is ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything marvel, but I do own the story!

And sorry for any mistakes :D (Big Grin)
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Tony, you hound! XD