Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Though it would be nice if I did...
Winter Soldier SPOILERS!
Steve POV:
It's a funny kind of feeling. You she her standing there one moment and the next she gone. Then you realize that you just helped her get up into the direct line of fire and you feel sick. You know she is perfectly capable of doing this on her own but can't help but worry and admire her for it. That's how it was when I gave her a lift with my shield during the battle of Manhattan.
Now I feel it again. As she fights by my side. As we fight my best friend. As we fight her trainer. I can't help but want to protect her even though she can protect herself. This funny feeling is bothering me. It pulls on my chest and I can feel her pain. That's when I realize that she's taken a bullet. My heart sinks and all I can hope for is that the serum in her body will help her heal like mine does. I watch her closely and memorize her features. Red hair, sea green eyes, porcelain skin, plump lips, curvaceous figure, and fighting spirit.
Yes, there's something about her that makes me want to be there for her. To help her in times of need. It's a strange something that is hard to explain. I don't know what this emotion is called to be quite frank. So for now, I guess it'll just be a funny little feeling.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please comment on what you think of my first one-shot. If you have any ideas please put them in the reviews or PM me. I look forward to reading and writing them! As always, comments, feedback, etc are not required but are greatly appreciated! :) -Trebleclefstories