Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. I own my OC.
[I was there at the beginning. Well, not the beginning beginning but when the Avengers battled against the Chitauri and Loki. It was during my second year of college, I was 22, when he and his army invaded Manhattan. Unfortunately, my sorry ass was smack dab in the middle of it. I was pretty lucky that I came out with some bruises and a few cuts on my leg but the one thing I will never forget from that day was how I met Steve. He didn't save me, I saved him.]
When Steve had gotten knocked down by a Chitauri soldier, I had to do something. His shield was closer to me than it was to him so I did the most logical thing a person in my situation would do. [No, I didn't run for my life. I'm no coward. Reckless, yes but not a coward.] I picked up the shield and threw it at the alien.
[The shield was lighter than I expected it to be; a lot lighter than a discus I can tell you that much. Back to the story.]
I threw it at the alien and its head chopped off.
"Damn," I muttered.
The shield bounced off a few things before returning to my hand. This thing is awesome! I thought back then. I looked over expecting him to be up and about only, he was still on the ground. My feet ran on their own. Heart racing a million miles per hour. As I got closer, I slid on my leg like a baseball player stealing a base. I remember feeling broken pieces of glass, concrete and other nasty debris biting into my leg but I didn't care.
His mask was still on but I took off to check for any visible head injuries. One hand on his chest and the other under his nose so I would feel if he was breathing. Steve was. I sighed in relief and began to lightly tap his cheek to wake him up.
"Come on, wake up. I'll be damned if you stay like this."
The corner of his mouth twitched. I growled in frustration.
"ROGERS!"
His eyes shot open. He looks around before spotting me. I won't lie, the confused expression on his face was adorable. [Still is.]
"Wha—" Steve sat up quickly.
He expected the Chitauri to come at us but it didn't. It laid on the ground with its head missing. I still had the shield in my hand. Steve raised a brow. I held it out to him.
"I may have used to decapitate the alien," I smiled sheepishly.
Steve took the shield. "That must've been some throw."
I shrugged."Eh, I'm a discus player. I'm used to throwing heavy projectiles but your shield," I pointed at it. "Is light as air. It felt amazing throwing it."
"It does, doesn't it?" he chuckles.
Steve stood up. He helped me up. I hissed when I felt the debris digging deeper into my calf. There was blood running down my calf and onto my heel.
"You okay there ma'am?"
"No need to be formal. Call me Izzy, please."
Steve smiled, "Okay…Izzy. Are you okay though?"
"I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, need to get back out there and save the city."
"Yes, ma'am. You should find shelter."
"Roger that," I smirked.
Steve had actually laughed at my horrible pun. [I still use it to this day but we'll get to that later.] Anyway, the laughter came from his core and was hearty. He probably hadn't laughed like that since he got out of the ice. My heart raced a little from hearing his laugh.
He started to head back into the fray. When he was a good distance away, I shouted out to him.
"Hey Cap!" Steve turned his head, "I've got your six. Got mine?"
Steve nodded smiling. "Every time."