Lifeline - Final Part
Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader
Word Count: 5700+
Warnings: Angst, hospitals, injuries, fluff
Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist
Thor sat beside the hospital bed, watching you sleep. You looked so content and at ease, but the cuts on your face and a brace on your ankle told him a different story. You didn’t say much to him on the ambulance ride in, but Thor knew how you were feeling. The adrenaline that fueled your escape wore off, and it left you exhausted. You looked tired, and every time your eyes drifted closed, you would jolt yourself awake. You wanted to rest but knew it was pointless once you arrived at the hospital, knowing they would run some tests, and they did just that. A lady doctor and a couple of nurses rushed you away, leaving him standing in the waiting room again, but this time, it was different. You were here, and you were safe.
Thor ran a hand down his face as his eyes traveled to Loki sitting across from him on the other side of the bed. He was reading a book, and every so often, he would stop and peek over at you, making sure you were okay. Thor let out a deep breath before clearing his throat. “Hey, we should probably talk about all that’s happened.”
“I disagree,” Loki stated, eyeing him over his book.
“Open communication has never been our family's forte, has it?”
“Now that, I can agree with you on.”
“You know, I thought the world of you two growing up,” Thor stated, his eyes drifting to YN and then back to Loki.
“Oh, here we go,” Loki sighed, shutting his book as his mouth went into a straight line.
“You and YN were always having fun together and hanging out. To be honest, I was a little jealous of that. Sure, I had many friends, tons of them, way more than I needed, but none of them seemed to compare to your friendship.”
“Don’t get all sentimental on me now, brother.” Loki shook his head.
“I’m not, but out of the two of us, I seem to be the one always messing things up and failing her. And everything between you two...well, it’s like nothing changed.”
Loki remained quiet, glancing over at you with worried-filled eyes. “Lots changed, but you’re wrong thinking you’re not the only one. I failed her, too. Countless times.” Thor caught his eye, but he quickly looked away. “I knew what was happening from the start and I tried to get her out of that situation, but I failed. I’m just as much to blame as you.”
Thor leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his hands together, and narrowed his eyes at him. “When YN first came here, she forgave me like it was nothing, but I couldn’t forgive myself. I have always understood that forgiveness has to be earned, and I didn’t earn it.” He sat up straight, running a hand down his face. “We can blame ourselves as much as we want, but this was Billy’s doing. He manipulated us into thinking we weren’t trying hard enough, that we caused her all this pain, that we failed her. Truth is, it all comes back to him, and up until this point, I didn’t realize it until I saw that look on your face. The one I have been wearing for months, carrying all this guilt and this blame for all his wrongdoings.” He let out a deep breath, looking over at Loki. “You and I, brother, are not at fault here, and YN wouldn’t want us thinking otherwise.”
Loki stared at him, nodding his head before his eyes traveled back to you. You moved slightly, but to some, it would’ve gone unnoticed, but not to him. He gulped, clearing his throat, “You’re right, much of this was Billy’s doing, but I still could’ve done better.”
“I could’ve, too,” Thor admitted with a half-shrug. “We can’t change what we didn’t do back then, but we can be there for her now and help her in any way we can. We are always going to look back and regret not doing more, but at some point, we need to let go and forgive ourselves. It’s what YN would want, and it’s what we should do for ourselves.” Loki nodded in agreement, squeezing his lips together into a straight line. “But hey, look on the bright side, Billy’s dead, so that’s one less psychopath we have to worry about,” Thor declared, rubbing his hands over his thighs before standing up from his chair. “I’m gonna grab a coffee; want anything?”
Loki remained silent, staring at your resting form while Thor walked towards the door, patting him on the shoulder on his way out. “Actually, now that you mentioned it, I wouldn’t mind a…” Loki turned to the doorway to find no one there. He rolled his eyes, a slight smirk forming on his lips. “Ridiculous.”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his response. You let out a deep breath, feeling an uncomfortable sensation run up your side. You slowly opened your eyes, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights above you. Your eyes traveled down your body, noticing your ankle in a brace, resting on a pillow. Whatever damage happened on those rocks, it must’ve been a pretty bad sprain, but at least it wasn’t broken. Your head hurt, and your bruised hip was throbbing, but at least it was tolerable. Your eyes traveled to the figure sitting in the chair to your left, seeing Loki engrossed in a book.
His head perked up, meeting your eye. “Good, you’re awake.”
“I thought I heard your snarky attitude earlier, but I thought I was hallucinating.”
He smirked. “No, I’m really here, at least for the next couple hours or so.” He closed his book. “Why did you see or hear someone else on your painkillers?” He inquired, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Good.” He nodded, more to reassure himself than you. “You had me worried, and if I had known...” He sighed, setting down his book, rubbing his forehead. “Brother kept calling me and calling me, not leaving a single voicemail. I mean, who does that? Calls and calls, not leaving me anything, not telling me anything, but straight away, I knew…I knew something was wrong. That, and the fact that Billy hasn’t stopped by asking about you.”
“It’s okay, Loki. Billy was a psychopath; no one could’ve predicted this would happen,” you added, fidgeting with your hospital blanket before you caught his eye. “It’s no one else's fault but his.”
“I know that,” Loki nodded, shooting you a small closed-mouth smile. “And he’s gone, so you don’t have to worry about him anymore.” You bit your lip, narrowing your eyes at him.
“How are you doing with all this?” He furrowed his brow, pushing his lips together into a straight line. “Oh please, don’t give me that look; I know you. And I know, you knew I wasn’t asleep earlier.” He pursed his lips, shaking his head no, but you knew he was lying. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Thor might not always make the best decisions or say the right thing, but he explained this mess of things pretty damn well. I was worried that Thor was never gonna be able to forgive himself, but he’s working on it, and I hope you can do the same.”
“I will, eventually--” he nodded more for his solace than yours “-- forgiveness takes time, even if it’s with yourself,” he admitted with a faint smirk on his lips.
You held out your hand to him, and he stared at it before placing his own in yours. “You better,” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him. “Or else.” You squeezed his hand, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes as a small grin made its way across his lips.
He shook his head as he dropped your hand. “This isn’t my therapy session. I’m here for you; do you want to talk about what happened in that desert?”
You sighed, staring down at your sprained ankle. “Not right now. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”
“Very well. It’s a lot for someone to go through, but I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Thanks, brother. I appreciate it.”
“Now, when can I expect you to come back to New York?”
You shrugged, Loki’s face falling. “I don’t know. I never thought it would’ve turned out like this. When Thor convinced me to stay, it was my fallback plan, a safe place to hide out, use my voice, and not have to worry about Billy. I didn’t expect to love it here and meet so many great people.” You paused, trying to think of the right way to phrase it. “Honestly, my life isn’t in New York anymore. I don’t miss it like I thought I would, but I do miss seeing you every day.”
“I see,” he replied, a slight frown crossing his lips.
“I know it wasn't part of the plan, but…”
“Plans can change,” he finished for you with a genuine smile. “You’ve grown from your mistakes, and I’m proud of how far you’ve come.” He reached out, taking your hand in his. “Am I disappointed? Of course, but I’m happy if you’re happy. We’ll keep in touch, and you’ll visit, yes?” He gave your hand a hopeful squeeze.
“Yes, of course, I will. Can’t get rid of me that easy,” you joked, squeezing his hand.
He pulled his hand away, pointing at you. “But, please tell me it isn’t about that stubborn muscle head?”
“Stubborn muscle head,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “you mean Steve?”
“So, it has a name,” he teased, widening his eyes.
“Oh shut up, he’s a good man,” you countered, shaking your head. “Have you met him?”
“In passing, but from what I have come to understand, he’s done a lot for you. More than Billy ever did, and for that, he’s earned a little bit, just a tiny bit of my respect.” You shot him an amused grin, and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that look, YN. It doesn’t mean I like him.”
“Uh-huh, okay,” you scoffed, not believing him. “Whatever you say.”
Not long after, Loki had to leave to catch his flight but promised he’d let you know when he landed. He gave you a long hug, which he only reserved for a few people, and started heading out of the room when Thor came barging back in. He wrapped Loki into a tight hug, lifting him off the ground, and you didn’t miss the unamused look of annoyance on his face. Once Thor set him back on the ground, Loki put a trusting hand on his shoulder, telling Thor to look out for you or else. It was quick, but Odinson’s were never one for long emotional goodbyes.
Thor plopped down in the chair Loki was occupying before, letting out a loud breath. “I didn’t know Loki was such a sofie, he doesn’t show it much, does he?”
“It was always there, it just hides under all his mischief,” you answered with a small smirk on your lips.
“I may have heard from a little bird that you’re staying.” Thor leaned forward, raising his eyebrows.
“We’re you eavesdropping?”
Thor gasped. “Evas--eavesdropping, what are you---I don’t like what you're insinuating.” He placed a hand to his chest, looking taken aback.
“You’re ridiculous!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “But, um, yes, I’m staying. I’ve been the happiest here than I’ve been in a long time. I don’t want to give that up.”
“I thought you were staying cause I’m your favorite brother now.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, I like you both the same.”
“You don’t have to lie to me. Loki is…he’s probably in the elevator by now, he wouldn’t hear you say I’m your favorite,” He smiled, leaning into you. “Whisper it in my ear.”
You ignored his request, letting out a loud sigh. “How’s Steve doing?”
Thor opened his mouth to answer, but someone knocking on your open door interrupted him. It was the lady doctor you met when you first came in, but her name still escaped you. “Hi, I’m your attending, Dr. Jane Foster. We met briefly yesterday, but you were a little out of it.”
“Must have been the good drugs you put me on,” you joked, earning a small laugh from her, but got nothing from your brother. You peek over your shoulder to see him staring at her, almost starstruck.
“How are you feeling? Any pain in your head, hip, or ankle?”
“I’m good, there is some pain, but it is tolerable.”
“That’s great. Did anyone inform you at all about your injuries?” She asked, glancing at your brother.
“I um...” Thor cleared his throat, “well...I was about to, but since you’re here Doc...Doctor, you could probably explain it better,” He stammered, getting a little tongue-tied.
She nodded, returning to you, not giving him a second glance, which made you smirk. She went on to explain how you suffered a mild concussion and may experience symptoms such as a headache or a sense of confusion. You also had a high-grade sprained ankle, which would take around four to five weeks to heal. The bruise on your hip didn’t cause any serious damage besides the throbbing and the massive size, but it would heal on its own. The scrapes and cuts would need to be examined daily for possible infections, but that wouldn't be a problem. Dr. Foster wanted you to stay one more night for monitoring purposes, but you would be able to go home the following day. All she required from you was to rest and not do anything too strenuous.
“I will be back in a few hours to check-in, but one of my best nurses, Claire Temple, will be coming by to take you on a stroll, but it won’t be anything too difficult,” She smiled, and you nodded at her. “Also, if you would be up for a few more visitors, there are a few that have gathered in the hallway.”
“Send them in,” you raved, feeling your heart speed up. She left the room, and Val and Carol walked in with conjoined hands.
“If it isn’t the two love birds,” Thor greeted them with a huge smile on his face, striding over to them. He came up behind them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders with his head between theirs. “Hey, sis, did you know these two are an item, isn’t it great! I still can’t get over it, but I need to run an errand; did you want anything?”
“No, I should be fine.”
“Okay, then. See you later, ladies,” he waved, leaving the room.
“Where is he off to in such a hurry?” Val asked, watching him leave.
“I think he is trying to get with my doctor.”
Val huffed. “Good luck to him, but he’s gonna need more than a charming smile and that god-like voice to get a woman of her stature.”
“Enough about him, I brought you an array of flowers. Didn’t really know what you liked, so got a little of each to be safe,” Carol smiled, setting them on the windowsill. “And I got you some chocolates because the real way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.” She pulled the bag from her purse and tossed them at you. “Thor mentioned you liked those, so I picked up a bag. Promise me you won’t share them with him.”
“I promise, he ain't touching them,” you said, hiding them in the small cubby under your hospital tray. “And from the looks of it, I take it you two finally told the squad.”
“We did! Everyone is pretty happy for us,” Carol smiled, threading her hands together with Vals.
“But the real question remains, what moves did you use to kick his ass?” Val asked with a curious smirk on her face. “Oh, and M’Baku wants to know if you barked at him?”
“I did not bark; make sure he knows that. As for the moves, let's just say I learned from the best.”
“You know that’s right,” she nodded, stepping over to you and giving you a high five. “Has Steve dropped by yet?”
“No, not yet. Why?”
“Last we heard, when you got here, he tried to leave his room to see you but ended up tearing his stitches not once, but twice. They had to put a security guard by his door, so he’d stay in his room,” Carol added, causing Val to roll her eyes and laugh.
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah, I would say he’s back to his normal self,” Carol smirked, eyeing you.
It wasn’t long after you were flipping through the channels when Clint and Cosmo walked into your room, bringing a smile to your face. “How did you get Cosmo in here? Only service or therapy dogs are usually allowed.”
“Technically, he is for the day.” He turned Cosmo, and he was wearing a service dog harness. “I may have found it in a police cruiser, but we’ll put it back once we are done with it. Isn’t that right, Cos?” Cosmo barked in response.
Cosmo came closer, laying his head on your bed, wagging his tail. “I hope the Bartons are treating you well.” You scratched his head, and he leaned into your touch.
“He’s getting the hero’s treatment. I think the kids are gonna be asking for a dog once he leaves.”
“I bet Laura will love that,” you joked, making Clint let out a breathy laugh.
“Gosh...can you imagine the look on her face if I brought home a dog or a puppy? I see her giving me this piercing glare and at least a month of sleeping on the couch. Sure, the kids would love me, but she’d for sure kill me.” He nodded with a smirk on his lips.
“I wouldn’t put it past her; she’d probably get away with it too.” Clint hummed in agreement, and you glanced back at Cosmo, staring up at you. “Did you get to see your dad today, Cosmo?” He whined, and you were unable to contain the aw smile on your face.
“Steve was the one that told him you were here, so Cos insisted on visiting.”
“Is that right?” You shot Cosmo a lopsided smile, scratching his head, knowing it was all in good fun, but it sent a small flutter to your heart. “How’s he doing?”
“He looks a little rough, but he’s doing good. The last I heard, he was trying to steal a wheelchair, thinking that was a safer option than tearing his stitches again.”
Claire, the nurse Jane mentioned, stopped by, bringing a knee scooter with her. You’ve seen them before, but never had to actually use one. She insisted you take it out for a spin in the hallway to get some exercise and see how you’re feeling once you get moving. It wasn’t a long stroll, but it was nice getting out of the room for a while even if you had to be supervised, although Claire was good company.
You steered the scooter into your room with Claire beside you, spotting Nat and Bucky standing there. Nat rushed over to you, pulling you into a hug, and Bucky nodded a smile your way.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she mumbled into your shoulder.
“Thanks to you.” You squeezed her tight before letting go and holding her at arm's length, noticing a few unshed tears in her eyes.
It was hard to remember what it was like having a true friend after Billy had driven away so many of yours. Many came in and out of your life so fast it was hard to remember their names. After you left him, Nat was one of the first friends you made, and she welcomed you with open arms; she didn’t even hesitate. She’d drag you out of the house and force you to hang out even when you weren’t in the mood. Like your brothers, she had your back, and you owed her so much that a simple thank you would never be enough.
“It comes with the job of being one of my best friends,” she smirked, blinking away the tears. “I got your back.”
Bucky cleared his throat, pointing down at your leg brace, resting on the scooter. “Do I want to know what you did to him to sprain your ankle?”
“Nat taught it to me, so you better be careful,” you winked, making Nat crack a side smile. You steered the scooter back to your bed, glancing over Bucky to see his eyes widen at the floor.
“She’s kidding.” Nat nudged him in the side, and he broke into a smile.
“I knew that,” he nodded, chuckling nervously.
Claire helped you get back into bed, readjusting your leg on the stack of pillows and making sure your IVs were still attached. You leaned back, settling in, while Clarie did a quick assessment of your scrapes and cuts as well as taking another look at your hip.
“Are you in any pain?”
“It’s tolerable. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Well, you let me know the moment it’s uncomfortable,” she added, pulling the blanket back over your hip.
“I will; thanks for the stroll Claire, maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“I would love to,” she winked, leaving the room.
“She seems fun,” Nat commented, crossing her arms.
“Yeah, we talked about getting drinks later when I am up for it. I feel like she might be a good fit for Sam.”
“YN, don’t get his hopes up like that. I mean, he’ll find someone eventually, but that necessary doesn’t have to be now,” Bucky murmured, giving you half-hearted shrug.
“Sorry, got distracted talking to this nurse out there.” Sam walked in, pulling you into a hug. “How you doing, girl?”
“Better,” you stated in his ear. “Was this nurse a winner?”
“Maybe,” he winked, pulling away. “I’m glad you’re doing better, though.” He takes the chair next to your bed, resting his hands together on his stomach. “I need to know, what are the chances your brother will get a date with your doctor? We have a bet going, and I like to know my odds.”
“As long as he’s himself, the odds are good, but if he does his usual moves like he does at the bar, it probably won’t happen. Although, I have never seen him get tongue-tied like he did earlier.”
“He did what now? Smooth, charming, says all the right things Thor, got tongue-tied.” You nodded. “OOOOH--” he slapped his hands, rubbing them together “--I am never gonna let him live this down.”
“How’s Steve doing? Clint told me he was trying to steal a wheelchair.”
“Oh...that punk succeeded,” Bucky declared with a straight face. “It’s hiding in the closet in his room. I don’t know how he managed to do it, but he did it.”
“Did you get it for him?” Nat questioned, narrowing her eyes at him.
“What the hell? This is Steve, being the little punk he’s always been. And why am I the one who is always getting in trouble for ‘helping him,’ when I didn’t even do anything,” he whined, running a hand through his hair.
“Well did you?” Sam questioned, raising a brow.
Bucky licked his lips, looking at everyone around the room. “What was I supposed to say, no? He just wants to see his girl. Sorry, I can't help it if I’m a bit of a romantic.”
“And how does he expect to get up here without being seen?”
“He neglected to fill me in on that part of the plan.”
Nat grinned, wrapping an arm around his waist and patting his chest. “What Bucky is trying to say, YN, is don’t be surprised if Steve wheels himself in here unattended.”
You burst out laughing, which only made everyone else in the room join. It was these moments you cherished, hanging with your friends, talking about nothing in particular, and enjoying each other's company. They welcomed you with open arms and helped you more than they would ever realize.
“Alrighty, Miss Odinson, I am heading out for the night but wanted to drop by and make you sure you don't have any questions for me,” Jane inquired, looking over your chart once more at the end of the bed.
“I think I will be good, thanks.”
“No problem, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask Claire. She’s covering the nurse's station tonight, and in my opinion, she’s one of the best, so you’re in good hands.”
“Perfect, but ah, now that you mention it, I do have a question for you.”
“Shoot.” She crossed her arms, nodding for you to continue.
“That reminds me, has he been back here because I watched him run into a door earlier. It was one of those they were opening it from the other side, and he just--” she clapped her hands together “--and he was on the ground. He insisted he was fine, and I believed him.” She paused, and you opened your mouth about to say something, but she continued. “Then later, he tripped into a laundry cart; I didn’t know it was him until someone helped him out of it, and again, insisted he was fine. And then, he slipped on the wet floor and hit the wall, putting a small divot in the drywall, and again, he said he was fine. Has he been back here at all because I feel like someone needs to look him over.”
You stared at her, trying very hard not to laugh. Your brother was never clumsy, and the fact she was present for each incident only proved your suspension; she distracted him. “Yeah, I haven’t seen…”
“YN, all day I have been embarrassing myself in front of Dr. Jane…” Thor announced, entering your room when his eyes connected with her. “Oh uh, hi… Dr. Jane Foster. How’s...How’s your day?” He smiled, shifting from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing his arms.
“Better than yours has been going, I bet,” She chuckled, eyeing him over. You smirked at her small gesture, but Thor seemed oblivious to it.
“I’d have to agree with that,” he scoffed, settling his hands on his hips.
“Thor, Jane’s shift is ending soon, and Jane, Thor doesn’t have any plans tonight besides annoying me, so why don’t you two go out?”
Thor glared at you with his mouth open, but he was quick to recover. “I am not one to put words in a lady's mouth, but if you're free, there is this small bar on the corner.”
She grinned, nodding her head. “I’d like that, just let me go change, and I’ll meet you by the elevators.”
“I’ll be there,” Thor grinned, watching her walk out.
“Was that so hard to ask her out, brother?”
“What am I going to talk to her about? She’s smart, educated. I don’t even remember the last time I went on a date for an actual date that didn’t end with waking up in bed.” Thor scratched his beard, pacing back and forth.
“Be yourself, not the guy I see at the bars,” you said, trying to get his confidence back up. “She doesn’t know anything about you, and you don’t know anything about her, so talk about anything. When she is talking, please listen to what she’s saying, and don’t get distracted.”
“She told you, didn’t she?”
“Yup,” you teased, popping the p. “I think she found it kind of cute, maybe even kind of funny, but she was more worried that you hurt yourself than anything.”
“Yeah, she kept asking if I was okay,” he smiled at the ground. “I should get going. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and hang out with you?” His eyebrows perked up, waiting for your answer, but his mind was elsewhere.
“No, go. Have a good time, brother.”
“Love you, sis, thanks for being my wing woman,” he smiled, hitting the top of the door as he walked out.
“Love you, too,” you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head.
“You’re a tough person to see,” Steve greeted, wheeling into your hospital room as Nat predicted.
He came closer to your bed, your smile fading upon seeing his face. He had a busted lip, a bruised cheek, a black eye, and there were stitches on his forehead, but your face probably didn’t look much better.
“Are you sure it isn’t because you’re terrible at sneaking out?” You inquired, arching a brow his way.
He chuckled, “you may be onto something.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Trust me, it looks worse than it feels.” He motioned to his face and the side of his head. “My doctors wanted me to rest, which is why I couldn’t get here sooner.”
“Why am I not surprised? Not following doctor's orders, stealing wheelchairs, I would say you’ve had quite the day.” You shook your head, letting out a soft chuckle. “So, do they know where you are now?”
“I don’t think so, but I’ll be okay, I’m in a hospital full of doctors and nurses.” He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder before shooting you his signature smirk. The small smile on your face dwindled down to a thin line, making you fidget with your hospital blanket. “Are you doing okay?”
You shrugged, rubbing your lips together. “I don’t know. I feel relieved, at ease even, but I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, let alone die.” You rubbed your forehead, catching his soft gaze. “I didn’t want Billy to die. At the moment, I did, and given the situation, yes, but he...but he didn’t give me much of a choice. He didn’t want to hear me out, didn’t want to listen to me; all he wanted to do was control me. He couldn’t let me go like I did him.” You sighed, your voice faltering. “I know…I know this was all on Billy, but I’m sorry, Steve. I’m sorry for what happened. I wish I never put you in this position. The whole time I was with Billy, I didn’t want to go there, but I thought...I thought you--” Your voice trembled with tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eyes.
“Hey, hey, I know.” He placed a comforting hand over yours, filling in the blanks himself. You breathed, shutting your eyes for a quick second, allowing a few tears to fall down your cheeks. He reached up, brushing them away with the pad of his thumb. “None of this was your fault; I don’t blame any of this on you. It was Billy’s decision. He didn’t have to do what he did, but he did it.” He clenched his jaw, returning his hand to yours to give it a reassuring squeeze. “I was worried I wasn’t going to get to see you again or that Thor and Nat would find you...” He paused, shaking his head. “But, it’s over now, you’re safe, and well, Billy got what he deserved.”
You nodded, sniffling and giving his hand a comforting squeeze. It was going to take some time, like everything does, to move on from this traumatic experience. A few sleepless nights here, a nightmare there, but this time felt different. You had a support system behind you, consisting of more than just Loki. Overall your life was different for the better, and you were the happiest you’ve been in a long time.
You let go of Steve’s hand, pulling yourself up to sit a little straighter. You winced, trying to get a little comfier, and turned back to Steve. “When I first came to LA, I had this plan. Stay with Thor for a month or so and move on, but he convinced me to stay and start over. He helped me get a job, I made new friends, and I started to find myself again. It was never part of my plan to fall for a guy. It wasn’t even on my radar, but you snuck your way in the night you walked me home from the bar. Ever since that night, I can’t seem to get you out of my head.” You bit your lip, watching his bearded face turn into your ever-favorite smirk.
“Are you sure it wasn’t my amazing pool skills that pulled you in?” He inquired, shooting you a wink.
You scoffed, cracking a playful smile. “Amazing? I wouldn’t call them that, but you do have some potential.”
“Potential, huh?” Steve arched his brow, licking his lips. “I can work with that, but if I remember right--” he slowly stood up out of the wheelchair, holding a tender spot on his torso “--I didn’t lose by much. I’m sure I would’ve won on my next turn.” He sat down on the side of your bed, and you scooted over, giving him some more room.
“Guess we’ll never know because I won.”
“You did,” he nodded, his eyes drifting between your eyes and lips, “but it didn’t help that I was distracted.”
“Oh, is that so? What on earth could’ve distracted you?” You teased, resting your hand on his chest while a knowing smile tugged at your lips.
He caressed your cheek, leaning in closer. “By the woman who popped my dispatcher cherry.”
You sputtered a laugh, blowing a few raspberries, but before you could respond with a quick-witted remark, his lips collided with yours. A welcoming warmth coursed through your body, sending your heart racing. He tentatively placed his hands on your waist, making your smile against his lips, and you grabbed his wrists, placing his hands right above your bruised hip. His lips brought you a sense of safety, making you feel warm and protected in his arms. Your hands traveled to hair, pulling him closer to you. It was a type of longing you always thought you had before, but it was nothing compared to this. You pulled away, resting your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath.
“Are you going to stop if I tell you your stitches tore?” You asked, pulling away slightly, staring at his pink, puffy lips.
He glanced down at his side, seeing a little red peeking through his hospital gown. “Huh...do I have to answer that?”
“Well, if memory serves me right, you still owe me an answer to any question I want to ask?”
He chuckled, bringing his hand up to carcass your face, running his thumb along your lips. “Maybe another time,” he winked, crashing his lips against yours.
AN: Thanks for reading the final chapter! Don't we all just love a happy ending! I thought a little throwback to part 5 when they played the round of twenty questions would be a nice way to end it. And I thought giving all the characters a chance to come back and see her would give it a nice closure and wrap up any plot holes I might have left open! (Hopefully, I got them all! 🤷♀️😂) And I figured seeing Thor's playboy mannerisms go away and helping Sam find a lady would be a nice addition, too! And what did you think of Loki!? It's hard to figure out what makes him tick 😉, but I hope I did him justice! Also, what did you think of Steve's attempts to leave his room and see her!? I thought him being a pain in the ass for everyone would be a fun way to go with it because let's face it, he's a trouble maker! 😂😂 I hope you all enjoyed the twists and turns this series brought, and overall, I hope you all liked it. It was fun to read some of your reactions. Anyways, until I finally write something else, thanks again! Comments always welcome! 😁💛
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