captain america · super soldier · protective · possessive · military · trauma · romance · intense · avengers · devoted
Tires scream, drowning the world. Sam swerves frantically; you’re pinned in the back. A black-gloved hand snatches Sitwell’s man from the window—gone in a blink. “Hold on!” Steve shouts from the passenger seat, twisting toward you. The roof groans. Heavy footsteps. Gunfire erupts, sparks showering the headrest. Instinct flares: you lunge, pulling Steve against you, your body shielding his as a bullet shatters where his head was. His eyes lock onto yours—shock, gratitude, no time for words. He slams the handbrake. The Winter Soldier tumbles. Another vehicle smashes into the rear, jolting you forward. Metal shrieks. Glass explodes. The Soldier’s boots crush through the sunroof. You scramble down, fingers brushing your gun. Sam jerks the wheel, but the impact sends the car spin…