Potential |MCU one-shots|

Fallen America.

"On your left." Steve makes another lap past me, his shirt soaked with sweat.

"Oh no, you don't." I speed up, easily smoking him. I make three laps by him, watching him move from behind.

"Cap, Star, you're needed at the base. Now." Tony's voice kills the comfortable silence me and Steve have formed.

"Fine." I run up to Steve, holding his hand. I teleport to the base, making it to the tower in mere seconds, immediately running to our room to gear up.

"Hey. It's another alien invasion thing. Use the new gear." Bruce yells after us, not understanding that we're not paying attention.

We change into our uniforms, quickly running to the battlefield.

"Loki..."

-after a battle that is after infinity war-(and Tony's on earth[and loki is alive])

"Everyone ok?" Tony's voice is the first to be heard after the devastating feud.

"Steve..." I sob, my com already on.

I hold him in my arms, clutching his warm body. The blood pours out of his stomach, slowly dripping onto the ground.

"Nicollete, is he ok?" Natasha asks, halfway across the field.

"Steve... Captain... look at me, baby. Please..." I hold his head, his eyes opening.

"I love you." He whispers, barely loud enough. "Whatever you do, don't leave here. Stay. Keep me alive, In memory."

"No, no no no baby. Stay with me. It's gonna be okay. They'll come and fix you up." I frantically brush his hair away from his face. My tears are falling off my face and onto his suit, mixing with the blood I'm trying to stop.

"I-in my pocket." He tried to open it, failing quickly. I open it, pulling a small metal ring out.

"I know this is bad timing, but... but I... I want you to wear this. O-okay? Keep it... with... you." His breathing starts to slow. "Marry me. I don't care if I'm dead."

"No... no... Stevie... baby..." I kiss him, not caring that there's a metallic taste to the kiss. All I care is that he's trying to stay with me.

"I love you." He speaks once I let the kiss go. "Reste fort, ma petite étoile."

"Rodgers, don't you dare pull that French out on me." I let his head rest on a rock, applying pressure to his wound.

"Au Revoir... bébé." His breathing stops.

"No... no... STEVE NO!! HELP SOMEBODY HELP PLEASE HELP!" I yell at the passing medics. None of them stop, giving up hope on America's Hero.

"Steve, Steve sweetie comeback. Please. Don't you want to go home and dance?" I grab his hand, singing our song.

"Haven't felt like this my dear since can't remember when. It's been a long long time."

The team encircles us, solemn expressions cursing their faces.

I hug him, his lifeless body suddenly weighing ten times what it should. I look at the ring on my finger. The platinum with an inset of six diamonds making a star. The words je t'aime jusqu'à la fin gracing the sides.

"I love you until the end." I look at his dulled blue eyes, remembering their joy. I put my forehead to his, closing his eyes.

"Au revoir, mon amour." I whisper in his ear.

"Nicollete, we have to go."

"Non jamais. Je ne le quitterai jamais." I start speaking my home language, French.

"Mademoiselle, nous devons partir. nous l'enterrons tout de suite." Clint speaks to me as if I'm a stranger. Telling me we have to go and we'll bury him soon.

"C'est un mensonge." I accuse him of lies.

Eventually, Thor pries me off of my Love and Clint holds me like a potato sack.

"Laisse-moi partir! Laisse moi aller laisse moi aller laisse moi aller!" I kick and scream, begging to be let down as they take me in the opposite direction of my love. "Laisse moi aller laisse moi aller laisse moi aller! Je veux voir mon amour!"

"Sorry kid. It's the end of the line. He's gone, Nicole." Bucky walks with me, conflicted.

"Bien."

Yeah. Idk why I just did that. Part two for a funeral?