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Darcy's Chronicles

Summary: Being the school's star football player, everyone knew Steve Rogers. He was kind, funny, handsome, and no doubt absolutely jacked. He basically looked like an angel that fell from heaven . . . that also happened to land directly on top of you, the sport medicine major who was just trying to do her job.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

college au | athlete steve

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GAME 1

You stood on the sideline of the noisy football field, foot tapping and fingers drumming against the water bottle carrier you were assigned to hold. The vibrant energy of the stadium was deafening, and the hollers and screams coming from the stands behind you were enough to make you cringe.

Your feet ached underneath you, and you shifted your weight onto the other foot, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a major where you could just sit in a damn seat.

Instead, you were here, standing in the humid night air and handing water bottles to sweaty men wearing shoulder pads. You glanced over longingly behind you at your friends sitting in the bleachers, making a face when Natasha stuck her tongue out at you mockingly.

However, you felt Dr. Cho’s watchful eyes on the back of your head, so you decided to play nice and turn back around towards the game.

Luckily, you had Darcy to keep you company.

“Tell us what you’re thinking, Ms. Future Trainer,” she said as she shoved her microphone into her face. “Are we gonna have any grave injuries to any of our players tonight?”

“Are you suggesting that we’re hoping for grave injuries tonight, Darcy?”

“Stop being a smartass,” Darcy made a face at you. “Just tell us what you think.”

You swatted at the microphone that she was holding way too close to your mouth. “Well, what I think is that Professor Hill sent you to interview the players and the coaches, not me.”

Darcy just waved you off and turned to her cameraman. “She’s just playing hard to get. She loves it when I do this kinda stuff.”

“Love is definitely a stretch, Darcy,” you rolled your eyes. “Now go scram before Dr. Cho catches me slacking off.”

“Calm down, Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, Cho’s not even looking.” Darcy flipped her hair over her shoulder and put on her best announcer voice. “Now tell us: I’m sure, being a sports medicine major and a suck up to Dr. Cho, head of the athletic training department, you’ve been taken along to many practices and games this season-”

“This is literally the season’s first game.”

“Whatever, don’t interrupt me.” She looked at her cameraman with a “Can you believe this chick?” look on her face. “Anyways, so, of course, you probably have spent a lot of time with these smoking hot football boys. So, tell the camera with pride, which one of these men would you make out in the locker room with?”

You shot Darcy a look of disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

She grinned mischievously, undeterred. “Don’t be shy, Doctor. We all know you’ve been eyeing them like a hawk.”

“Eyeing them is literally in my job description,” you shot back.

“Touché,” she replied with a shrug, but leaned in conspiratorially. Of course, the cameraman leaned in with her. “But seriously, who’s your locker room fantasy?”

You stared at her wordlessly.

“Fine, let's make this easier. I’ll give you some options to choose from.” She didn’t seem to mind the exasperated groan that left your mouth. “Option A: Quarterback Bucky Barnes with the bedroom eyes. Option B: Tight end Thor with those huge fucking shoulders. Option C: Linebacker Captain Blondie-”

Then everything happened at the same time.

Darcy stopped talking, which was very much unlike her, as her eyes widened and she backed away. You noticed the crowd got even louder with chaos, and your ears caught the announcers’ voices before you could turn around to face the game.

“Rogers and Davis fightin’ over that ball-”

“Looks like they’re headed straight for the sideline-”

You started to turn, but before you could think, you were flat on your back, completely crushed underneath a brick wall.

Oh wait.

That was a person.

“Holy Mother of- fuck!” You quite literally saw stars as you grimaced in pain. It felt like a semi truck had run over your ribs. You slowly opened your eyes, finding a blurry sight of people standing around you like you were a patient in a hospital bed waking up after a surgery.

However, the most prominent sight was the concerned face of Steve Rogers inches away from yours, whose helmet was thrown off somewhere to the side.

“Am I dead?” You managed to croak out.

He looked a bit amused at your dramatic question- a little too amused for your liking, considering the fact he had just almost killed you. “Uh, no?”

The two of you just stared at each other until you snapped. “Get off of me, you human wrecking ball!”

You heard Darcy cackle somewhere next to you. “Are you getting all of this, Scott? Don’t you dare turn that camera off.”

You unsuccessfully attempted to push him off before he came to his senses and clambered off of you.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He extended his arm out to help you up.

“Am I okay? Really? Buddy, you just pancaked me into a fucking omelette!” You stubbornly ignored his hand, bringing yourself up to a sitting position with a wince.

Steve looked like he was trying not to laugh at the annoyance painted across your face, but you could see genuine guilt in his eyes. “I know, I know, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Darcy, unlike Steve, couldn’t contain her laughter. “Oh, this is gold! Keep it coming, guys!”

“A ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna unflatten me.”

Steve’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement. “How about multiple sorries?” He pulled his hand back to rest on his hips, realizing you weren’t going to take his help any time soon.

“Real funny.” You rolled your eyes.

He flashed you an apologetic grin, re-extending his hand out to help you up. “You gonna sit around on the ground for the rest of the night or something?”

“Or something.” You nodded with a shrug.

“All right then,” he raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to help you off the ground.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to send up a flare,” you deadpanned.

Before he could say anything else, Coach Fury, along with other men in headsets, came up from behind Steve and clapped him on the shoulder, shoving his dropped helmet into his arms. “Enough flirting, Rogers. Get back on that field.”

“We weren’t-” Steve started with a flushed face.

Fury interrupted him as he turned towards you, and you suddenly wished you had taken Steve’s help earlier as Fury eyed you up and down while you sat in the grass, no doubt looking stupid.

“Make sure you're paying attention to the game, Missy. Can’t have Cho’s trainers getting taken out by my boys.”

You nodded quickly in embarrassment, giving Steve the stink eye as soon as Fury stopped eyeing you, though you could still feel Dr. Cho’s amused eyes on you.

The coach shoved him towards the field as Steve looked over his shoulder at you, laughing as you gave him the middle finger with a badly hidden smile.

GAME 2

“Hey.”

You looked up from the medical kit you were checking over, finding Steve Rogers smiling sheepishly at you, fully suited up and ready for the game, cradling his helmet in his arms.

“Oh, hi there. Are you here to pulverize me again?”

“Not quite,” he grinned, and you tried not to notice how gorgeous his smile was. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was looking for you after that game. Couldn’t find you though.”

“Probably because I had to be airlifted to the hospital after that vicious attack.”

Steve held up his hand in a mock oath. “Won’t do it again. Scout’s honor.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

You decided not to mess around with him, sensing the worry in his voice. “Other than a bruised ego? Nah, I’m okay.”

Steve let out a relieved sigh, and you pretended not to notice the melting of your heart. “Good to hear. And, uh, sorry again.”

You waved it off, looking back down at the medical kit you were working with. “Don’t you have other things to be doing? Like warming up or whatever.”

“Yeah, uh, I probably should get to that,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck as he made no attempt to leave.

You looked up and turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow expectantly at his flushed face. “Can I help you, Rogers?”

“Uh, kinda?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson laughing at their friend, throwing Steve some encouraging thumbs ups.

“What’s with the peanut gallery over there?” You nodded towards his teammates out on the field with a smirk.

“Nothing, uh, they’re just being annoying.” Steve glared at Bucky and Sam before turning back to you. “I just wanted to ask you if uh, you-”

“Could fill up your water bottle?” You finished his sentence with a smirk.

“Uh, that would be nice, but not exactly.”

You feigned innocence. “Oh? What else could it be?”

Steve took a breath. “If you wanted to grab some ice cream with me after the game tonight?”

“Wow! It’s happening folks!” Darcy loudly announced to the camera from a couple yards away. “Step aside, gossip column! We’ve got breaking news right here!”

You glared at Darcy before focusing back on Steve.

“Y’know, kinda like a truce?” he shrugged with a teasing smirk. “I nearly broke your ribs the other day with my superman strength, so buying you ice cream is the least I could do.”

“Calm down there, Hercules. You’re one protein shake away from bursting out of that jersey.”

Steve laughed, and your brain basically turned into mush at the sound. “So is that a yes?”

“Find me after the game.” You smiled at him before pushing him towards the field. “Now go stretch unless you feel like spraining something tonight.”

“If that means you’ll patch me up, I think I’m fine with that.” He grinned as he walked backwards, eyes trained on you.

“Not funny, Rogers,” you rolled your eyes. “Now skedaddle before I unleash the wrath of Dr. Cho on you.”

“Wow.” He was still walking backwards towards his team, not wanting to turn away from you. “You are a cruel woman.”

“Dr. Cho! This man is distracting me from-”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” He laughed as he turned around and jogged away, giving you a final glance over his shoulder.

GAME 7

You pressed down on the pump of the cooler, water spraying you in the face as you tried to refill the players’ water bottles.

“Fucking cooler-”

You felt a familiar set of strong arms wrap around your waist, and you smiled at the touch, not bothering to turn around.

“Don’t you have some sorta half-time talk thing to be attending to?”

“The half-time talk thing is over, sweetheart,” Steve mocked, kissing your shoulder. “Besides, I had to come over here and save my girl from this rabid water cooler.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you tried to wipe the water off your face with the back of your hand. “Why thank you, kind sir. What would I ever do without you and your heroic abilities?”

Steve chuckled against your skin. “Just doing my duty, ma’am. Can’t have my favorite trainer getting attacked by rogue appliances, can I?”

“Favorite, huh?” You leaned back into his embrace. “Don’t let Sharon hear that. I think she started a little crush on you while she was taping up your shoulder last week.”

Steve placed a kiss on your cheek, arms tightening around you. “Can’t blame her. Who wouldn’t fall for this charming smile?”

“Fury, for one,” you said as you elbowed him in the ribs. “If you don’t get on that field right now, even your charming smile won’t be able to save you, Rogers.”

Steve laughed, spinning you around by the waist to face him. “Fine. But first I need a kiss for good luck.”

“I’m pretty sure you already got one before the game, Rogers.” You quipped with raised eyebrows.

“Ah, but the luck definitely would’ve worn off,” he said as he pulled you closer.

“Mhm, because that’s exactly how luck works.” You nodded your head sarcastically, a playful glint in your eyes.

He shrugged innocently. “Sorry hun, I don’t make the rules.” With a boyish grin, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, pulling you into a familiar kiss that never failed to make your heart race.

“Can you feel the love tonight, folks?” You heard Darcy announce to her camera somewhere off to the side. “‘Cause I sure can!”

You pulled away from Steve, gently pushing him towards the field. “Alright Romeo, get lost before Fury bans me from the rest of your games. He’s threatened me twice already.”

He saluted with a chuckle and jogged over to the rest of his team, but not before leaning forward for one last kiss, of course.

“See ya later, sweetheart,” he called over his shoulder. “Watch out for those charming linebackers.”

GAME 9

“Rogers catches a clean pass from Barnes-”

“Would you look at that! He’s sprinting downfield with a clear path-”

“Looks like he’s going all the way!”

The announcers’ voices fueled the crowd’s fervor as you and Darcy gripped each other's hands tightly. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as you watched Steve, your heart pounding in rhythm with the game. He was so close. Almost to the end zone-

All of a sudden, Steve was lying on the floor, motionless and unmoving, a stark contrast to the chaos going on around him. The giant defender loomed over him, casting a mocking shadow over Steve.

“Rogers goes down hard! That’s gotta hurt!”

The crowd went silent. Your heart leaped into your throat as the cheers turned into worried murmurs, the crowd realizing that he wasn’t about to stand up and smack his chest with pride like he usually did. Before you could even fully comprehend what had happened, you were running out to the field, your heart pounding along with your footsteps as you weaved your way around players.

You dropped down to your knees next to Steve, carefully removing his helmet, and cupping your hands to his face. Every instinct screamed at you to spring into action, to follow the protocols drilled into you during countless lectures and training sessions.

However, all you could do was trace the familiar lines of his face with desperation. Despite the torment of thoughts that clamored for your attention -check for a concussion, open up the medical kit, clear the field, wait for Dr. Cho- your body could only let you stroke his cheek softly, urging him to open his eyes and tell you he was alright.

“Steve? Honey, can you hear me?” Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper as tears welled up in your eyes, willing him to respond.

The crowd watched with hushed anticipation as Steve’s eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked at you. “Hey.”

As you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you vaguely registered Dr. Cho’s presence as she dropped down next to you, gently removing your hands from his face. He frowned dazedly at the loss of contact, so you settled for gripping his hand instead, while you kept your other hand free to help Dr. Cho.

Her neck snapped up in the direction of Bucky Barnes and the meathead that knocked Steve over, who were now involved in a heated exchange as they shoved and cursed at each other. “Shut up,” she ordered with narrowed eyes. “Both of you.”

Dr. Cho turned her attention back to Steve, who was grinning slightly with amusement. “Damn, you tell ‘em, Doc.”

A faint chuckle, that sounded more like a sob, escaped your lips at Steve’s remark as you rolled your eyes.

Steve flashed you a lopsided grin, squeezing your hand slightly. “Hey, laughter’s the best medicine, right?”

Dr. Cho shook her head with a grin. “Save the jokes for later, Rogers. Let’s get you checked out first.”

While Cho opened up her kit, you squeezed Steve’s hand. “Steve, can you tell me what day it is?”

“It’s an awesome day ‘cause I’m looking at you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his response, despite the worry gnawing at your insides as you resisted the urge to shove his shoulder at the bad joke. “Did hitting your head make you even more annoying?”

Steve’s hazy grin softened into a tender expression. “Nah,” he said gently as he reached up to wipe away a tear that had escaped your eye earlier. “Just needed to see you smile.”

“That’s cute,” Dr. Cho deadpanned as your heart warmed up at his words. “But answer the question.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“And the month?”

“October.”

“Can you tell me-”

“Are you just gonna sit there asking questions, or are you gonna call an ambulance for my player?” Fury barked, making his way to the front of the crowd of athletes and coaches.

“Take a breath, Coach Fury,” Dr. Cho instructed as she flashed a light into Steve’s eyes. “Looks like a moderate concussion to me.”

“Moderate concussion, my ass!” Bucky growled, jabbing his finger into Meathead’s chest. “This numbskull bashed Steve’s head into the fucking ground!”

“Enough,” Dr. Cho commanded with a stern look. “Let’s focus on getting Steve off the field first, then we’ll take him to the hospital if needed.”

“Wait, what about the game?” Steve mumbled.

“Don’t worry about the game. Your health comes first, stupid,” you said as you wiped your damp eyes.

Dr. Cho nodded. “She’s right. Your team can pull through by themselves, Rogers, don’t worry.” She motioned for the rest of the medical team to bring out the stretcher. “Let’s get you off the field and properly assessed.”

GAME 12

You practically jumped into Steve’s awaiting arms as you ran onto the field, squeezing him tight and laughing as he spun you around, despite the crowd of jumping people around you.

“THEY’VE DONE IT, FOLKS!” Darcy screamed maniacally into her microphone from somewhere behind you. “OUR TEAM MANAGED TO SCORE IN THE LAST 3 SECONDS OF THE GAME! WE’RE GOING TO PLAYOFFS BABY!”

He set you down and pulled you in by the waist, planting a searing kiss onto your lips. Amidst the chaos and cheers, time seemed to stand still for just a moment, the world narrowing down to the warmth of his embrace and the sweetness of his kiss. It was just you and him.

Well, it was until Darcy pulled you two apart and shoved her microphone into Steve’s face.

“That catch was abso-fucking-lutely brilliant, Rogers!” She slapped Steve’s shoulder pads roughly. “Tell the camera how you feel after that bad-ass win!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a family-friendly broadcast, Darcy?” Steve quipped with a raised eyebrow.

“No one cares, Goldilocks. I’ll just tell Professor Hill that it showcases the raw emotions of-”

Bucky cut in, stepping in front of Steve and grabbing the mic out of her hands roughly.

“Hey!” She frowned, unsuccessfully attempting to snatch it back. “You’re interrupting my interview, you little-”

“VICTORY TASTES DAMN SWEET!” Bucky hollered into the microphone, putting his face way too close to the camera. Thor joined the party as well, jumping onto Bucky’s back and screaming incoherently into the mic as he shook the camera with his huge hands.

Darcy, somehow managing to pry the microphone out of Bucky’s sweaty hand, adjusted her glasses and plastered a smile on her face.

“You heard it first-hand, folks!” She said through clenched teeth, her voice strained as she swatted Thor’s hands off of the camera and forcibly shoved Bucky out of the frame. “Victory tastes sweet to our football heroes!”

Steve squeezed your waist, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “How ‘bout we get outta here?”

“And leave Darcy alone with these boys?” You raised an eyebrow at Steve with a smirk. “She’ll never forgive me.”

“Ehh, she’ll be alright,” Steve chuckled. “She’s got Scott with her. He can whack them with his camera if they get too rowdy.”

You glanced over at Darcy, who was trying her best to maintain her broadcast composure as she talked to the camera while Scott skillfully maneuvered Bucky and Thor out of the shot.

You leaned into Steve. “Fine, let’s make a break for it.”

Steve grinned, and without another word, the two of you slipped away from the crowd, hand in hand, heart in heart.

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