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felicitysmoaksx · 2 years

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Doctor Visit

Relationship: Jay Halstead, Will Halstead and Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, along with Manstead if you squint.

Summary: Set after 7x02 of Chicago Fire, you are taken to Chicago Med after trying to help your father get Ronnie out of the apartment during a massive fire. And see your oldest brother there.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Aftermath of an apartment fire

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Soon you arrive at Med and Sylvie and the other paramedic-Emily, as she had introduced herself- is wheeling you in, calling out your stats, vitals, and why you’re there. Jay trailing after you. You see him wave to someone, but you can’t see who it is. Someone directs the gurney holding you into a treatment room. A female doctor with long brown hair moves into the room. She introduces herself as Dr. Manning. They transfer you to the bed, rolling the backboard out from underneath you.

“Nat, you may want to loop in neurology with this case.” The familiar red hair catches your attention before your eyes settle on Will’s face. You sigh. Your red-headed brother.

“Do you want to take this case, Dr. Halstead?” The woman-Nat asks him and you can even hear the edge in her voice. Your eyes find Jay, who’s standing just beyond Will’s shoulders. Your eyebrows are drawn upward, but your older brother shakes his head. Your oldest brother just shakes his own head and responds in a calm voice, “Love to, but I can’t.”

The doctor scoffs, taking your blood pressure. “And why is that?”

“She’s my baby sister. And you know the hospital’s policy about treating family.” Will explains, walking into the small room. He takes your left hand, uncurling it as Jay had done in the ambulance. Only instead of dropping it as your older brother had done, Will starts to fidget with it. It was something he had done since you were a baby, so your left hand wouldn’t curl up as much. You try to take your hand back with a glare at him, but he isn’t letting you. He continues to play with your hand. The information seems to make Dr. Manning falter in her movements. She glances up from where she’s listening to your heart with her stethoscope.

“Why do I need to loop in neurology?” She asks. At this you pull your oxygen mask down, “I have cerebral palsy. Diagnosed when I was a baby. It’s a neurological condition. But smoke inhalation and a cut on my forehead won’t affect that.”

“You don’t know that,” Jay steps into the treatment room with his arms folded over his chest, “Nat, humor him? Please,”

You roll your eyes, knowing that Jay only stepped in because he thought a fight was brewing between you and Will. “You know, I’m twenty-three years old. I can make my own medical decisions.”

You say this because not many people with cerebral palsy can advocate for themselves. Not because they weren’t capable mentally, but because they couldn’t actually move. A good portion of people with cerebral palsy were confined to a wheelchair and could barely move their mouths.

“Don’t be stubborn. When was the last time you saw your neurologist? If it was recently, then I’ll drop it.” Will tells you and you feel yourself frown at your oldest brother as you say nothing. Not willing to let him win. He stares back, not willing to back down either. Stubbornness is something you had in common with both of your brothers.

You hear Jay sigh loudly. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose when you finally break the staring contest with Will.

“I know you two have your own problems to work through, but can you please try not to kill each other right now?” He asks, trying to stop an already brewing fight.

His question is met with silence and he looks over your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dr. Manning shift uncomfortably. You forgot she was even there. He sighs, “Natalie. I’m sorry to leave you with these two, but I’m going to go check on Dad.”

Then he walks away calling out for a Dr. Choi, who you assume is your father’s doctor. Dr. Manning moves again so now she’s standing in between you and Will. “Can I ask our neurology department for a quick consult?”

Will is already starting to protest, but your doctor holds up a hand. “Both of your older brothers have made their opinion clear. But as you said, you’re twenty-three and coherent and lucid enough to make your own decisions so the decision is ultimately up to you.”

You immediately want to refuse. But then you catch the look in your eldest brother’s eye. You may be mad and hurt by Will. You may even not be talking to him right now. But he is still your brother and right now he is worried about you. You sigh, “You can ask neurology for a consult.”

Then you turn your head, locking eyes with Will. He has your dad’s eyes while you and Jay share your mother’s. You shove a finger against his chest, “But I want it on record that I think it’ll be useless.”

“It’s on record,”

“Great. I’ll page Dr. Abrams. Will, can I speak to you for a second?” Dr. Manning asks and Will nods with a sigh before he squeezes your left foot gently. “I’ll be back, okay?”

And then he follows your doctor out the door.

“So is she the reason you have a specialty in neurology?” Natalie asks as she glances down at her tablet and when they pass the main desk, she picks up a clipboard and hands it to him. “You want to go ahead and get started filling out her information for her? I’m assuming you know most of it.”

“I know there’s no cure. And even if there was, I don’t think she’d even take it. It’s a part of her by now. But I wanted to know. More about it. What I and Jay could do to help improve her life. I actually wrote my dissertation on cerebral palsy.”

“And me not knowing you had a sister when I was your fiance aside, why did it seem like she would rather do anything than talk to you?” Natalie questions him.

Will sighs heavily running a hand through his hair, “Probably because I haven’t been the best big brother since my mom died. Instead of coming home when she passed, I ran and continued running until a few years ago. And even then I still didn't know how to approach her. Or even now.”

“She’s really pretty. She looks like you but with Jay’s eyes.”

“It’s the red hair. She looks like my mom when she was younger-in her wedding photos,” Will tells her, “Whereas Jay and I have one feature from my mother and more features from my father.”

“Look, I would try to talk to her. It’s clear you care a lot about her. Explain that to her and that you didn’t handle your grief in the right way. Have Jay there to help.”

“I’m afraid the silence and distance have already done too much damage.” He sighs. Natalie pats his arm with a sympathetic smile, “If there is too much damage then what is the damage in trying? Now, I have another patient to check on and I’ll page Abrams on the way. Just try, Will.”

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shelby-love · 4 years

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JAY HALSTEAD

NF Quarantine Visits

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: NF stands for necrotising fasciitis; Riley is your partner

"Look we're doing everything we can but there's no strong leads we can use right now." Jay informs Sharon Goodwin of CPD's latest news about the state of emergency the city of Chicago was currently in.

"I have people in quarantine Jay and the press isn't helping us at all." Sharon told him. "This isn't something out of the blue. Someone has to be behind this mess."

"We're doing everything we can but that's all I can give you right now."

"Incoming!" Maggie calls out. She swiftly joins the group. "We can't keep up Sharon."

"Is it NF?"

"Yes it is. Y/N and Riley are bringing them in."

At the mention of his girlfriend Jay's heart sunk. He knew how dangerous your job was on the daily but now he truly understood the pressure you had on your chest.

It only made him work harder in figuring out who is behind this mess.

He saw you a lot but never for long enough. After it was debunked that the virus is spread airborne or through contact, you were able to hug and kiss Jay quickly whenever the two of you saw each other at Med. But nothing more than that.

Jay worked late at the District and your 24-hour shifts were long and hard as they were. Adding the outbreak heavied on the both of you.

The sound of heavy footsteps coming from the entrance alerted everyone and soon people stepped aside to let you and Riley through.

"Jasmine Black. 23 years old with necrotising fasciitis. I think we'll need to amputate her leg. It's... Gone." You informed the nurses. They did their job with you and called Crockett Marcel, hoping that he will be able to save her.

Your worried eyes spot Jay and the only thing you can do is nod sadly. You've been exposing yourself to the bacteria continuously, and each time you risked your life for someone else's it never ended well. So far, you didn't bring anyone who came out of the OR alive.

And that broke you.

"Do you think she'll make it?" Sharon asked Riley and you when you joined their little circle.

"No we don't think she will," Riley started to explain. Jay wrapped his arm around your shoulder and supported you for as long as possible. Soon, you and Riley will be back in the outside world in the heart of the outbreak. "The bacteria spread out in her leg, it's impossible to try to save her without amputation. And even with that we can only hope that she survives."

"Oh God. How are you girls feeling?" Goodwin placed her hand on your forearms in a soothing matter.

"We're tired but okay." You told her.

"I should probably get back to the District. If you find anything that can help us call me." He squeezed your shoulder and removed his arm before you could even stop him.

On que, your radio informed you of your new victim. "That's our que."

***

"Sir you need to lie down!" You command the man you're currently bringing into the ED. His arm is infected but he doesn't waste a beat when trying to get off the gurney.

"N-No!" He screams. Like a fish, the man flops off the gurney and tries to get away in a wonky run chase.

"For God's sake!" Riley exclaims. "Sir you are stuffed with anesthetics! You can't get away from us!"

You shoot her a look of pure invitation to help and she joins you in the chase. Using your running skills you accomplished by taking daily morning runs with your boyfriend, you appear in front of the drowsy man and once again command him to stop.

He does not in fact listen to your sane reasoning and throws his weak body onto yours. That wouldn't be a problem had he not collapsed unconscious on your unprotected body.

***

"Seriously Nat I'm fine." After the intense chase with an angered-drowsy-on-anesthetics patient you're stationed in one of the trauma rooms with Natalie Manning.

While Nat keeps checking you for any cuts or scratches you stay still and think about what happens next. "Will you put me in quarantine?"

"Only if you have any cuts that can catch the bacteria." In that moment her eyes land on your palm. There's a small scratch and blood over the wound.

"I-I always wear gloves." You try to reason with her. You can't be stuck in quarantine. Not now. Not when they need you.

The look on Natalie's face is enough to tell you otherwise. "I'm sorry Y/N."

***

"Welcome Y/N. Trust me, it's cosier than it looks." You join Hailey in your separate four walled vertical rectangle box. Supposedly, this will keep you from spreading the bacteria if you have it. You won't know that until you get your cultures back. "So. What brings you here?"

You laugh lightly, suddenly realising how poor your luck is. "A dude with anger issues that was high on anesthetics with an arm eaten away by the bacteria threw himself on me during one of his many aggressive episodes, and collapsed unconscious. Leaving me and my scratched bloody palm alone in quarantine."

"Correction. You're not alone." She says laughing. "I take it Riley got away."

"She had her protective gear on. And since we're low on paramedics that go on these runs, they let her go." You bring your palm in the air and wave it around. "My palm and I are stuck in here until the cultures come back."

And that's how you spent countless of hours in deep discussion with your boyfriend's partner in crime. While Hailey wanted to join Jay in finding out who did this, you wanted to get back into your ambulance and help save lives.

Neither of you could do what you wanted so you took that time and started to get to know each other. You already have three girlfriend dates scheduled and a whole birthday party for Riley and Jay planned out in bits.

After your conversation faded into comfortable silence the two of you were lost in your own thoughts. You let yourself think about how Jay will react once he finds out. A part of you wants him to visit you as much as it wants him to stay away from you and stay safe.

You're halfway on the road to dreamland when you hear his voice. "Y/N?"

You watch him make his way towards you with only one eye opened. Opening both of them would mean taking 100 steps back from dreamland and that's the last thing you wanted to do at the moment.

But seeing him stand in front of you, separated by only a thin clear foil looking curtain, killed your wish for sleep making you stand up and almost sprint towards him.

"Are you okay? How did this happen?" He asked you, worry dripping from his voice.

"I'm fine and it's a long story."

"I have time."

"Baby no you don't." You tell him sternly. When the two of you enter a silent battle of eye emotions, he comes out of it as the winner. Sighing in defeat you start to explain what happened to you.

"We already went through a breakout attempt since certain people act like they're prisoners." You throw a nasty look toward Sharlene, the crazy lady who started a revolution within her rectangular box of protection. "Jay I'm fine! I'll stay here and take a few naps and be out before you know it."

Both of you lean against the colorless foil of protection until your foreheads meet. A part of you wants to escape your cloud of safety just so you can press your lips against his but you know better than to do that. Both you do.

"Call me when you get out?"

"Geez you make it sound like I'm in jail." Your attempt at being subtly funny an lightening up the mood falls in the water when you notice his stare. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll call you don't worry."

"Good." Jay gives you a smile he reserves only for you. "I'll keep you posted."

"You better!!!" You exclaim. Your boyfriend is your only connection to the outside world.

"And I'll try to sneak in some food for you."

You almost shed a dramatic tear at his words. "Oh, Jay you're..."

"The best boyfriend ever?"

"The best boyfriend ever ever ever everrr!"

You spend a few more minutes with your boyfriend discussing the current situation before he talks to Hailey and eventually leaves.

Still dazed from love, worry and excitement, you return back to your sleeping position and walk back towards the road that's sure to bring you to dreamland.

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5-seconds-of-bucky · 4 years

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My Everything

A/N: So my last fic did pretty good and now I’m writing another one because I was looking through prompts so Merry Christmas. This is quite possibly the longest fic I’ve ever written, which is kinda sad but not really.

Summery: When what was supposed to be an easy mission goes horribly wrong

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word count: 2.6k+

Warnings: Violence, mentions of injury/blood, swearing, some angst but only a little

The mission wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was simple. Come in, take down the guards, download some information, and get out. It was so easy, in fact, that Tony let you and Peter go alone, and he wasn’t exactly a fan of letting his youngest Avengers go anywhere alone.

You two were great partners but you were still teenagers. Even if you were 17, Spiderman was pretty famous and the great teen assassin Y/N was a well known name.

You remember the first time you went on a mission together. You had both been Avengers for a while but you hadn’t gone on a mission together. He tried to stick close to your side the entire time but you were not having it.

“What the hell are you doing!?” you asked when he ran up to you in the crowd of people. “You can’t be seen with me! Do you have any idea how much of a target that’s going to paint on your head?!”

“I already have a target painted on my head, I’m Spiderman,” he replied with annoyance. “You honestly think you’re the only one that people want dead!? We have a better chance at doing this whilst we’re together and you know it.”

“You’re only a target when you have the suit on, Peter. Either put it on or scram. I can’t risk you being in danger without the suit while we’re out here.”

You were very protective over each other. It took a while for both parties to realize that maybe it was more than just being protective because you were friends. Maybe it was because you were in love. You were too scared of losing each other completely. It didn’t take too long after that for you to make a move on him, eventually leading to the beginning of your relationship.

That was also part of the reason that Tony was reluctant to let you go on missions alone. You were good kids and he knew you were responsible enough to make sure you didn’t get distracted by each other in the wrong way, but there was always a chance of it jeopardizing the mission. If one got hurt, the other might be more concerned with the wellbeing of their partner than completing the mission.

That told you how easy it had to be. There was no way someone could get that hurt.

“Okay, I’m gonna swing in and start taking out everyone that comes at me. You run through, go into the main room, and get the stuff on the hard drive. I’ll stay in front of the door so no one can get in. Once you’re done, signal me and we’ll run back to the jet. Got it?” Peter said as you squatted on the roof of a building across from the information center.

“Got it,” you replied. “Everyone good on the coms?” You got the confirmation and stood up.

“We got this, babe,” Peter said as he stood up, kissing you on the cheek before pulling his mask on. He pulled you into his side and shot a web over to the other building, placing you lightly on the ground next to the door when you landed. You pulled out your gun as he tested the doorknob. The door opened slightly and you both frowned. That was unexpected. He held a hand up, signaling you to stay still while he scanned the room.

“I’m not sensing anyone in there,” he said in a confused tone. “Let me make sure though.” He creeped inside and you stayed by the door. Nothing but complete silence. He signaled you to come in behind him and you held up your gun, ready to take on any attacker that came your way.

You made it halfway across the room by the time people started pouring out of a door near the back of the room and attacking you.

“Go!” Peter said as he punched a guy in the gut. “I can hold ‘em off.”

You raced off without a second thought, managing to make it across the room without being attacked. Something felt off about the room the second you stepped in it but you ignored it, pushing it off as nerves. You quickly hacked into a computer, stuck the USB stick into it, and started downloading information.

You were too busy fulfilling the task that you didn’t catch the man pointing a gun at the back of your head; the noise from outside masking any sound coming from the room you were in. It was so loud out there that you barely heard the gunshot before you felt the bullet in your back. You collapsed in pain, now noticing the man with the gun.

You struggled to get up, trying to remember what Nat had told you before the mission. Something about having enough strength to fight ‘em off if you strike in the weak spots.

You stumbled as you stood up, noticing how the man was struggling with his somehow jammed gun. You lunged forward and grabbed his arm, using all you had left in you to throw him to the side. He managed to unjam the gun and shot you again; this time in the side.

“Almost done in there?” Peter asked though the com. You could hear the grunts of the men he was fighting off through it. He didn’t have time to deal with you.

“Few more minutes,” you said through gritted teeth as you kicked your attacker in the stomach. You tried to grab the gun out of his hands as he flew back but missed. He swung at you, hitting you in the jaw and making you stumble back. You caught a glance at the computer. Two minutes left to download.

You lunged forward again, grabbing a hold of the gun and kicking the guy again and again until he fell to the ground. You slammed his head to the ground and knocked him unconscious.

“Y/N, these guys keep coming. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep them off.”

“I need thirty seconds.” The file finally finished downloading and you pulled the USB out. “Let’s get out of here.” You sprinted towards the door as fast as you could, eyes widening when you saw how many guards there were. Peter caught sight of you and broke free of the guards, catching up to you.

The shots were raining on you. Peter’s suit was bulletproof for long enough for the two of you to get out, but your jacket and padding beneath did little to stop the bullets from hitting you. You started to feel a little faint and slowed down, causing Peter to look over with worry. He picked you up without a word and carried you out the meeting spot. He had no idea what was wrong.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked softly as he placed you on the ground and squatted next to you. “Did you get hurt?” The grimace on your face was enough to send him into protective overdrive.

“I got shot.”

“Y/N, oh my gosh. Where? Why didn’t you tell me?” He unzipped your jacket and lifted your shirt to reveal the bloody mess of your upper body.

“Holy shit, there is so much blood,” he breathed.

“Please, I sneezed on my period and there was more blood than this.” He could hear you fading.

“Nat, how far away are you?” Peter asked into the com, feeling more anxious than ever before.

“About ten minutes. Why? Is something wrong?”

“Y/N got shot.”

“How bad?”

“It’s really bad. We need help bad.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Are you guys still in danger?”

“No.”

“Tell her to hold on. I’ll be there soon.”

“Nat, seriously. I don’t know how long she can hold on.”

“Do your best Pete. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

His concern was replaced with anger for a moment. Anger at Nat for not already having to jet there. Angry that you jeopardized your life for that stupid hard drive.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why would you hide an injury as bad as this!?” he seethed.

“It would have just slowed us down, I couldn’t risk your life like that!” You tried to sit up but Peter pushed you back down.

“We could have found another way! You could’ve died. Hell, you could still die!”

“There was no other way, Peter.”

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” His demeanor softened again as he saw you fading. “Seriously, babe. I can’t deal with something happening to you.” He pulled your head into his lap, trying not to put you in more pain. He lifted a hand to brush your hair back and noticed the blood that came off onto his hand. So much blood. “You just gotta hold on.”

“Pete, I don’t know how long I can.” Your eyes were fluttering and Peter could feel his heart rate rising by the second.

“No, no, no. Karen, run a diagnostic.”

“She’ll bleed out if you don’t stop it soon. Should I call an ambulance?” Karen said as the jet landed.

“No, the jet’s here. Thank’s Karen.” Peter picked you up and started running towards the jet. Somewhere in that time, you passed out.

“There is an incoming call from Mr. Stark. Do you want to answer it?” His suit asked as he stepped inside the jet.

“Sure.” He laid you down and let Bruce take over. “I thought it was just Nat.”

“Thought I’d tag along,” Bruce muttered as he started running tests on you. “We need to get her back fast Nat. I don’t know how long we have.”

Natasha just nodded as she got ready for take off. Peter sat down, head in his hands as he waited for the call to connect. He wanted to cry but he needed to be strong.

“Hey, kiddo. Your heart rate’s up. You guys okay?” Tony asked.

“No,” was all Peter could choke out.

“What happened?”

“We got the stuff but Y/N got shot and . . . and we don’t know if . . . if . . .” He couldn’t finish. The thought of losing you was unbearable.

“Y/N’s going to be fine, okay? We’re not gonna lose her. Hang in there, Pete.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.” The call ended and Peter threw his mask to the side. If he couldn’t protect you on a simple mission, how could he protect you when it got worse?

The ride back to the compound felt like forever. He tried to block everything out but he couldn’t block out Bruce’s mumbled worries and your moans of pain when you woke up. He tried to go after you when they got to the compound but Nat held him back.

“You need to get cleaned up. Give yourself some time away and think about something else. She’s going to be okay. Don’t dwell on it.”

He tried. He tried so hard but he couldn’t think about anything else. He should’ve been able to feel that something was wrong when you got shot. He should’ve told you to get out. That your life was more important than that stupid information. He really could have lost you.

He wallowed in his room for a while. People tried to come in to talk to him but he refused, ignoring their pleads to let them in. He even ignored the call from May. He didn’t respond to anyone until Bruce came to tell him that he could see you.

“It was a close call,” Bruce said as they got close to your room. “I don’t know how long she’ll be out but it’ll be a while.”

“Thanks.” Peter’s voice was soft as he opened the door.

“Oh, and I think Tony wants to talk to you guys so he might be coming down here in a bit.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Bruce walked away and Peter entered the room. You were on your phone and he breathed a sigh of relief. You were actually okay.

“Sup, bro?” You asked with a grin when you saw him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I could take down the entirety of Hydra by myself. How ‘bout you?”

“Like I almost lost my girlfriend.” That comment wiped the stupid grin off your face. Humor was your way of coping with pain but seeing Peter like that made you realize that it might not be the best way to handle the situation.”You scared me so bad, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Pete. I didn’t want to let Mr. Stark down and I figured I could fight through it. He’s always been apprehensive about sending us out together since we’re a thing. I wanted to prove that wrong. It was just two shots before we ran out. I’m fine now.”

“I feel the same way but your life is so much more important than any mission. Please, promise me you’ll tell me the next time you get hurt. I can’t go through that again.”

“I promise.”

Peter took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it before scooting closer to your bed.

“As stupid as you can be sometimes, I love you.”

“Love you too, Spidey Boy.”

Peter brushed a strand of hair that had fallen on your face and leaned down to kiss you. It was slow and passionate and everything you needed.

You talked for a few more minutes before Tony came in.

“Alright, you two. Tell me what happened.”

So you explained the whole mission to him. Everything from the guy who shot you to all the guys Peter fought off.

“It wasn’t your fault, but I’m going to work on making your gear more bulletproof for next time. One of those bullets got a little too close to your heart. You got lucky, Kid.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Alright, don’t do anything too crazy,” he said as he stood up. “I believe you’ve been put on bed rest for the next week at least.” Your huff of annoyance was not missed but it was ignored. “I’m giving you both a break for a bit. No more missions alone. At least, not for a while. We can’t afford to lose either of you.” With that, he left the room.

“At least you don’t have to worry about training for the next week,” Peter commented. They had been pretty brutal lately.

“It’s gonna be worse when I get back though.”

“Yeah but you have a week to prepare yourself. Probably longer.”

“If I pretend to be in pain long enough, they might give me more time.” You both laughed at that.

It was two weeks before you got back to training. The second you were released from the medical wing, Peter was all over you. He constantly checked up on you and barely let you do anything yourself. He took every chance he got to cuddle you and tell you how much he loved you. Laying in bed together at night was his favorite time to talk with you.

“I have the best and most badass girlfriend in the world,” he said, his arms wrapped around you, your head on his chest.

“I am pretty badass,” you agreed.

“You’re my everything.”

You didn’t respond, almost asleep in the comfort of his arms. Peter couldn’t help but smile. He could admire your beauty for years and never get tired of it.

“You will always be my everything.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let sleep take over him, knowing that you were safe in his arms.

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simsadventures · 5 years

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Better Like This: Chapter 11: What Goes Around

Summary: The team arrives to the workshop. Time is of essence, and they all know it. Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, attempted murder, CPR, mentions of surgery

Word Count: 2670 A/N: What did you guys think? Let me know :) Love you and thank you for still reading this :) xx

P.S.: I tried to do a real description of CPR, not that anyone would remember it after reading, but if only bits and pieces would stuck with you, you could really help someone one day. Stay safe my friends :) here is a link to give a proper CPR

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The drive to the workshop was the longest thing Bucky ever experienced. He felt as if the usually 20-minute ride was suddenly taking hours. He was trying to rush Sam, who was driving, to just drive fucking faster, but Sam wouldn’t budge.

“Man, what do you want me to do? Go over pedestrians or what? We’ll be there soon, just try and breathe, dude.”

Bucky was clenching his fists and tried to concentrate on the feeling of your bond. It was still strong, which could only mean you were still alive. It was this knowledge that was keeping him sane. The second he’d feel the bond falter, he’d probably jump out of the car, and ran to kill that bitch and then himself. He knew that such thoughts weren’t doing any good to you nor to him, but he just couldn’t help himself.

He didn’t want to be in a world where you weren’t, even though he was pretty sure you would never want him to do this to himself, were something to happen to you. But the strength of the bond worked miraculously because he still had the will to live and fight.

They were nearing the scene, and he could hear Steve in his ear. “Alright, everyone knows what they’re supposed to do?”

An affirmation came from the whole team, and silence followed. Everyone was nervous. Not only were they on their way to possibly catch the Strangler, the serial killer scaring New York for months now, but also a life of one of their own was on the line. They knew Bucky would feel if you stopped breathing, but still, they couldn’t shake this weird feeling enveloping each and every one of them.

They parked their cars a street down the workshop, so they potentially wouldn’t scare Amber off, if she really were the abductor. Just as they planned, Natasha went first, trying to look as confused as she could, while hiding her own nervousness. She had her earpiece on, so she could communicate with the team, and hear everything that was happening somewhere behind her. She tried to map the surroundings, to see if there were any civilians around, but except two guys vomiting next to one of the bins, nobody was out.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team took another route, trying to get to the workshop from the back. They tried not to raise too much attention so that no passer-by would be hurt if it came to some kind of shoot-out. Nevertheless, they moved swiftly, their guns still in their holsters. They were all wearing bulletproof vests, just to be sure.

When the workshop appeared in front of them, they all crouched. Steve mumbled orders: him, Clint and Tony would take the right side, Bucky, Sam, and Scott had to cover the left side. The rest of the tac team were to cover the very back of the building and wait for further orders. The worship wasn’t big enough to take 15 people at once, and they hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.

Nat gave them a signal and went towards the door. She tried to look through one of the windows, to try and see if you were somewhere there. What she saw made her blood run cold.

“Change of plans. Y/N’s there, and that bitch is doing something to her, guys. We need to act NOW!”

Nobody needed to be told twice, they all ran towards the door, which Nat already kicked in, to try and get to you. Amber abruptly looked around and saw Nat running towards her. She didn’t expect this. She really thought she hid all her traces, but it didn’t matter at that moment. She still needed to kill you, with or without cops in the room.

Bucky was the quickest of the rest of the team to get to the room, and he let out a vicious growl. He could see you, tied to a chair, all bloody and bruised, with a golden arm around your throat. The only thing on his mind was not the freeze and get to you as soon as possible. Someone would take care of Amber, the whole team was there, and it was just her. His only worry was you and your well-being.

Bucky thought you noticed him because your lips curled upwards a little when he marched towards you. Amber was still holding onto, but not for long. Nat jumped on her shoulders and used her elbows as leverage to hit Amber to her neck and head. It seemed to work because, after the second blow, she let your neck go, and tried to get rid of Natasha. The second her grip loosened around you, your head fell backwards.

The rest of the team was now in the workshop, too, and they tried to work as efficiently as they could. Bucky could hear a lot of yelling behind him, but he couldn’t be less bothered by it. He was getting your wrists from the ropes so that he could lay you down and check on you. All the time, he was trying to get you to wake up, but without success.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It would’ve sent him tumbling backwards if his mind wasn’t so set on rescuing you. He knew what it meant, but wasn’t willing to give up.

“Y/N! Baby, don’t you die on me. I need you, c’mon!” He was screaming now and didn’t realise that the rest of the room was utterly silent.

It was no work at all for them to handcuff Amber, and Clint and Nat were already going towards the TAC team, so they could get her to the station for questioning.

When Bucky finally managed to lay you down, he tried to find a heartbeat, or try to catch a breath or anything that would prove to him that you were still there with him, but he couldn’t find anything. He could distantly hear someone calling 911, and yelling back that the ambulance will be there in a few minutes. In a few minutes, you’d be dead for sure. He needed to save you.

He pushed your neck a little back so that he could clear your airways. Next, he ripped your shirt, so that he could see where your sternum was and to do the CPR properly. He was sure he’d crack a few ribs, but better few broken ribs than no you at all.

He placed the heal of his right hand at the centre of your chest and interlocked his fingers with his other hand, and could see Steve moving towards your head, to help Bucky with the whole process. They both knew it was better if two people did this.

He started pressing your chest, and he tried to do it as hard and fast as possible, he knew he needed your heart to get the shock, fight, and work on its own. When he was on his 30th compression, Steve took over, lifted your chin, held your nose and gave you two breaths, after which Bucky continued to provide you with the heart massage. They didn’t know how long it took for the ambulance to come, but when they did, they resumed Bucky’s and Steve’s action.

They quickly put your into the ambulance and asked if your Alpha was there, seeing the mark on your neck. Bucky nodded and swiftly jumped to the ambulance to be close to you. It was general knowledge, that if one mate got hurt, the other should be as close as possible, their bodies reacting positively on each other. It would basically mean that having Bucky around would cure you faster. At least they all hope it would.

They got your heart beating on its own in the hospital but had to intubate you and breathe with you because your throat was severely damaged. They were scared about your brain function too. They wanted to make sure no serious damage was done, but what they saw on the MRI, didn’t make the doctors happy.

“There’s slight bleeding in her brain. We will have to go in, and stop it so that no further damage is done. Are you ok with that, sir?” one of the doctors asked Bucky.

“Why are you asking me? Of course, do everything you can, just fucking save her.” The doctor just nodded and rushed off. In a minute, Bucky could see your hospital bed with your unconscious body being transferred towards the OR.

Steve and Sam came running towards Bucky. “How’s it looking, man? Will she be alright?”

Bucky couldn’t look up. He couldn’t face his best friends, so he just mumbled “she’s bleeding in her brain, they are trying to stop it now,” and was quiet again.

Steve and Sam exchanged a look, took Bucky, each by one elbow, and led him towards the waiting room so that they could all sit and wait for some update. It a while, everyone was there, the whole team, Bruce too, of course, and your friends, Hope, Wanda and Vis, anxiously waiting to learn what was happening.

In about four hours, a doctor came in. “Anyone here for Y/N Y/L/N?” He got a little confused when all 11 people stood up and marched towards him, with scared expressions. “Oh, ok, we were able to stop the bleeding, but we won’t know about the extent of the damages until she wakes up. She still has to have help to breathe. Her trachea is fortunately not shattered, but it was such a shock for her organism, that it will need some time to heal. Next 24 hours will be critical, if her body can take that, then I’m pretty sure positive results will come.”

Sighs of some relief could be heard from several people, but not from Bucky. “When can I see her?” Was his only question, his posture still as frigid as when he came to the hospital more than 4 hours ago.

“Well, through a looking glass-“

“I don’t want to see my mate through a fucking looking glass. When. Can. I. see. her!” Bucky growled the last part, and despite the doctor being a Beta, he lowered his head submissively. “Right now, sir. But only you, I’m afraid. This amount of people wouldn’t be good for the patient.”

He looked up, half expecting other growls from the mostly Alpha circle around him, but they all nodded in understanding, and let Bucky follow the doctor towards where you were laying.

When he was let to your room, his breath hitched in his throat, and the tears, that were threatening to fall the whole time he was waiting for some update, finally dropped. The doctor mumbled something about leaving the two of you alone, but Bucky didn’t really hear him.

All he could see was his beautiful mate, hooked up to so many machines and tubes, he almost couldn’t see you. There was a tube helping you breathe, just like the doctor said, bandages all over your face, which was now even more purple than when he left you to their care.

He wanted to hug you, be as close to you as possible, but he knew he couldn’t. All of those machines, which he hated and loved at the same time, were keeping you alive, or at least keeping the possibility of you coming back to him sooner.

He grabbed one of the chairs standing in the corner and put it right next to your bed, he could at least hold your hand. He watched you, and couldn’t help but hate himself even more. This was all his fault. Not only did he leave you in his apartment, without any protection, but it was his fucking ex who attacked you and almost took you away from him. His mind was spiralling with all the what-if scenarios. He slowly lowered his head so that it was resting on your hand and started sobbing silently.

The pain in his chest was almost gone, but his insides still burnt from the stress of almost losing you.

“I’m so sorry, doll. I love you so fucking much and I just.. Can’t, I just can’t do this without you, Y/N, so please, please come back to me. I swear I’ll do a better job at protecting you this time, I’ll be the best Alpha. You deserve all the best in the world, and I’ll die trying to give you the world. Just come back to me.”

The team couldn’t hear what he was saying, but they could imagine it all very well. The sight was heartbreaking. They all knew Bucky as this strong, whatever type of guy, who never really showed his emotions. So seeing him so broken down these past few hours was almost unbearable for them. They wanted to help him somehow, but they all knew that the only help he could get was if you woke up.

At the same time, they all felt that this was a very intimate moment for Bucky, so they all silently left, Sam only to the waiting room, if Bucky needed him. He sent the rest of the team home or to the station, to fry that bitch waiting there for them. Nat had a furious look on her face, and Sam knew that Amber was in some really deep shit. Nat was rarely pissed, and when she was, it was as if the hell opened its gates. Same wished he could see what Nat would do to Amber, but knew that Bucky needed someone there, and was willing to skip the fun part to stay with his buddy.

—-

3 days went by, and although they were able to retract the tube from your throat, and your body seemed to be healing nicely, but there were still no signs of you waking up.

Bucky didn’t want to leave your side, and it was only after Sam’s threatening that he got to his apartment, had a quick shower and an energy drink and went back to you. Meanwhile, Sam had to promise he’d stay by your side until Bucky came back. Bucky was very much keen on never leaving you alone again, and if he couldn’t be there for a second, he would make sure you still had your protection.

He thanked Sam when he came back, and Sam knew that it was not only for sitting there with you, which was an obvious thing for Sam to do (you were his friend too), but it felt like a bigger thank you. Sam just nodded and let Bucky sit back to you.

They were chatting silently, when suddenly, Bucky could feel the muscles in your hand moving. He jumped from the chair. “Baby? Doll? Are you awake?”

You didn’t reply, but he could see you blinking behind the closed eyes. It made his heart jump in excitement. He was glad you were there, on the hospital bed, and not somewhere dead, but at the same time, he missed your eyes, which seemed to pierce his soul and look right into him. He missed your smile, which warmed the room immediately. So to be finally able to see all that gave him a whole lot of hope.

He could see your eyes blinking more furiously, and he squeezed your hand, a smile spreading across his face. He saw that the harsh light of the hospital made you squint your eyes when you tried to look around. The first thing you looked at was him, and you squinted harder. You then looked at your interlocked hands and flinched slightly.

When you looked back at him, confusion was written all over your face. What you said next sent Bucky almost to the ground. He really thought the two of you were out of the woods. But, boy, was he wrong.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but to him, it was as if you were yelling at him.

“Who are you?”

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dirtydobrik · 5 years

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stitches - d.d.

requested: yes! David is doing a bit for his vlog and ends up getting seriously hurt and it brought to the er. you are really annoyed at him but u will do anything to make him feel better. ps love your writing!! make this super cute and fluff

word count: 1150

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“Want to help me film something, babe?” David asked, leaning over the back of the couch and draping his arms around you. He was recording another science experiment for his vlog. You shook your head. You had a lot of work to get done today and having everyone at the park down the street would give you a little bit of peace and quiet. You tilted your head back and he kissed your forehead.

“Have fun. Be safe,” you murmured.

“I’m always safe,” he insisted, and you rolled your eyes. David did the bare minimum regarding safety and everyone knew it.

The group headed out, saying brief goodbyes before leaving you alone to get work done. You put your phone on silence, so you didn’t get distracted by the constant texts from your friends in the numerous group chats.

You were writing an email when you got an incoming facetime call from Natalie to your laptop. You almost didn’t answer, but you had a gut feeling it was urgent, so you did.

People were yelling and shouting, and you could barely hear anything Natalie was saying.

“David’s unconscious. We’re going to the ER,” Natalie shouted into her phone, and your heart stopped.

“Which hospital?” you asked, trying to stay calm. Natalie said she didn’t know yet, but that she would text you the location when they got there.

Twenty minutes later, you were pacing back and forth in David’s kitchen. You called your mom in tears because you were worried about David, and she helped you calm down. Now, you were anxiously awaiting a text from Natalie with the address and if you didn’t get it in the next five minutes, you’d call her again.

Natalie called you, telling you that the ambulance had just dropped her and David off at the emergency room. She sent a mass text to the group chat with the location, since everyone else had stayed at the park because they didn’t know where they were going.

You sprinted out to your car and sped to the hospital. You ran inside, panicking as you tried to find your friends and David. A nurse came up to you to help calm you down before bringing you to the check-in desk to see where David was.

Natalie was sitting by his side and he was still unconscious. A doctor was running a couple of tests and you overheard him ask someone to page neuro. Natalie held her arms out and you collapsed into them, sobbing at the sight of your boyfriend laying lifeless in a hospital bed.

You couldn’t process what was happening. Doctors and nurses cycled through to check in on him, telling you that he didn’t have any serious brain injuries and that he should be awake soon. They pushed his hair back to check out the cut and told you that he’ll need stitches, but that those could be do while he was unconscious. The nurse brought a suture kit over to the bed and cleaned the cut out before stitching it up. The doctor then brought David up to a normal hospital room to keep him overnight, just to make sure he was fine when he woke up.

The rest of your friends took turns coming in to see him, wanting to give you to space but also curious about how David was doing. After a couple hours, David opened his eyes. You were the only one in the room when it happened.

“Hi, baby,” he smiled, looking over at you. A few moments later and after a brief look at his surroundings, a puzzled look crossed his face. “Where are we? And why does my head hurt?”

“We are at the hospital. You needed to get stitches,” you said, watching David’s eyes widen. “The science experiment you did earlier knocked you unconscious. Nat said you fell off a ladder after the explosion,” you explained.

“Holy shit,” David muttered, squeezing your hand tightly.

“You’re so fucking lucky to be alive right now,” you whispered harshly. “How could you be so fucking stupid?”

“I could’ve died. I don’t need one of your lectures right now,” David groaned. You could feel the anger building inside even though you knew now wasn’t the right to get mad at him.

“That’s the fucking point, David. You could’ve died. You do reckless shit all the time without caring about being safe. It’s like you don’t care if something bad happens to you. And if you keep it up, one of these days, something bad will happen.”

“Babe, I’m sorry,” David whispered. “But people expect to see my friends and I doing reckless shit in my videos and I don’t want to let them down.”

“David, your life and being alive is much more important than your vlogs.”

“I know it is, but I’m still alive so that’s all that matters,” David insisted. You sighed, and leaned down, pressing your head to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you whispered. “I’m here if you need anything. Just, please be more careful in the future.”

That night, you didn’t leave David’s side. Your friends came to check in on him throughout the night, but eventually left the two of you alone so David could get some rest.

“Babe, my head fucking hurts,” David mumbled, rolling over in the hospital bed to face you. “I need pain pills.”

You ruffled his hair with your fingers. “The doctor said you can’t take anymore tonight.”

“But my head hurts,” he whined, and you gave him a sympathetic pout.

“I can’t give you any pills. Do you want me to get you some ice?” you asked, standing up from the chair you were sitting in when David nodded.

“Sit up, babe,” you said, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him. You pushed his hair back, exposing the stitches on his forehead. You pressed the ice pack to it, and he winced. “Sorry,” you frowned, hating that your boyfriend was in pain.

David wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on to his lap. You draped your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss.

“Do that again,” he whispered. “It helps me forget about the pain.”

You rolled your eyes but giggled into the kiss.

David slid over in the bed so you could lay next to him. You climbed in and pulled the blanket over you, tucking your feet between his legs.

“I’m sorry that I’m such a terrible boyfriend,” David whispered, and you frowned.

“You aren’t,” you started, but David cut you off.

“I mean I almost died today, and I don’t even know if I recorded it,” he chuckled, lightening the mood.

“Your camera shattered when you fell, but Natalie grabbed the memory card and said she’ll import whatever footage you got today, don’t worry.”

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amythecinnabunny · 4 years

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Apartment 42 -- A BuckyNat AU

master and rival assassins unknowingly live together for almost a year, making sure their real jobs remain a secret from each other and everyone around them

Chapter 4

"What time do you get off work today?" James asked as he flipped a pancake.

"Not a damn clue," Natalia grumbled, snatching the pancake out of the air without even looking.

James stared at her as she left, munching angrily and dragging her feet back to her room to get dressed. She probably didn't even notice she'd done that.

"Then when are we going out?" James called.

"I'll make time! I'll try to get off around five-ish!"

James nodded to himself and began planning how he was going to explain the date to Karpov. In her room, Natalia was pacing hurriedly, wondering how she was going to explain the date to Madame B.

Simultaneously, they decided they would continue using their it's-part-of-my-cover excuse.

Once that was decided, Natalia got ready for the day and sped out of the apartment, throwing a rushed "Bye, James!" as she sprinted through.

He couldn't help the amused smile that crossed his lips as he heard the door swing shut.

///////////////

Around four in the afternoon, Natalia found herself crossing the courtyard with Peggy. Peggy pounded on the Jarvises front door. "Ana! Ana, open up!"

"What?!" Ana yelled, almost pulling the door off its hinges.

Peggy pushed Natalia in. "Tallie needs to use your facilities. Howard said he would stay in so she can go out."

"Oh! Okay, well, you remember where everything is, right?"

"Yep."

"Well, go on!" Peggy cried, shooing Natalia further into the house.

"Where's Aunt Tal going?"

The two women turned to the front door. "On a date," they said.

"Aunt Tal has a boyfriend?" Anthony asked, eyebrows lifting.

"She's about to have one," Peggy said, grinning.

"And twenty dollars," Ana huffed.

"Twenty dollars? For what?"

"We bet Tallie when we went to the bar last night," Ana said, "said we'd give her twenty dollars if she went on a date with this guy."

"Just some random guy you saw in the bar? Isn't that . . . dangerous?"

Peggy laughed. "For Tallie? Nothing is ever dangerous! She could kill a man without even touching him."

Anthony frowned. "If you say so."

"Ana!" Natalia shrieked.

"What?!"

"I broke the straightener! Oh, wait, nevermind. I never plugged it in."

Peggy glanced at Ana. Ana raised her eyebrows. Peggy nodded. "I'll go keep her alive," Ana said, jogging towards her bedroom.

"Aunt Tal's really going on a date?"

Peggy nodded to Anthony. "Yes. Why?"

Anthony shrugged. "She doesn't seem like the type to want to date."

"Between you and me, dear, I think she's in this for the money."

Anthony grinned. "Can we stalk her? On her date? It's only right that we should make sure she has a good time."

"Who's we?" Peggy scoffed. "I've got work and Ana's going out with Mr Jarvis tonight. You've got an assignment due next week, mister."

Anthony walked further inside. "I'm calling Rhodes. Can I use your phone, Aunt Ana?"

"You are not stalking Tallie on her date, Anthony Edward Stark!" Peggy cried as Ana called an affirmative from her room.

Anthony laughed, despite Peggy pulling out the full-name card on him. He disappeared into the dining room, where Ana kept her telephone, and dialled the number to his best friend's house.

"Rhodes," he said when the call picked up, "any chance you're free tonight? We're going to stalk my aunt on her first date."

///////////////

Natalia thanked Jarvis for giving her a ride and waved him off before turning and heading into the restaurant. Smoothing down the polka dot dress she'd found stashed in the back of her closet, Natalia took a deep breath and walked in.

This was just so she and James could make an easy ten dollars each off sweet old ladies, right? She'd done worse for less before! So what about James made this so terrifying?

After a minute or less of searching, she found him sitting at a table and making faces at a plate of chips.

"Did they say something nasty to you?"

"They're disgusting," James said flatly. He looked up. "Red's your colour," he added, nodding in approval.

"Thanks. Can I taste your disgusting chips?"

James pushed the plate towards her. "You can have my disgusting chips. I'm going to order the extra cheesy pizza. You want to share that or get something of your own?"

"You know I'm broke, right? That's the whole reason we're doing this. Ten bucks each."

"Right. Sharing it is."

Natalia shook her head. "We should've just gone home for dinner and told them we went dancing."

"I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen on the first date," James muttered.

"James!"

He wasn't even fazed by the yell. "How are you eating that?"

"I'm hungry, James."

"Okay, that's fair. So, since we're out on a date, why don't you tell me something about you? What's your favourite colour?"

"I don't have one," Natalia admitted, realising it for the first time. "You?"

James shook his head, having realised the same as soon as he asked the question.

Both found themselves caught up in the fact that their past left no room for enjoyment, no room for personal things. They were weapons, and they were always reminded of it.

///////////////

"So, are you really Russian or is your family Russian?"

Natalia pursed her lips as she formulated her response. "I'm Russian. Kind of. I mean, I've got citizenship, so I am American, but I didn't get here til I was around sixteen or seventeen."

James frowned. "Why'd you leave? Did you come with your family?"

Natalia shrugged, rubbing her arms. "They disappeared when I was six. I don't know if they died or. . ."

"I'm sorry, Natalia," James said softly. He knew he had no experience in comforting other people, but this felt so natural to him that he couldn't do anything but stop walking and wrap his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin.

"What about you?" Natalia blurted, surprised by the hug.

"Gone," James murmured, "I know they loved me, but I can't remember it. It's like -- it's like I don't miss them, even though I know I should."

"Life sucks sometimes, huh?"

James glanced down at her red locks. "Not always," he whispered, leaning his head against hers and closing his eyes.

As Natalia smiled and tightened her arms around James, she pushed away all thoughts of the Red Room and all its problems.

Both were fairly certain their handlers would have some words to say about the matter, but in that moment, neither cared.

"TONY!"

Natalia looked out into the street at the shout that came from the other side. She noticed the boy who was yelling into the street. He looked slightly familiar. Her gaze moved into the street.

"ANTHONY!"

Breaking away from James, Natalia ran into traffic without hesitation. She grabbed Anthony's wrist and pulled him into the last lane seconds before both got knocked by a car.

Yelling in mixed languages, Natalia gave Anthony a hard shove, trusting James to grab him, before turning to pick up Anthony's brick-like cell phone and her purse.

James stared at the teenager he held. Anthony was clearly drunk, more than most. He looked up and into the street at the sound of loud honking.

"Nat--!"

The sound of the collision nearly stopped his heart. It startled Anthony, enough to sober him up enough that he could stand up again. Rhodes pushed through the quickly forming crowd to get to Anthony while James shoved people aside and knelt down beside Natalia.

Someone called an ambulance.

"Nat-- Natalia? Can you hear me? Natalia?"

She groaned and rolled her head away from the headlights of the car behind the one that had hit her. James felt as if a building had been lifted off him. She was, for the most part, okay. He didn't dare pick her up or move her, just in case she'd broken something, so he sat there and held on to the hand that closed around his.

By the time the ambulance arrived, Anthony had sobered enough to comprehend what was going on.

"I'm coming with! She's my aunt!"

The paramedic looked at James, who had already claimed to be Natalia's boyfriend. James glanced at Anthony. He nodded to the paramedic.

"I'll meet you there," Rhodes said, "call me and let me know, okay?"

Anthony nodded and accepted James's hand into the back of the ambulance. Neither said a word to each other, not until they were left in the waiting room.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't been out there in the street, she wouldn't have been there to get me."

James wasn't sure what the right response was. His own head was still reeling from his own reaction to Natalia getting hit. So he chose a logical path. "Shouldn't you call you parents?"

Anthony scoffed. "Like it'll matter. But yeah, I should call home."

"Got a phone?" James asked, holding out a few coins and gesturing to the payphone in the lobby. Now why was he being kind to the kid?

"No, it's fine. I've got mine. She managed to pick it off the street." Anthony waved James away and stood up. He paced the waiting room as he held his phone to his ear.

"Aunt Peg? It's Anthony. Uh, Aunt Tal got into an accident. She-- okay. Oh, listen! Don't bring my father."

Anthony lowered his arm and stared at the wall. He dropped his head and sighed.

"It's not your fault, you know," James said.

"It feels like it is."

"I know."

Anthony shuffled over and sat down next to James. When a frazzled Peggy stumbled into the waiting room, Jarvis, Ana and Maria hot on her heels, Anthony was asleep with his head in James's lap, while James slept sitting in the chair.

///////////////

It was agony. The pain spread from somewhere on her right. She wasn't sure exactly where.

"Romanova!" Madame B yelled, "hold still!"

Natalia could not keep completely still. She writhed on the rickety bed as a doctor and several nurses worked to remove the bullet without further injuries.

"The scientist," she rasped, "is he alive?"

"No, Natalia."

Natalia shied away from the hand on her head. Madame B never used her students' first names. Madame B was not a mother. Madame B did not mean anything good when she offered comfort or spoke in a motherly tone. Given that she was held down by the nurses and still had a gaping bullet wound in her side, Natalia could not run from whatever punishment she was bound to receive.

Madame B placed her hand on Natalia's head again. Natalia squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting the worst. When Madame B made no movement aside from the small circles she made on Natalia's forehead with her thumb, the recent graduate stilled. Her attention off her wound, the doctor found it much easier to begin stitches.

"We didn't know he was active," Madame B said softly. "We thought it would be a simple extraction. You performed brilliantly, Natalia."

"Who was he?" Natalia forced herself to say, keeping her eyes shut.

"They call him the Winter Soldier. He is Hydra. He is . . . he is the best. A ghost story, Natalia. He has a hundred percent accuracy and is successful in one hundred percent of his missions." Madam B paused. Her thumb halted briefly before continuing the small circles. "Until tonight."

"What. . ." Natalia stammered for a moment, unsure what her question was. She opened her eyes and watched Madame B.

"What does this mean?"

Natalia nodded.

"Well, Natalia, it means you've passed."

A frown scrunched up Natalia's face. "I've already graduated."

"No. You've completed your training. Graduated our programme. This means you've passed any test we could set for you."

"But . . . the scientist, he--"

"Your task was to obtain his research and thereafter dispose of him. You have delivered and come within an inch of your life in doing so. Natalia, you must understand the feat you have accomplished. No target has ever escaped the Winter Soldier. Ever. He was bred to perfection. The Red Room has lost a good number of incredible agents against him. Never have we sent a graduate against him. Never has one of ours come back from going up against him. You are the first person in history to survive the Winter Soldier. You are perfect."

Natalia lay still, distantly aware of the needle piercing her skin. Her mind buzzed with the words she heard. Still dazed by the blood loss, Natalia could not properly comprehend everything.

"You will be our face, Natalia. You will be the Black Widow."

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Broke But Not Broken: Chapter 11

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Part XI

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,764

Summary: The reader deals with the aftermath of Bucky’s incident. Will the strain be too much for their budding relationship?

Warnings: Angst, slight violence

Inspiration/Chapter Soundtrack:

“1000 Times” - Sara Bareilles

“Tell Me How” - Paramore

“River Flows In You” - Yiruma (Bucky’s Song)

A/N: This update isn’t too exciting, and is probably a little depressing. But it has to be done! The next update will be better, I promise. Thank you guys for sticking with the story! I often fear it’s getting redundant and boring, so I hope that isn’t the case. Please let me know what you think?

Y/F/N - Your fake name

It’d been nearly twenty-four hours since you’d found Bucky on the bathroom floor of his apartment and called the ambulance. Blood alcohol poisoning. His blood alcohol content was 0.274%. Bucky had almost killed himself trying to drink away his problems.

Steve had arrived about ten minutes after you did. At the time you weren’t really sure about Bucky’s condition. All you two could do was wait. An hour and twenty-seven stitches to his temple later, you could see Bucky. He rested comfortably in the hospital bed. Now you and Steve waited and hoped Bucky would wake up.

You yawn, stretching out your arms and legs from your cramped perch from a chair. A firm hand rests on your shoulder causing you to flinch. You look up into Steve’s face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Why don’t you go walk around and get something to eat? I’ll take it from here.” He suggests.

You worry your lip, glancing at Bucky’s prone form. Indecision plagues you. You didn’t want to be gone if he awoke. As if to weigh in on the decision your stomach gurgles loudly. You sigh.

“Okay. I’ll be back soon.” You say, rising to your feet.

Down in the cafeteria you purchase a chicken salad sandwich and water, taking a seat at a table near a large window. You half-heartedly unwrap the sandwich, pushing it aside after a moment. While your body insisted you needed to eat, you just didn’t feel like it. Your spirits were pretty low.

All the time you’d known Bucky he’d been happy and seemingly carefree. You’d taken solace in his laidback manner, finding it easy to trust and relax near him. Seeing Bucky now after his episode and subsequent binge drinking left you on shaky ground. You didn’t blame him for what happened, but perhaps you’d opened yourself up to him too quickly.

Bucky’s cell phone rings. You still had it from when you found him. You dig it out of your pocket, picking at the crust of your sandwich.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sug, how’s our boy doing?” CiCi’s voice came on the line. Hearing her voice caused the lump to form in your throat again.

“Uhh… he’s stable… The drinking did a number on him, and he hit his head so hard he’s a bit concussed, but the doctor said he should recover… Given that he wakes up.” You inform her. She tuts.

“That boy has been on some benders but nothing this bad. He was certainly trying to escape some demons…” she sighs. “I have to head to work now, but you text me when there’s news, alright hon?”

You promise to update her and say goodbye. Slipping the phone back into your pocket you dutifully eat your sandwich.

Your mind wanders as you make your way back up to Bucky’s room. The closer you get you can hear shouting. A commotion has stirred. Right in Bucky’s room. Your heart clenches and you pick up the pace.

“Where are my clothes?! I want to leave now!” You can hear Bucky yelling as you come up to the door.

You jump back as a harried nurse dashes out, muttering about security.

“You can’t leave, Buck! You nearly succeeded in turning your blood to sludge, they have to make sure you’re gonna be okay! Now shut up and lay down!” Steve shouts back. His large frame blocks the doorway, back facing you.

You peer around him into the room. Bucky paces the floor from the bed to the opposite wall like a caged animal.

“How’d I even get here? How’d you know where I’d be? You can’t get after dodging your calls and visits I don’t want to see you?!” Bucky works himself up a bit more; his pacing quickens.

“You need to calm. Down. Y/N called me. She’s been looking for you ever since your…episode with her. She found you passed out and bleeding on your bathroom floor. You’re lucky she did otherwise you’d be dead.” Steve says.

Bucky scoffs, “She should have just minded her damn business. Ironic that the girl who never speaks about her problems would go diving headfirst into mine. I didn’t ask anyone to save me!” He grabs the dry erase marker from the board on the wall and hurls it towards Steve.

Steve ducks, unaware you’re standing right behind him. You flinch just enough for the marker to pelt you in the arm. You yelp, a little too loudly for the object’s size, as it bounces off. Like the flip of a switch memories of Colton come flooding back. Him throwing things, screaming in your face. Hurting you as the wave of his anger rose. Shaken, you glance up at the two men.

Whereas Steve’s face was a mask of shock, Bucky’s was one of horror. He took a step towards you.

“Y/N… shit!” He falls back, the IV pulling against its connection to him.

Hysteria bubbles up. Your panicked mind sounded a warning bell. Run. Get away. You couldn’t do this again. Steve reaches out to you. You pull away. A small whimper escapes your lips.

“I’m sorry…” you moan before turning and sprinting down the hall, both men calling for you.

•••

You felt so stupid for fleeing the way you did the evening before. The flight response had just been so strong. You sweep up more of the broken glass, dumping it into the garbage can you’d brought in from the kitchen. You couldn’t bear going back to the hospital, so you decided to do the next best thing and clean up Bucky’s apartment.

Someone clears their throat while you scrub at the linoleum floor. You start, whirling around. A curvy, red-headed woman stands just outside the bathroom.

“Uh, hi. Who are you? Bucky sent me to get some things for him.” She explains as you continue to stare at her open mouthed.

“Oh! I’m Y/N… his downstairs neighbor I guess…” you say, awkwardly sticking out your hand as you stand.

“Nat.” She offers her hand and a friendly, if a little standoffish, smile. “You don’t need to clean that. That’s what Clint is here for.” She gestures behind her.

You look and see a stocky man with short hair and a grim expression. He purses his lips and gives you a two finger salute when he sees you staring.

“Oh… is Bucky not coming back?” Your heart sinks.

From the way she spoke it sounded like Bucky would be gone indefinitely. Had you really upset him that much? And who was this woman? She was rather pretty, and seemed very self – assured. You fiddle uncomfortably with your pruned hands. Did Bucky and her have a thing?

The woman called ‘Nat’ shrugs. “Not really sure. Steve wants him to stick around the VA center for a while. I can’t believe he actually got him to agree this time.” She turns to look at Clint as if seeing if he agreed with her.

“Okay. Well I’ll just... leave you guys to it.” You mumble unsure of what to do with yourself.

Disheartened you head out the door.

•••

“Oh Sug, he doesn’t hate you. Why would you say that?” CiCi caresses your head as she brushes out the tangles in your hair.

You’d been hiding out in your apartment the last day, slipping further into a reclusive state. You had called off work, determined to shut out the world. You knew you were being silly. You couldn’t stay cooped up forever.

“Because he was so angry to be in the hospital. He said I should just mind my business… I just –“ you stop talking, your throat closing off as you attempt not to cry again.

“That doesn’t sound like he hates you baby. He’s sick and scared. He wasn’t thinking straight. People say things all the time they don’t mean. He just needs time to get his head straight.” She urges, plaiting your hair into a neat braid.

You shake your head slightly, guilt eating at you. “He was right, I shouldn’t have gone digging when I’ve kept my secrets so close to my chest.” You reason, talking more to yourself than to CiCi.

CiCi stops fussing with your hair and walks around to face you. When you refuse to look up at her she crooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head upward. Reluctantly you meet her eyes.

“Now you listen to me. You both have had your reasons for keeping your secrets. Yours were just to preserve yourself from a mad man. Buck’s were going to keep destroying him until there was nothing left. You saved him, Y/N. He will see the good in that someday.”

You doubt her words, images of Bucky’s angry face flashing in your mind. You tried to remind yourself that there had been remorse in his face just before you’d fled, but you couldn’t be sure if it’d been from being caught expressing true feelings or because he’d regretted speaking without thinking. You’d just have to live with not knowing. As it stood you didn’t think Bucky would be coming back. You smile up at her sadly.

“It’s probably for the best anyways.” You say, waving CiCi off as she begins to protest. “I better get ready for work.”

•••

Talking to Maggie had been slightly less terrifying than you thought, though it was still painful.

“Really, I wasn’t upset with you. Naomi has always been a bitch. I was just surprised it was you to put her in her place. I only sent you home because I felt you needed a break. Which...if I’m being honest, you still look like you need? Is everything okay?” Maggie’s eyebrows knit in concern.

You give her a wane smile, “Yes, it’ll be fine. I just want things to go back to normal.” You admit exhaustedly.

So the days went. You’d go to work; you’d come home. Sometimes you’d spend the day helping Tía around her apartment. Occasionally CiCi and Damien could coax you out for lunch. The days turned into weeks with no sign of Bucky. The owners of the building hired a temp to care for its maintenance. It hurt to see a stranger everywhere you’d grown accustomed to seeing Bucky. You tried to push down the pain. You didn’t want to examine why it hurt so much. You kept reminding yourself this was for the best. This was safe. The quicker you could move on the better.

If you allowed yourself to be honest, though, you knew you missed him. The nightmares had returned in full force, keeping you awake most nights. You missed the comfort of his presence. The way his steady breathing had grounded you, promising you’d be safe. You’d taken to sitting in front of the piano, the one Bucky had gifted to you, and thought of him. Alone in the dark, early hours of morning, it was the only time you would let your mind wander to him. You played the pieces he loved, the ones that reminded you so much of his smile. When those songs began to run low you’d absently play, letting your fingers run along the keys, writing their own song. It was a melody they played often enough you didn’t need to write it down.

The evening that marked three weeks since you’d last seen Bucky you go to check on Tía Maria. You knock on her door once before letting yourself in.

“Tía? I’m getting ready to head off to work. Are you set for the night? Do you need anything?” You call out to the little, old, blind woman.

“Oh mija!” she feels her way into the living room. You meet her halfway, bending down so she can kiss and pat your cheek. “How are you? You don’t sound well.” She asks, holding your face in between her hands.

You sigh. It was getting tiresome, being asked so many times if you were alright, but you knew they meant well. “I’m doing just fine Tía. I’m just leaving for work. Do you need anything?”

Tía releases you and claps her hands as though she just remembered something important. “Oh yes! I want to make some cookies tomorrow, but I’m out of flour. Would you mind picking me up some on your way home? If it’s not too much trouble!”

You smile, planting a quick kiss to her cheek. “It’s not a bother, I would be happy to get it for you.”

You bid her a good night and headed off to work.

Your shift starts out pretty normal. Naomi continues to go between sneering at or ignoring you, but she keeps her distance like she’s done since your fight. This you can handle. You mill about the tables and get lost in the monotony. Not surprisingly, the club is quiet. Michael never showed to start his shift. Maggie entreats you to play and you agree. You start off with the normal set, playing jazzy, upbeat pieces.

You aren’t sure why, perhaps it’s your flagging spirits, or the somber cloud that seems to constantly hang over your head these days, but as the last song ends and you begin the next you tap out the first notes to Bucky’s song. You pour yourself into it, bleeding all the anxiety, hurt, and loss you’d felt the last couple weeks. For the first time since the night in the hospital you allow yourself to feel everything you’ve kept bottled in, momentarily forgetting the small, crowded club of bargoers.

As the song ends you jump from the clamoring patrons. You laugh a little at the whooping and whistles as you give your audience a small bow. You glance over to Maggie and your smile falters a bit. Marcus had apparently decided to make an appearance tonight during your song and his eyes were locked right on you. You swallow nervously as you keep playing, very aware of the eyes observing you. As the night draws to a close, you step down from the stage. Marcus and Maggie wait at the bar, the brief smile she gives you doing little to put you at ease.

“Umm... Marcus, I know I’m not supposed to play but - “You try to explain, but he interrupts.

“I know what I said, however... I’ve reconsidered. It seems you have a very special gift, Y/F/N, it wouldn’t do to squander it.” Marcus says, giving you a wink and placing his hand on your shoulder.

If you didn’t like the way Marcus had looked at you on days he wasn’t interested in speaking to you, you really didn’t like the way he looked at you now. You try your best not to shudder but pull yourself out from under the weight of his hand.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, trying to make the step you take back seem casual.

“Work with Maggie on a schedule around the times Michael is supposed to play and we’ll get you back up on that stage. Good work tonight!” Marcus turns and heads out, waving goodbye dismissively as he leaves.

Maggie rolls her eyes. “As if you haven’t played most nights you’ve worked since you started with us!” She laughs and you can’t help but grin. She sobers. “Seriously though, you do have a wonderful gift. That song you played was amazing! I’ve never heard it before!”

You laugh a little, “That’s because it’s never been played to an audience. It’s my own song.”

Maggie continues to fawn over you, making you blush. After you help close up you bid them all goodnight and head to a supermarket that was still open. You’d told Tía you’d get her flour and you weren’t going to disappoint the woman.

Bag of flour acquired you make the journey back to your apartment building. The night air is cold, a forewarning to the snow that will soon fall as the winter months start rolling in. You pull your coat tighter around you. A little worry starts to niggle at the back of your mind. You can’t shake the feeling like you’re still being watched. A tendril of fear coils its way up your spine, but you try to push it away. You sneak a glance behind you but don’t see anyone.

Stop being paranoid. You tell yourself, but the feeling persists. As the building comes into view you breathe a little easier. You pick up your pace, eager to get inside. Just as your about to enter the front entry a firm hand grabs your shoulder.

You scream.

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capsicletho · 5 years

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I Can’t Make You Love Me

…if you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel something that it won’t.

a Tony Stark series; author: @stvrktony | chapter 13

trigger: -

warning: civil war spoilers if that’s even still a thing;

word count: -

summary: Reader and Tony found comfort in each other while they were trying to mend their own broken hearts.

a/n: -

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Complying with Tony was just a way to shut him up and get him out of the compound, because he was on a deadline. You knew that one way or another, you are going to go where Tony is going. You haven’t had that figured out yet, currently, but you’re going to get there. You entered Tony’s study –– although you’re not a tech genius like your boyfriend is, you knew how some things worked based on your own observations and what he taught you about certain things.

You looked around the study and then poked around until you found one of Tony’s earpieces and took it with you. You exited the study and then turn around only to jump in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Happy asked.

“Uh...I thought I left my wallet in there, but it’s not there,” you lied.

“Huh,” Happy examined your face and you tried to put on the best innocent expression you could muster. “Alright, well. Tony told me to make sure you stay here and not go anywhere. But right now I have to drop someone off, so please do me a favor and don’t mess around, okay?”

“Who are you dropping off where?” You asked, a cheeky smile on your lips. If you can get that information out of Happy, you would not have to go through your complicated plan.

“None of your business,” Happy retorted, seeing through your move.

“Happyyyyyyy,” you called out to him. “You have to tell me! Tony could be in danger, the only way I can stop him is if I know where he’s going!”

“He’s going to be fine. He’s with Rhodey, Vision, and Nat, now I gotta go drop the kid off in Germany before Cap leaves.” Happy said as he walked away and fiddling with his iPad. But then he halted in a sudden and turned around.

You smirked. “Thank you, Happy,” you smiled. You decided to ignore the fact that he said ‘kid’ because it would give Happy time to stall you.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Don’t!” Happy called over to you, but you already disappeared into your room to pull the exact same suitcase that you haven’t even unpacked. You instantly left the compound in one of Tony’s cars and zipped to the airport. You booked the earliest flight which is about two hours away. The perfect amount of time to actually get to the airport and then buy some other things you might need to board the plane.

Meanwhile, back at the facility, Happy debated on calling Tony ––- knowing that his boss already had so much on his plate. But he also needed to pick Peter up and accompany him Germany. The man groaned and decided to deal with you later and prioritize Peter first.

Your eight hour flight ended smoothly and you could not wait to get to the hotel. As soon as the plane landed, you slipped on the earpiece that you had and tuned in to the conversation, but it was quiet. Too quiet. You gathered your bag, took off the earpiece, and put it back on your bag, knowing that it might get confiscated in customs. Just as you were waiting for your bag, you heard over the speakers that certain people were ushered out of a wing in the airport and there were complaints and people who looked angry, but some were also jumping in curiosity and excitement trying to still glance back to the airport wing that was being emptied. You were confused, why would they close an entire wing.

As you watched the people being transferred into other flights or booked hotels, you caught hints from a boy who was jumping around in excitement, he was a foreigner, but you would not have mistakenly heard the superhero names he was uttering. “Captain America!” he yelled out, the name laced thickly with their accent. He spoke again and then your boyfriend’s superhero alias came up. “Iron Man...” The gestures the boy was making, let you know that the Avengers are here, in this very airport.

You immediately shoved your way past the people and tried your best to hide from the security guards. Meanwhile, you slipped the earpiece back on and tried to get through to Tony, asking FRIDAY to connect you to him.

“Honey. What are you doing here?” Tony yelled in your ear as you slipped past more guards. His breath sounded a little bit labored, like he was doing a heavy activity.

“I told you I won’t come with you, but that does not mean I can’t go alone,” you retorted. “I’m on my way to you,” you said.

“No you’re not! Turn around. Leave. Now.” He ordered you. Right then, a security guard stopped you from going further into the airport wing that was closed.

“I’m with Tony Stark,” you said, showing your Stark Industries ID. You figured it out now, Tony must have had the airport employees usher people out to avoid casualties.

“No. No, you’re not with Tony Stark. You’re going home right now,” Tony spoke in your ear, unfortunately the security guard would not be able to hear him.

“I have to get this to him, it’s urgent.” You lifted a pouch from your handbag. It was actually your sleeping eye mask pouch, but he seemed to believe it was something important. “Now if you could please just step aside and maybe point me in the direction to where he is, I’ll be out of your hair in a flash,” you said.

The man studied you for a while, and as if on cue, Happy appeared behind you. “Actually, she’s not going there, she’s coming with me.”

You sighed and turned around, seeing Happy behind you.

“Come on. Don’t make me drag you out of here,” the bodyguard said.

You turned to the security guard who was now crossing his arms, surely he was not going to let you in now. “Fine,” you sighed in annoyance.

Happy loaded your suitcase into the car while you got in. You climbed into the car and just as you

“Babe, you still there?” Tony’s voice sounded in your earpiece. He sounded frantic and scared and you quickly tensed up.

“I’m here. Tony, are you okay? What’s going on?” You asked.

“I- I need... I need an ambulance.” The man stuttered, a sign of panic overpowering him.

“Tony are you hurt?” You asked again.

“N-No, no, no. It’s Rhodey. Rhodey...I couldn’t get to him in time.” He tried to explain.

“First responders are already here,” FRIDAY joined in on the conversation.

“Okay, Tony, calm down, babe. I’ll take care of it, just get out of there safely, okay?” You calmly spoke, knowing that if you panicked it would worsen Tony’s panic attack. You turned to Happy who decided not to leave when he heard you talking to Tony. “Happy, go, we’re going to the hospital now.”

You and Happy arrived at the hospital before Rhodey and the ambulance did and you quickly got everything sorted out, from the room he will be staying in until making sure that there will be a place ready for him in the emergency room so that they can examine him quickly.

You paced back and forth as you waited for Rhodey in the emergency room. From what you saw, you knew he took a hard hit which worried you even further as to what was going on between all of them at the airport.

“(Y/N),” a voice called out to you and you turned around to see Tony. He was battered and there were bruises forming in his face. You were scared to even imagine what other injuries and bruises he was sustaining.

You quickly walked over to him and enveloped him in a hug. Tony grunted a little at the impact, but he wrapped an arm around your waist while you wrapped both arms around his neck. He exhaled as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent always helped calm him down; knowing that you’re near and that you’re safe comforts him more than anything. Your fingers slipped into his hair and rubbing soothing circles on the back of his neck. You stayed like that for a few minutes before Tony finally spoke up.

“What did the doctors say?” He asked.

“I don’t know, they haven’t come outside of the ICU yet,” you said as you pulled away to look at his face but still wrapping your arms around him. Your finger gently traced the bruise under his eye, causing him to wince a little. That was when you noticed he was not actually moving his left arm, not even to hug you. “What happened to your arm?” You asked.

“I think I sprained it,” he said.

You knew he was downplaying it. A lot has happened to Tony’s left arm, you noticed. Every time he came back from a mission or a fight, he would always have worse problems on his left arm than anywhere else. Tony said he was not sure how it started, but it was most likely when he first became Iron Man when he was flying to rescue hostages when a shell hit him.

“Okay, we’re getting you to a doctor,” you let go of him and then pulled his right arm to direct him to the ER.

After moments of you persuading and him refusing, you were sitting with him looking at the scan result for his arm. It was sprained, like he said, but you knew that he was experiencing worse pain than he just a sprained arm because his left arm had so much trauma from previous injuries.

The nurses decided to put his arm in a sling, and the man was already impatient, wanting to see Rhodey’s doctor as soon as possible. Right after the sling was clipped on properly, he stood up and left the room. You thanked the nurse in a hurry and followed him out to wait in front of the ICU again.

Things got worse when Tony received the news about his best friend’s condition. You sighed, worried for Rhodey but also for Tony. There is now another burden on his shoulders: the guilt of not being able to rescue Rhodey in time that had caused his long-time best friend to be paralyzed waist down.

You looked at Tony just standing there in front of Rhodey’s room and you bit your lower lip. “Tony, go,” you encouraged him. “I’ll keep you updated, okay? So go do what you have to do.”

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yuulina-vre · 3 years

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Gifting you a new life

Rumlow

Pairing: Steve x Bucky, Reader insert

Warnings: Injuries

Word count: 3363 words

Part: eleven

Summary: Y/N gets hurt while Steve has a flashback.

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“Y/N!” Y/N looks up from the ground as a blurry Steve comes running up to her. She’s crying and her hands hurt so much. The package lies abandoned on the ground as she cradles her hands against his chest. “Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve frames her face in his hands and searches it for anything unusual until his hands stop at her hands. “Is that acid?” Bucky stops behind Steve and looks down at the hands. “Steve get her hands under cool water. Fifteen minutes at least, and get the clothes away!” Steve gives him a curt not and Y/N feels his hand under her arms as he lifts her carefully. “S-Steve. It hurts.”

“I know. But we get it off. Come, doll. To the guest bathroom.” Y/N continues crying in pain and it gets more intense after the first droplets of water hit her burned skin. “No.” She tries to pull away but Steve stands behind her and has a death grip on her wrists. “It’s okay, Y/N. It gets better in a second I promise.” Though all the haze in her head it sounds like Steve is either angry and about to punch something or on the verge of crying himself. He nuzzles some kisses to her temple trying to calm her down and she’s grateful for the attempt, even if it’s doing nothing.

The man presses against Y/N’s back, trying to give her as much comfort as he can while still holding her wrists in the sink. “It’s okay, shh. I’m here.” Y/N leans a little back against him, her whole body trembling in pain and shock. The tears come flowing, no end in sight. She gazes down at her hands and almost pukes. They are raw, and red, looking massively burned. “Don’t look, doll. Close your eyes and keep breathing with me. Just like that.” She tries to copy Steve’s breathing but startles as she heads footsteps behind them. “I called the police.” Bucky comes into the bathroom and steps up beside Steve and Y/N, making sure to stay in her sight. He peeks at her hands and grimaces a bit. “From what I can tell there was some fabric in the package. It was in a bowl and totally drenched. Whoever send that was intending on Y/N touching it and getting acid all over her. It looked like the bowl has shifted as it got moved, so the acid spilled out and drenched through the cardboard.” Y/N cries harder again and Steve starts rocking her a bit, letting one of his hands go from her wrists and slings it around her chest. “Come on Y/N.” He sighs and turns to Bucky. “I should have known that something’s wrong. Who would knock if the bell works perfectly?”

“You couldn’t have known.” Bucky shakes his head and squeezes the blonde’s shoulder. “I’ll get the first aid kit and turn the oven off. Come to the living room in five?”

“Yeah:” Steve nods and carefully and steers Y/N into the living room and onto the couch. She stays close to Steve and hides her face in his shoulder, whimpering now and then. Steve runs his hand through her hair and looks at her hands. He knows it must hurt pretty bad. “I-I s-should have known.”

“Y/N, it’s alright, not your fault.”

“I-I thought you o-order something b-but i-it’s Sunday. I’m s-so stupid.”

“Hey, hey!” Steve sits up straight and cups her face in his hands, wiping her tears away, though, new come flowing. “You’re not stupid for thinking something like that. I probably would have thought so too. This-” He nods at her hands. “This is not your fault. It’s his and his alone, alright?” She stares at him, unsure of what to do. She shouldn’t have picked it up. She should have called for Steve, asking if he did order something. She should have been more careful. “Y/N, alright?” All she does is nod. In a matter of seconds, Bucky comes back, gloves on. He kneels in front of Y/N. “Show me your hands?” He asks gently and takes her hands in his as carefully as he can. Y/N watches him closely, trying not to scream as he touches some of the burns. She whimpers, though, hiding her face back in Steve’s shoulder who tightens his arms around her again, kissing and whispering to her. “What are you doing, Buck?” Y/N can feel that He’s just as tense as she feels and his voice has a sharp note to it. “Wrapping them up so it won’t get infected.” After he finishes Y/N whimpers and starting to cry again. Steve pulls her on his lap, like a child that got hurt, wraps a blanket around her, and starts swaying a little. Bucky sits down beside them but stands right back up after he hears the first siren. He comes back in with two officers. “Steve?” Steve looks up and sees a pretty familiar face. “Clint. Nat.” He nods at the redhead that follows the blonde man. “You know each other, too?”

“Bucky. You’re not the only one with contacts.” The redhead claps Bucky on the shoulder before she walks over to Steve and Y/N, while Bucky walks with Clint to the package that he had shoved into the corner of the entrance. “Hey, my name is Natasha. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I…” Y/N sobs again and hides back in Steve’s side. “It’s okay, Y/N.” Steve rocks her again before he looks at Nat. “She was making dinner and Bucky and I were watching a movie. Then there was a knock on the door, which is strange because the doorbell works just fine. She went to look and then screamed. The package has just set on the doorstep and she picked it up.”

“Is there something you can add, Y/N?” Nat nods at Steve but turns her attention back to Y/N as a new siren comes closer. “T-There was no one.”

“Was someone else there? Someone on the street? Someone looking at you from far away maybe?” Y/N shakes her head against Steve’s shoulder as two paramedics come in. “Steve!” Steve’s head snaps back up. “Sam?”

“Yeah. Who’s hurt?” The man comes closer with a younger woman behind him. “Y/N got acid on her hands.” The dark-colored man nods and kneels down beside Nat who stands up to make some room. Sam carefully Takes Y/N’s hands, holding eye contact with her. “Hey, beautiful.” He smiles at her but Y/N doesn’t have the energy to smile back. She just watches as he carefully unwraps one hand, making her whimper again. He hisses at the angry red skin. “Wanda, we take her with us.” The younger woman nods and leaves the house. “You want me to come with you?” Steve looks down at Y/N and she nods shakily. “Steve, we need you for some answers.” Steve frowns then kisses Y/N’s forehead. “Okay, doll. I come to the hospital as soon as I can. You know Sam. He’s taking good care of you.” Steve carefully helps her up and guides her to the ambulance where the younger woman already waits. He kisses Y/N’s forehead once again. “Everything will be alright.” Y/N nods again but wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. “Hurry up?”

“Of course. As fast as I can.” That’s enough for her. She lets Wanda guide her into the ambulance and get strapped safely to the stretcher. They wait for Sam to get in and soon they’re rushing off.”

* * *

Steve looks after the ambulance until it’s completely gone before he walks back inside the house. Bucky stands with Clint in the living room now, package secure in a plastic box. “Why do you know him?” Bucky looks confused at Clint. Before the blonde can answer, though, Steve speaks up. “We met years ago and worked together for a while.” Bucky looks still confused. “How so? Where you with the police?”

“Nah, was in the army. We met briefly after I returned and somehow got stuck.”

“Yeah, our Captain was a strategic genie.”

“Captain?” Suddenly Bucky’s whole attention is on Steve. “Ehh... yeah, I was-”

“Hold on! Do you mean, you two know each other but don’t know that you two were in the army? Barnes was a hell of a Sergeant.” Clint grins widely, clapping bucky on the back. Natasha only rolls her eyes before clearing her throat. “Catching up is all fine but could we, like, get back on the task at hand here?” Everyone looks at her in various states of embarrassment and Steve nods. “So, we handle this like a heavy case of bodily harm. It could have turned out worse than it did. Do you have any guesses who might be behind it? I saw that it was addressed to Y/N Y/L/N. Is there someone who wants Y/N hurt?” Her eyes wander from Bucky to Steve and back. Bucky only shakes his head but Steve answers straight. “I do.” Both, Nat and Clint raise their eyebrows, and Bucky looks startled at him. “His name is Brock Rumlow.”

“Rumlow huh.” Clint whistles with a knowing expression. “Why do you think he is the cause of this.” Nat directs her focus only on Steve now. “Because he’s Y/N’s ex-boyfriend and one of the worst kind of people I know. And I met a lot of people. He was… Let’s say he wasn’t a great guy and more of the aggressive ones.” Clint nods at that and crosses his arms. “Why do you think he’s the one? What did he do to her?”

“He hurt her. He started controlling her, taking her phone away, installing cameras in the apartment, won’t let her out until he actually locked her in the apartment. She wasn’t allowed to call someone when he wasn’t there and the beatings got more frequent the longer their relationship wore on.”

“How did she get away?” Bucky breathes and Steve sees his shocked expression. He certainly hadn’t thought of something like that. He takes one of Bucky’s hands and squeezes it. “I helped her to get away. Broke the door when he was at work and got her out. We instantly moved out of town and got to this house. It belonged to her grandma and as far as we knew he didn’t know about it. And for a few years, it was all good. Until now.” Steve’s expression turns somber again. Bucky squeezes his hand back, making him smile shortly. “Alright. Is there any sign that he knows where she lives? Has he visited? Followed her?”

“No.”

“But he called her, right?” Bucky looks at Steve with wide eyes. “He called her yesterday, a few times actually.”

“Yeah, she also got some letters send to school but we thought he found out through the internet. I mean, Starks school is pretty well known and each teacher has its own page and description.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. This is really getting out of hand. When had it started to get this worse? “She also thought she had seen him sometime around lunch or so. But I didn’t see anyone so I thought she must have seen someone else. I should have believed her.”

“Steve, you know as well as I do that someone that doesn’t want to be seen, won’t be seen.” Natasha looks at him before scribbling something down on her tiny notepad. Just as she turns Steve sees a flash of a memory in front of him.

* * *

Steve just shoves the key into the motel room door as his phone starts ringing. He sighs a little. The day has been stressful with packing up his things from his job he just quit. He quickly opens the door, steps into the small room, and closes it behind him, throwing the key onto the bed before he sinks defeated on the mattress and takes the call. “Hello?”

“S-Stevie?”

“Y/N?” Steve takes the phone from his ear and looks at the caller ID. It’s actually Y/N. He frowns, he almost didn’t recognize her voice. She sounded scared and like she’s been crying for hours. Her voice is hushed and raw, hoarse even. The phone quickly finds its way back to his ear. “Are you okay?”

“C-can you come to get me?”

“What’s wrong? What did he do?” Steve is worried, immensely. But at the same time, he’s angry. Furious even. Since Rumlow locked Y/N in two weeks ago he tries to get her to break up. Talking is difficult, only working through handwritten texts or shouting through the window. But she always says she can’t. He had thought it would be because she still loves him, something women almost always seem to say if they have an abusive boyfriend but he never really considered Y/N to be one of these women. “Please, just come. Brock- H-he’s not home right now.”

“Okay. I’ll come. Stay put, okay? Pack up some of your things you won’t want to leave behind.”

“Y-yeah, okay. Please hurry before he’s back.” Now Steve worries more. “I’ll be there.” He quickly hangs up, grabs the keys back from the bad, and rushes out to his Pickup, just barely closing the door behind him. He probably breaks some laws but he gets to Y/N pretty fast, nearly crashing into a wall and ignoring a red light. The moment he sees the house he puts the car in park and jumps out, running to the door. He doesn’t bother with ringing the bell, knowing she won’t be able to open it for him anyway. Instead, he just runs up the porch and kicks against the door, once, twice, three times until a satisfying splintering of wood is heard and the door jumps open. He doesn’t have time to whoop or celebrate the victory against the old wooden door. He runs into the house, looking around, afraid brock might have found her before he had time to get here.

“Y/N?!” He looks around frantic until he sees her. She’s rolled to a small ball on the couch. She twitches at the loud noise and curls a bit more, looking at him with wide and terrified eyes. Steve instantly sees that she’s shivering. He runs up to her and falls to his knees next to her. “Oh god, Y/N. What did he do?” He frames Y/N’s face carefully, looking her over. Her left eye is completely swollen closed, she has a bruise on the right cheek and a nasty-looking split in her lip. He notices that she cradles her right wrist to her chest, bluish and swollen. All in all, she looks just miserable. The worst, though, does he only notices after she starts sobbing and throws herself at him. He sees it only for a brief second. She has strangling marks, from hands on her neck. He feels the anger in his chest get bigger but he tries to control himself. It’s not Y/N he’s angry at and she needs his support and comfort right now, not to be scared away by him too. “Doll. What happened?” He searches her eyes while he leans back a little. She only sobs and points at the kitchen. “H-he w-was drinking.” Steve follows her finger. There are more bottles than he can count on the table and Steve has to admit, that the man even was able to get out of the house without crashing down the stairs and breaking his neck is a wonder. “Where did he go? Do you know when he’s coming back?” Y/N only shakes her head, choking the word ‘work’ out, and continues crying. Steve tightens his arms around her again but loosens them as soon as she hisses silently. He guesses she has more bruised parts under her clothes. “It’s okay. We get you out of here now. Okay?” Y/N nods shakily and lets Steve pull her up. For a moment he glares at the mark on her throat before he focuses on her wrist. “We wrap that later. Let’s pack get your stuff first. Have you packed everything?”

“Y-yeah. Almost.” Steve gives her a curt nod. He tells her to pack all that’s left on a pile so he can store it away until he takes the bags she had packed to the pick-up. In a matter of an hour, they’re finished. “Steve? Did you take the TV? That’s not mine.”

“I know but he will live without it. And he can buy himself a new one. He has the money.” Steve grins at her and is relieved as she actually lets a small smile slip. He gets her to sit and buckles her in, quickly rounding the car. He starts driving almost immediately to not waste any other precious minute. He doesn’t know what he would do if he would see brock right now. “Where do you want to go now?”

“I don’t know.” She almost whispers, looking down on her wrist that she wrapped in frozen peas. “Where are you living?” Steve sighs, driving out of town. “Still in the motel, haven’t found anything, yet.” Y/N nods and looks out of the window for a moment, then she speaks up silently. “My grandma left me a house when she died half a year ago. I wasn’t there since we buried her. Brock doesn’t know of it.”

* * *

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“You alright?”

“Eh… Yeah, yeah, just had a memory. We were lucky that none of the neighbors called the cops on me.”

“They probably knew what an asshole he was.” Bucky shrugs and pulls on Steve’s hand to lead him to the door where Nat and Clint stand. “Well, Rumlow now knows where she is so you should make sure she doesn’t come back here for a while. Take her to a hotel or a friend.” Natasha looks around the house before she picks up the box Clint had put down. “I don’t know where to take her.” Steve frowns and runs a hand through his hair, the one that is not holding Bucky’s. “You can live with me.” Steve’s head snaps around to look at him. “Buck, we don’t want to impose on you. You probably have enough to do then-”

“No, it’s okay. You need to stay somewhere else and my house is big enough. I have two guest bedrooms you can use. And Magnolia probably would love another woman in the house. She likes to harass me and probably would like it if Y/N joins her. And a bonus is that this guy doesn’t know me, hence he won’t know where you are.”

“I don’t know, Buck.”

“Why not, Steve.” Clint looks at him with a shrug. “It’s a good idea. Better even since he doesn’t know of Barnes.” Clint grins at Bucky and he rolls his eyes at the call of his surname. Steve looks at Bucky for a while until the man places one hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s like a sleepover.”

“Okay.” Steve breathes with a small twitch of the corners of his mouth.

After that, Clint and Nat leave quickly, promising on staying in touch with them about the case. Bucky and Steve quickly pack the most important things from Y/N and Steve into three bags and throw them into Steve’s car. “I’m going to the hospital now. See how Y/N is.”

“Okay. Should I drive the truck and get the bags to my place?”

“Ehh…” Steve looks at his truck, the at Bucky’s bike. “How am I supposed to get her to your place without a car?”

“Right.” Bucky looks at his bike as well now. “Alright. I take my bike and sou text me when you’re on your way back. I get the bags inside and you focus on Y/N, yeah?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Steve smiles at Bucky, hoping everything will be fine. Bucky seems to see the worry because he takes both of Steve’s hands and places a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “It will be fine.” She smiles kindly, giving him another kiss before he walks away.

Steve really hopes that he’s right.

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Kinda angsty hc. Michelle is in the middle of a terror attack and gets injured svang a child from something. Peter is freaking out. You can sork with this How ever you want

OH MAN OH MAN DO I HAVE IDEAS FOR THIS NONSENSE…and also, YAS for MJ not getting kidnapped or some nonsense (although I kind of love that trope, too)…I love the idea of Michelle getting hurt because she is being badass and taking no shit

imagine if you will….

MJ knows that Peter is Spider-man, that is well-established and she is part of the golden trio (ie. Ned and Peter and Michelle) now…like any all Spider-man things that happen in Queens and sometimes even with the Avengers she’s on headset with Ned helping out

and that is how she knows things are going south during a terror attack on New York

some terror organization overseas has gotten a hold of some of Tony’s blueprints for the iron man suit and have mass produced them to terrorize the citizens of New York

the first suit attacks sometime after lunch and Peter and co. (now seniors) are evacuated from school and Peter is off before they can even think straight about how to help him

and Michelle is like DAMN IT PETER because, well, damn it Peter

he can’t just disappear, they need a game plan

by the time Ned and MJ get back to headquarters (ahem, Peter’s bedroom) shit has REALLY hit the fan

the Avengers are mobilizing in Mahattan and Peter is already in the thick of the action with War Machine, they tag team really well

Ned gets on his headset first and its almost too loud, like EXPLOSIONS LEVEL LOUD… “what the hell, Peter?”

and that little bastard disconnects them! which REALLY gets Michelle going. like, that was NOT the plan, Parker.

she tells Ned to get Peter back on the line however he can… (”how??” “hack the suit, Ned. I don’t know…FIGURE IT OUT!”)….and she is rushing out the door to get downtown to try and help however she can, it feels like a city emergency and there is no way there are enough police officers and ambulances to accommodate an attack of this size

by the time she gets downtown, which takes waaaaay too long, things are an actual mess. people are screaming, buildings are exploding and the occasional avenger swings overhead trying to take down one of the suits. the WHOLE Avengers team is there now but MJ can’t pay attention, really. they have super powers, they can handle themselves. its the bystanders she’s worried about.

she approaches the nearest ambulance and is like “HOW CAN I HELP?!” and they put shit in her hands and off she goes, bandages and bracing what she can and helping drag people out of the more dangerous zones to safe ones.

its a mess. she’s a mess. this is a mess.

that’s when she hears the cry….and just past the line into a dangerous zone she sees a little kid with a tuft of black hair standing out among the rubble

she goes running for the kid as police officers yell to stop her….because oh man oh MAN one of the drones is coming her way and she won’t be able to make it but MJ is not going to leave a little kid out there on her own, not today Satan.

she slides in the muck and coddles the kid against her chest, he’s screaming and crying which would usually irritate her but considering the circumstances she gets it, it’s allowed today of all days.

just beyond the safety zone she passes off the kid to a medic and feels good, feels great actually and then she doesn’t feel much at all. she tips forward and collapses into the ground. her body is screaming in profound pain, like someone or, well, something has shot her. her hands touch her side and it comes away with blood…her blood. oh. f u c k.

Peter doesn’t see this happen, doesn’t see her fall. he’s in the thick of battle. he’s fighting for his life, for the city’s life.

when the battle ends, when they win, he hears from Tony that the casualty count is a little less than a hundred and in a city of 8.5 million people that doesn’t feel like a terrible number…its not a great number, it will take a few months for the city to move forward, for things to be okay again, but they saved more people than lost them and at a certain point he’s learned to celebrate that

he calls Ned once he’s been debriefed and he gets the most frantic phone call of his life

“Peter! Oh my god, you’re alive.” “I’m sorry I hung up, I couldn’t concentrate.” “Is MJ with you?”

no sentence has ever terrified him more than that one

“w-what do you mean?” “she went downtown to help the injured, I guessed she would have found you.”

correction, that sentence is the most terrifying one of his young life. his whole stomach roars in discomfort.

“you haven’t heard from her?” “she’s not answering her phone.” “Ned, she’s not with me.” AND MJ ALWAYS, ALWAYS as a rule answers her phone. if she’s not…something bad…no he won’t even think about it….he can’t

he asks Karen to run diagnostics of all the nearby hospitals to see if they have any patients named Michelle Jones. she comes up with nothing and Peter panics even more. he changes out of his costume and goes running toward every ambulance he can find. nothing. no one knows who she is, or what she did.

until…he finds an officer that talking to a parent of a child who was saved by “a miraculous young woman, she took a shot in the side for your kid ma’am…you’re very lucky.” peter doesn’t know much but his gut tells him this is her, he’s not sure how he knows but he knows

he’s frantically pulling up his phone and shoving it in the officer’s face “is this the girl?” “yea, that’s her. you her boyfriend?” peter ignores that, “where is she?” “en route to New York Presbyterian”

he’s off again without so much of a thank you to the officer and he’s on his phone, calling Tony grief stricken… “Tony, Tony…I need your help.” his voice must be wrecked because he drops everything post-battle to listen to Peter and find MJ at the hospital….and before he knows it she’s being airlifted to the facility upstate to be treated by the Avenger’s doctors. so like, some of the best in the country.

when he finally can breathe again, when he’s on his way upstate in Tony’s car, he calls Aunt May and Ned to tell them what happened and where he’s going. he asks May to tell MJ’s parents where she is and that he’ll have Tony send them a car as soon as possible to get upstate.

it’s a long nine hours. whatever MJ got shot with did some real damage to one of her internal organs and, along with the Jones’, he’s sitting nearby the operation room. waiting. its torture.

sometime around two in the morning Aunt May and Ned arrive. its Aunt May that coaxes him into sleep, convinces him that he fought a city-wide battle today and that he’ll be of more use to MJ with a goodnight sleep under his belt. he doesn’t wanna leave but he’s convinced when Tony reminds him he can always just knock him out and force him to bed.

his room in the Avenger’s haedquarters is familiar and makes some things very apparent. like, the fact that almost all of his pictures tapped up on the wall have MJ in them. like…fuck…how long has this been going on? how long has he felt like this?? because he knows now how much he cares and it terrifies him. and he shouldn’t have had to almost lose her to know. he should have just….damn it.

the next morning Ned comes to find him a little after noon (he’s lowkey pissed they all let him sleep that late) to tell him that MJ is awake. her family has been with her all morning and she’s ready to see some other people if Peter’s ready. he throws on his clothes so fast it even startles him.

he rushes down the metal staircases and slides across the glass to the hospital wing and is about to burst FULL FORCE AHEAD into the room when he hears Tony just beyond the door… “-ortant you take care of yourself. he’d be devastated if something happened to you.”

PETER DOES NOT WANT TO BE GOSSIPED ABOUT so he charges into the room and all the eyes turn to Peter. ALL the eyes. why so many eyes??? why are all the Jones family, Nat, Aunt May, Natasha, Vision and Wanda all in here???? awkward.

MJ smiles at him, tho, and its suddenly all worth it.

Tony clears his throat and politely suggest everyone leave. Mrs. Jones kisses MJ on the head as everyone files out and then, just like that, they’re alone.

Peter sits in the chair next to her bed and the NERDS both start talking at once. cue awkward giggle. MJ shakes her head, “go on, I know you want to say it.”

and damn it, she’s right, “are you crazy? you could have died.” “but you’re allowed to go and risk your life?” “that’s different, i have literal super powers.” “Parker, it was my city, too.”

he shakes his head like she doesn’t get it because she doesn’t okay??? “I don’t care about the stupid city, MJ. I care about-” gulp.

she leans forward, “care about what?”

“you know what…”

“i wanna hear you say it.”

he finds some courage, “i care about you. if you die, what’s the point of all this?” he gestures around the room like he’s talking about the whole facility, like he’s talking about being an avenger. “i do this to protect the people I love.”

“love?” she stutters.

and peter wants to die. yepppppp. he’s so embarrassed. “it’s a figure of speech.” SURE IT IS PARKER. even Michelle knows better.

“i’m not going to sit on the sidelines,” she states like its fact. because, well, it is. “and you shouldn’t ask me to.”

“if you get hurt…if you die…i’ll….”

“you’ll what?” he leans over the bed and kisses her forehead, its a desperate source of connection. surprised, she tips her head up to look at him. “what was that for?”

“i was so worried.” “welcome to my life.” peter has the good grace to look somewhat embarrassed because yea, she’s right, he’s always risking his life.

she cracks him a smile and taps her lips, “you missed.” he startles, “w-what?” “you kissed my forehead, loser. you missed.” and she taps her lips again. impatient and expectant and just a touch embarrassed.

peter’s face breaks into a grin and he closes the gap between them, their lips barely brushing, the pair of them aware of her new stitches and bruises from the day before.

when they break apart, she knocks her nose against his, “i’m not going to be the kind of girlfriend that sits on the sidelines, Parker. if I have to worry about you, its only far that you get to worry about me.”

he kisses her again (because he wants to) “just be careful” she breathes against his mouth and its so sweet he can’t stop smiling, “ditto, spiderling.”

its not the last time MJ is in the thick of the fighting, she always goes to help when she can and it drives Peter crazy. but the best part of a battle is whenever he can collapse in her arms when the fighting is done.

and sure, she gets hurt, but so does he. and somehow it only makes them stronger.

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