Imagine a whumpee, strapped down and immobilized on a table, lying helpless in a darkened room. Weak and trembling, they can only manage a whimper of fear.
Imagine tubes connected to the veins in their arms, draining their blood away for some unknown purpose.
Imagine whumpee's blood collecting in vials that masked figures gather and remove without saying a single word.
And imagine whumpee's realization that, unless someone rescues them and soon, the extreme blood loss will surely kill them.
dying on a battlefield is such a good form of whump. is caretaker comforting someone from the other side? some enemy soldier who lies scared and bleeding out? does caretaker kneel by them and take their hand and promise that they won’t die alone?
or is whumpee caretaker’s companion? are they brothers in arms? has caretaker fought by whumpee’s side for months, and now accompanies them on their final journey — the one into death?
does the battle still rage on around them? is it violent and loud, and caretaker has to bend down and speak into whumpee’s ear in order to be heard, all the while hoping to avoid the ammo whizzing through the air?
or have things died down? is the battlefield covered in blood and corpses? is whumpee one of the last soldiers left alive, fighting valiantly to hold on, but soon to succumb in caretaker’s arms?
does caretaker make vows? reassurances?
that whumpee will be okay. that caretaker will pass on a message to whumpee’s family. that the battle will be won. that whumpee fought bravely.
does caretaker ask questions? is whumpee a stranger whose memory caretaker wishes to keep alive?
“what is your name?” “what do your friends call you?” “what would you have become, if you hadn’t followed this path?” “what waits for you at home?” “what brings you peace?”
or do they simply sit in silence? does caretaker press a tender kiss to whumpee’s forehead and caress their bloody face, because no words can fix this situation, and caretaker’s presence is enough to ease whumpee’s mind?
A character reaching through the cage bars trying desperately to reach their friend/lover/whatever who is bleeding out, but can barely get their fingertips to reach the others hand.
Summary: Wanda is forced to deal with the loss of her girlfriend Y/n and then her girlfriend Natasha too, but through thanks to time travel shes able to get the loves of her life back and start the family shes always dreamed of with them.
Warnings: somewhat graphic depictions of injuries, brief character death, loss/grief, angst(with happy end), canon typical violence
Boss/friend/parental figure carrying them into their private office and helping them onto the couch, Whumpee is set down a little too hard. "Aaagh", they whine as they sink into the cushions. Caretaker pacing back and forth as they try to figure out how to help Whumpee.
With a low drawn out groan, Whumpee presses a hand to the wound on their abdomen. As soon as they apply pressure, blood seeps through their fingers. They tense at the new wave of pain it brings them. "F-fu…" they gasp, cutting themselves off with a heavy exhale.
Letting their head fall back onto the couch, they shut their eyes and pant with a grimace etched onto their face. "Whumpee, we'll figure this out, I promise. Just hang in there for me. Okay?" The Caretaker pleads. Whumpee tries to steady their breathing.
Two characters collapsing onto the mattress - uncaring of their attire/the blankets that are still tucked in.
The caretaker laying on a backpack as a pillow to get some sleep, while the whumpee is passed out across the mattress.
The whumpee having no choice but to lay on the floor because the mattress is too soft/lumpy for their damaged back.
Tearing open plastic bags to protect the mattress from field surgery.
Leaving a tip for the housekeeping service as an apology for the mess.
The caretaker hesitantly leaving for food/other necessities.
The whole team, after rescuing the whumpee, lay on every inch of the double mattress as the whumpee doesn't want to be alone, and equally the team wants to make sure that the whumpee is okay/will pull through.
The caretaker waking up and wondering why the blanket feels damp - only to discover the whumpees stitches have been pulled/their bandage has been bled through/the whumpee failed to mention a severe injury.
The whumpee waking everyone up from a nightmare and apologising profusely. Bonus points if this character has always done everything in their power to hide these episodes.
The whumpee anxious about sleeping around other people because of their frequent nightmares.
Huddling for warmth because the heater is broken.
The AC is broken, and the whumpee is struggling through a fever - even the open window doesn’t help.
Using the small soaps the hotel offers to clean up, and hissing through the sting of scented soaps on their wounds.
The whumpee asking the caretaker to stay, so they climb in next to them.
The recently rescued whumpee having to be convinced they are safe; the caretaker does multiple sweeps of the room. Eventually they compromise by having the whumpee tucked into the caretakers side, and sleeping with the lights on.
With each passing, excruciating second, sidekick looks a little bit worse. As the pool of blood under his shoulder slowly expands, his face turns greyer, his frantic eyes more empty, and his skin colder. Hero presses his bloodstained hands over the wound, holding back a scream. A scream of frustration. A scream of pain that no matter what he does, no matter how much power he wills into his hands, nothing is working. Sidekick is bleeding out.
“Hold on,” hero begs, tears pricking at his eyes, “just hold on…I won’t let you die…”
Sidekick’s eyelids flutter open and closed. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a trickle of blood down the side of his mouth.
“Just hold on…” hero repeats. The lie tastes like metal on his tongue. At this rate, sidekick is going to die right here in the street.
“It’s really too bad, isn’t it?” comes a cool voice close by. Supervillain. Hero wants to turn and scream at him too. “If only you could heal him. But you can’t, can you?”
Horror turns hero’s blood to ice. The truth dawns on him like the sun on the end of the world.
“You did this. You cursed the wound so it can’t heal.”
“Ding ding ding!” supervillain crows, beaming. “Now you get to watch your precious little buddy die right in front of you. Fitting payback, don’t you think?”
Hero doesn’t have the words to answer. But as sidekick’s breathing gets shallower, he makes a silent vow.
He will destroy supervillain, no matter what it takes.