#Natasha 'set a hospital on fire' Romanoff

[book-place]

Accidents Happen

Warnings: hospitals, mentions of injuries, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

Request: Hi hi! Can you please do a avengers x little reader? R is 6 and maybe Natasha or peter drop her off at school but a few hours after school starts they get a call saying she had an accident and got injured badly. So the whole team shows up at the school to rush her to the Emergency room and the person who dropped R off feels really guilty but the R tells them it wasn't their fault (also could R be wise for her age?) Anyways thanks feel free to ignore this or change some things thank you!

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Nat blames herself for the accident you had at school that causes the entire team to rush to the hospital

A/N: I loved writing this

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Thank you, Nattie!” You called, scrambling out of the backseat and sending a wide, toothy grin to the redhead.

Natasha smiled at you fondly, “You’re welcome, n/n, have a good day.”

You closed the car door and turned on your heels hurrying towards the entrance, excited for school to start. The woman couldn’t help but chuckle, you’re the only kid she’s ever met that’s been happy to go learn, especially at six years old.

She watched from the car until the entrance door swung shut softly behind you before she put the car into drive once more and set off to begin her no doubt long day, though a soft smile still lingered on her lips from her interaction with you.

-•-

“Where the hell is she?”

“What’s going on?”

“Do you know who I am? I could have you fired with the snap of my fingers!”

“This place is full of so many puny humans, and yet not a single one of them is giving me a straight answer!”

The outraged roars of Earth’s mightiests heroes might not have been what anyone in the hospital was expecting in the middle of the day, but to be fair- they were beyond stressed and concerned. They had no idea what was going on, not really.

About fifteen minutes ago, Natasha had received a phone call from your school- her being your emergency contact- in the middle of a debrief with her teammates. The principal on the other side of the phone had been very vague as she informed the woman that she had been in an accident and was rushed in an ambulance to the nearest hospital, all but hanging up before Romanoff could fire off any one of the thousands of questions racing through her mind.

Chaos had followed that phone call, the avengers all scrambling around, trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible with no real direction as to what was going on.

So now, they stood in the lobby, anger and worry etched onto each of their faces respectively as they swung around in circles, demanding answers from any of the many people working there.

Bucky and Thor both looked seconds away from lunging towards the closest doctor and shaking them until they gave them an explanation and to point them in your direction.

Tony was sneering at every person that passed, trying to intimidate them while Steve tried to ask questions as calmly as he could. Clint looked seconds away from diving through the doors dedicated to doctors only.

The only one that was silent was Natasha. She stood in the middle of the chaos with her arms pulled around her stomach, face paler than normal and looking as though she might be sick.

She had dropped you off this morning. She had been the one to leave you at that school without a second thought. How could she not realize that something would go wrong? She always had a sixth about that kind of stuff.

And now, because of her lack of realization, you were somewhere in this vast building, lying in a hospital bed, all alone- probably scared. And she didn’t even know if you were alright.

“Miss. Romanoff?”

The voice automatically silenced all of the avengers and they all whipped in the direction of it.

The doctor who spoke, to her credit, didn’t look the least bit intimidated at being stared down by the people, instead glanced down at her clipboard, “You’re here to see Y/n L/n, correct?”

Natashas head immediately bobbed up and down, moving forward, fear gripping her heart, “Is she okay?”

A sympathetic and reassuring smile appeared on the woman’s face, “She’s going to be fine,” She assured the group.

Everyone's muscles immediately loosened and Natahsa felt a shaky breath leave her lips as fear's grip loosened a bit on her heart.

“What happened?” Tony demanded, still not fully convinced.

With an incline of her head, the avengers all piled after the doctor as she led them through the workers only door, “She was in an accident at school. Apparently she had been trying to jump to the monkey bars at recess, but misjudged the distance and landed at the wrong angle on the metal pole of the jungle gym, hitting her head. She was knocked out, so the school called us. She has a concussion, but she’ll be fine in a few weeks if you take the proper precautions. We can discuss those later.”

There it was again, the fear and worry and guilt that was consuming the redheads entire being. She could tell by their reactions that her team was feeling the same.

“Right in here.” The doctor cast them one last smile before leaving them at the door of your room.

Immediately, Bucky all but threw the door open and everyone rushed in, crowding into the small room.

Natahsa pulled up short at the sight of you, lying in the hospital bed, looking smaller than normal surrounded by all the big equipment in the oversized bed.

You turned your head with wide eyes at the sound of footsteps, but relaxed into a smile when you saw who it was.

“Hi, guys,” You piped happily- as if nothing happened- but your voice was a bit weaker than normal.

“Oh, n/n,” Nat breathed out, immediately falling to your side, crouching down, grasping your hand in hers and squeezing it, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, smiling up at the woman, “I’m fine, my head just hurts.”

The woman frowned, smoothing back your hair from your forehead, “Do you need anything?”

Apparently, the team had caught onto Romanoffs feelings of guilt a while ago, because they exited the room at that moment, knowing that they should give her some space with you for a few minutes to sort through her emotions. They hated leaving you, but knew you would always be safe as long as Natasha was around.

You shook your head- slowly so as to not hurt yourself more, “I’m fine.” You promised, “I’m happy you’re all here.”

A shaky breath once again slipped from the woman's lips, “I’m so sorry,” Her eyes were welled up with tears.

It was then your turn to frown, confusion pulling your eyebrows down, “For what, Nattie?” You had no idea what she was talking about.

“If I hadn’t left you today, if I had known that something was wrong, I never would’ve left you.” A single tear slipped down her cheek as she squeezed her eyes shut and put your still intertwined hands to her forehead.

You squeezed her hand once, “It’s not your fault, Nattie, you couldn’t have known.” You were smiling kindly at her now.

“But-”

You shook your head stubbornly, a trait she often wondered if you got it from her, “It’s not your fault. It could’ve happened to anyone and there’s no way to tell if or when it’ll happen. Accidents happen.” You insisted.

A shaky huff of a laugh left her lips as she pressed a kiss to your forehead, “When did you get so wise?”

A wide grin appeared on your face, “I always have been, you’re just noticing now.”

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[worstloki]

if the fact that loki was being controlled by the mind stone is irrelevant why isn't anon also mad at Clint and selvig for their roles?

I just think it’s weird that Thanos is a malicious force and the Other is a malicious force and the mind stone is actively shown to make people hostile but nooOOOoo Loki who at the very least was being held for a year and tortured during it and had to be given the sceptre to do a bad thing needs to ‘take responsibility’. As if he wasn’t ready to accept death and then didn’t literally take the life sentence he unfairly got.

If we’re saying everyone is responsible for what they do regardless of context, and that somehow makes the characters irredeemable, then there’s no one left on the Avengers.

#Wanda and Pietro are prime examples here #they’re considered redeemed are they not? #Natasha Romanoff!!!!! she set a hospital on fire and that was all her wasn’t it? sorry Red Room whomst? #HYDRA? no!! it was all Bucky!! #you can argue that mind control and being influenced are different of course (that’s what I go with) #but Loki was still being tortured and threatened and idk I feel like compliance at that is understandable #I’m not even saying everyone has to agree that he’s forgivable but acknowledge canon? #I’ve seen takes that go ‘Loki should’ve died under torture if he was so good’ and like??????? ok. #it’s wild

[rendevousz]

little hacker

avengers x fem!teen!reader

characters: brief clint barton, tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker

summary: you hacked into tony's systems and he, along with the team, track you down.

warnings: mentions of death and a car crash, hacking written by someone who has no idea how it works

word count: 3241

note: hi um this is my first oneshot on tumblr i hope you like it!!

you were 14 when you first met the avengers. your family had gotten into a tragic car accident and you were the only one who made it out alive, leaving you in excessive guilt and burden; guilt because you were the only one granted a second chance at life and burden because you had to live your life, barely scraping by as you were dropped the responsibility of taking care of your sick grandmother.

at 11, where all that the kids your age had to worry about was whether their pocket money was enough to get themselves an after-school snack, you worried whether or not the money left to your name was enough to survive.

at 11, where girls worried about their changing bodies and asked their mothers about it, you had to figure it all out yourself and with the help of your trusty laptop, the only gadget you had, one that your dad had gifted to you after you had gotten 100s for all your tests at age 8. he thought you were his little prodigy and figured a laptop would treat you well. you took care of it well because while you didn't want to spend the last of your money left, —that was specifically set aside for your grandmother's hospital bills— you wanted to hold on to the laptop for as long as you could, as a reminder of your loving father, as well as the memories the item held, after you've watched movies with pretty much all of your passed family members on that laptop at different points in your life. that was why whenever the thing lagged due to how much you've been using it, you almost always figure out how to fix it until it was good as new.

at 12, while your classmates had their parents to protect them when they were out at night, you feared for your life whenever you were out past dark. which led you to learning self defence from youtube videos. you learned them pretty quickly and with your sharp-wittedness, you no longer feared to be out at night. you even had the honours of trying out your skills when some men thought they could get you just because you were smaller than them.

at 12, where kids your age were having fun, enjoying their childhood, you had no choice but to be mature and think for the good of yourself and your sick grandmother. you were forced to grow up and you were probably more mature and intelligent than the rest of your classmates combined.

and at 13, you realised that money wasn't going to grow on trees and the money you were left with wasn't going to last forever. it had to last until you were old enough to work. but with your grandmother's condition getting worse and worse, you were forced to drop out of school. you were upset because you loved it. you loved knowledge. but family came first and the only thing that your knowledge increased on was on computers.

which led to you being able to hack into tony stark's bank account at only 14. you had no other choice than to steal money and who better to steal it from than a guy whose pocket change could probably last you another five years or so? you knew who tony stark was, the whole world knows who he is. and you thought that maybe he would be too preoccupied with his alter ego saving the whole world, along with his group of earth's mightiest heroes that he wouldn't notice the tiny bit of money you'd stolen from him.

of course the billionaire had been alerted immediately by his AI when you'd accessed into his systems. "security breach?" he exclaimed, immediately dropping the tool he was tinkering his suit with in his lab.

he spent about 3 minutes, that was how long you took touring around in his systems, observing what you did in it. he watched as you did nothing about the highly confidential information he had and instead, stole....5 grand from his bank account? that was barely a scratch to his account. what was going on?

he had requested FRIDAY to track down the hacker, mainly because he was perplexed that someone had hacked into his well protected system just to steal a tiny bit of money but it seems that even FRIDAY couldn't track down where it came from.

he told the team and it was then that everyone worried how dangerous the hacker could possibly be.

"who steals just 5 grand after hacking into a billionaire's bank account?" clint frowned after tony had explained the whole situation. "i mean, if i managed to hack into your systems, i'd do way more than just steal a couple bucks."

"exactly. and who knows? they might just be waiting for the right moment to install dangerous malware into the system and until we find the culprit, they're roaming somewhere out there with all our confidential information right at the tip of their fingers. if they decide to use it against us..." tony trailed off, for once having a worried expression on his otherwise nonchalant face. he's never been this clueless about what to do with any sort of technical issues concerning the avengers or himself.

you on the other hand, after getting complacent that you weren't caught, kept doing so for the next couple months or so. you had no ill intentions, just trying to scrape by. the whole situation puzzled tony. he didn't care how much you've taken from him in total now, you were right; it was merely pocket change to him. but you were still considered a threat since you had free access to his systems and he didn't even know who you were or where you were.

that was until you made a tiny mistake, one that if tony wasn't spending every waking moment trying to track you down he wouldn't have noticed. and though it was a small mistake, it certainly was going to change how things ran from then on.

that afternoon, after having just gotten back from visiting your grandmother at the hospital, you were planning to get more money from the billionaire's bank account at the comfort of your own home. god, hospital bills were expensive. once you had had a little snack, you settled down on the couch and opened your laptop. but being the quick-witted person you were, before the screen in front of you lit up, you saw movement from behind you.

your heart raced. you could handle fighting people but those usually happened in alleys at nighttime. this was in your home, your safe place. you made sure to lock the doors and there weren't fire escapes outside your windows so how did the intruder get in?

you could tell they were trying to be inconspicuous to get to you and so you let them. you let the person think that they were going to get you without a fight but when they were right behind you, you swiftly turned your body around and jumped over the couch. the masked intruder let out a surprised yelp and the two of you fought for a bit. before you knew it, you had them pinned under you in just ten seconds.

"wha– how– what?" it sounded like a boy. you looked down at him and noticed his red and blue spandex suit. you frowned. wasn't this the friendly neighbourhood spiderman guy or something? why was a superhero breaking into your home?

he was coughing from your knee pressing down onto his chest and you lifted it slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough to escape. he seemed grateful though because he muttered a seemingly embarrassed 'thanks'.

"get off the kid or i'll blast you off of him myself."

you look up and saw the iron man repulsor aimed right at you, and obviously iron man himself was standing right there in the middle of your small apartment. behind him stood a redhead, who you knew as the black widow, aiming a pistol at you, and a man with a shield, captain america. the spiderboy must've come in through the window and unlocked the door for them.

when you made eye contact with steve, he frowned in confusion. you looked way too young to be the culprit they had expected. he muttered a quiet 'wait, what?' before tony stark revealed himself, his iron man faceplate opening.

"um...kid? where are your parents? or guardian? we need to see them because there's been some highly illegal activity coming from this address." the man in the suit spoke. you stayed still, knee still pressing against the boy under you, frowning at the adults in the room. they noticed your apprehensiveness and slowly lowered their weapons. "we're not here to hurt you, you can release the boy now," steve told you gently.

you usually weren't one to trust easily but since these people were known superheroes, you reluctantly stood up, still anxious of the possibilities of what they could do to you. the spiderboy got up too and dusted his back, before going to stand next to steve. you were confused as to why these heroes were breaking in your home until you remembered what you had been up to for the past weeks. how could you forget when that was the only reason you were still surviving?

your eyes widened with fear when they met tony's soft ones. he looked at you with such care and worry that you were reminded of your late dad. the man in front of you wasn't the arrogant man you've watched on youtube. you felt bad for stealing from him now. you used to think that he deserved it, despite how little you took compared to how much he had. the man knelt down before you so he didn't appear so big in front of you, seeing your frightened expression. little did he know you were frightened for a totally different reason.

"anyone else living here, kid? because i tracked down this address and someone has been stealing money from me. i might need to have a little talk with them." he explained, looking around the house. you fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously, scared of what would come once you came clean about your actions. you were scared you were going to be taken in for juvenile crime but you were also scared of the consequences of lying straight to their faces. so you took a deep breath before deciding to just tell the truth.

"t–that would be me, sir." you admitted in a small voice, avoiding eye contact with the billionaire you had been stealing from. a few shocked looks from the team and an incredulous 'what?' from tony had you biting the inside of your cheeks in fear.

"i'm truly sorry about that, sir. i..." you trailed off, debating whether or not to justify your actions because you thought that he might not even want to listen to it. "i had to pay off my grandmother's hospital bills because she is very sick. my family died a few years ago in a car crash and i was the only one who made it. i was left some money to my name but having to survive on that along with paying off nana's bills, it was bound to run out. i...i thought that since you were a billionaire, stealing a few thousands wouldn't matter to you...i'm so sorry, sir. i– i'll start working to pay you back.." you stuttered out, holding your hands together so it would minimise the shaking.

tony's mouth opened and closed, like fish out of water, not knowing what to say to you. he stood up and you were on the verge of breaking down right then and there, feeling as small as you did before he knelt before you. "p–please don't report me, sir. i– i don't know what would happen to my nana if you do.. i swear to you that i didn't mess with your other files. i only accessed the system for your bank account and that was it. i have no ill intentions, please don't report me.." you were now the one kneeling down in front of him, begging.

the team were flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before them and tony was quick to get you off your knees, which scared you even more because the death grip of his metal hands on your forearms had your mind running wild at the millions of possibilities of what he would do to you. was he going to kill you and leave you somewhere that people were never going to find your body? or was he going to dispose of you and use his power to remove you permanently from the system so no one came looking for you? he had the power to ruin your life and you feared that.

snapping you out of your mental breakdown, he spoke softly. "hey, it's okay." and that was when you realised the 'death grip' he had on your forearms had only been your paranoia getting the best of you. he was barely even touching you. your teary eyes looked up at his soft, brown ones in fear.

then he smiled at you.

"it's okay. i understand the reason why you did what you did. you're a good kid, your nana is so lucky to have you. what's your name?" he knelt down before you once again, knowing that him standing tall in his iron man suit terrified you. "y/n." you responded timidly.

"how old are you, y/n?" this time, it was steve who asked. you had forgotten that there were other people in the room, too consumed by your fear for your life a few moments ago. "i'm fourteen, mr america, sir." you whispered out, the sight of captain america in person intimidating you until you saw a kind smile on his face.

"you're pretty young to be doing what you've been doing, y/n. are you aware that you're the first person to be able to hack into my heavily protected, supposedly impenetrable network? many have tried to do so and failed, and they were really smart people too. have you been doing this for a while?" tony asked.

"um...my father gifted me this laptop when i was 8 because i did exceptionally well in school. he believed i was a child prodigy and let me have a laptop since he knew my studies wouldn't be affected by the distraction of entertainment. i used to only hack into games to cheat my way up the ranks but only recently i tried something else since i had nothing better to do and i've been out of school for a while now. i knew you were a billionaire so i tried just for the heck of it and surprised myself when i got in on the first try. and then i saw your bank account details and i really needed money so i stole some... again, i'm so sorry about that." you apologised, looking down at your feet.

he couldn't believe it. you were just messing around and you managed to get into his system? you, a mere fourteen year old who was out of school, managed to single handedly do what geniuses around the world had failed to do?

he was initially just going to have a talk with the hacker, and in case they were dangerous and had backup, he brought his own. but bringing steve, natasha and peter proved to be unnecessary when the culprit turned out to be you.

"where did you learn those moves?" natasha stepped closer towards you. you looked up at the redhead, noticing the glare she had on you when she aimed her pistols at you was replaced with curiosity.

you fiddled with the hem of your shirt even more, embarrassed to tell her that you learned to fight from a couple of youtube videos when she had gotten years of actual training. you were pathetic compared to her. "i, um, i learned them from some youtube videos."

her eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. you hadn't gotten professional training yet you moved like you had. peter had superhuman strength, agility and endurance yet you took him down in under ten seconds. sure it may have been a disadvantage to peter because he was caught off guard but he should've been able to take you down still.

now was tony going to let the chance of a lifetime slip by? no, of course he was immediately thinking of recruiting you. your dad had been right about you being a prodigy. you adapted to new skills quickly and you were perfect for recruitment.

"hey kid, wanna be an avenger?"

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. steve immediately turned to him, an incredulous look on his face as he glared dangerously at the billionaire. "stark, you wanna think about this for a minute?"

"thank about what, cap? you saw what she did to the spiderling. and she successfully hacked into my system on her first try and we took weeks to trace her. romanoff back me up here," he saw how impressed natasha was by you and he knew the redhead wasn't going to disagree. "stark's right, steve. she's only fourteen and she's capable of so much already. we need someone like her."

"exactly! she's only fourteen! this life is dangerous for her!" steve argued. peter then tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "hey, mr rogers, i'm a sixteen-year-old avenger and she took me down easily. not gonna lie, it hurt my pride, also my back when you flipped me over your shoulder," he turned to you but you didn't say anything because you couldn't see his facial expression. "but i think she's going to be okay, sir."

steve sighed before turning to you, the defeated expression on his face softening when you looked up at him with your doe eyes and a small smile. you didn't answer to tony just yet since it seemed that steve had a say in it as well but you were dying to say yes. not only were you not going to be reported for your crimes but to be recruited by iron man himself to be an avenger? who could say no to that? not you, at least, since you had nothing better to do with your life at the moment.

"well, what do you say, kid?"

your smile grew and you nodded happily. the team couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy you looked for the first time since they've encountered you.

"well, you should go pack your important stuff so we can go back to the tower. you're going to be moving in if you're an official member of the avengers." tony told you and you nodded, walking towards your room to start packing while the team sat on the couch to wait for you.

"wait, what's going to happen to my nana?" you turned back towards them, worry etched onto you face. "don't worry about it, kid. you can give me the details later and i'll settle it. she'll be in good hands." he assured. "okay." you mumbled in response.

you were actually going to be an avenger. "awesome.." you grinned to yourself as you packed.

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[cjsinkythoughts]

FATWS One Shot #6 - No One Said Anything About a Metal Arm

Word Count: 2011

Warnings: Explosions, Gunshots, The Winter Soldier, Implied Death, Stevie Almost Crying

Setting/Characters: Towards the End of Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes; Mentions of Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola

A/N: This one took me a while to write and I’ll tell you why. Rewatching this movie made me want to do a complete rewrite of it. I had so many ideas of where the reader could be and why and what she was doing then and all that. But…I told myself this is a One Shot of her unofficially meeting Bucky for the first time. Which is why it seems incomplete - because it kinda is - it’s just that scene picked from the movie. Am I happy with it? Eh. Am I holding back from writing more parts and just saying “forget this piece, it never happened”? Maybe. But, I can’t. I wish I could. But if I were to rewrite this movie, I’d rewrite the next one. And the next one. And it would take me months to finish these. So…this is what you’re getting.

Also, NO ONE MENTION WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN A COUPLE HOURS! I’M THIS CLOSE TO FREAKING OUT!

Thanks! As always, it’s not beta’d, so please excuse mistakes! Enjoy reading, be kind to yourselves and others, and stay tuned!

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Sitting on the edge of the old dam was calming. Peaceful, even. The constant sound of the flowing water, the trees swaying in the slight breeze. It was nice to take a breath after everything that had gone down the past week.

To say you were worried was an understatement. The last time you saw Steve was the evening after you met Sam. He dropped you off at your place, refusing your invitation to stay saying that he should probably check on his apartment since he hadn’t been there in a while.

A lot had changed since then.

Steve was wanted by SHIELD, along with Natasha. Fury was considered dead, but was actually still kicking in the structure beneath your feet with the help of you and Hill. You had tried to go after Steve, but it was too risky. Pierce - who you were almost 100% certain was behind this whole thing - had been keeping a close eye on you since Steve ran away, knowing you’d be behind him. You tried to catch the blonde at the hospital, but you were seconds too late, meeting up with Natasha who told you STRIKE already took him away for questioning.

You had been called by Hill and she told you what had happened. Fury had asked for your help specifically, considering the amount of times you’d had to fake your own death while being undercover. And you’d been dealing with that ever since.

You had wanted to go get the three of them - you learned Sam joined Steve and Natasha, which somehow didn’t surprise you - but Hill refused, saying you needed to stay there just in case.

But Fury was fine, no one was coming, which is how you found yourself swinging your legs above a hundred feet of rushing water.

It didn’t last long. A car pulling up to the side entrance caught your eye and you immediately swung your legs around to rush towards the stairs. It’s not like you haven’t gone longer without seeing Steve before. You’d gone months without seeing him. It was your job. But this was different. Whether it was because for the first time he was the one who left or because he was on the run from the organization you worked for, you didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew was you needed to see him. Make sure he was okay.

It took you a while to get there, all the stairs and corners and twist and turns. You got there just as Fury ended his explanation, hearing him tell the trio, “can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides…I wasn’t sure who to trust.”

Your footsteps were echoing and you were sure Steve heard you but when you entered the room, his eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening. “Honey?”

“Oh thank fucking God.” You breathed out, jogging over to squeeze him tightly. 

“Y/N…” He murmured in your hair, hugging you tightly back. “What happened? Why are you here?”

Pulling back, you jerked your thumb over your shoulder to the director. “I’m saving his ass.” Your finger then jabbed into his firm chest, your lips falling into a frown. “And worrying about yours. Are you okay?”

“I am. Natasha got shot, but she’ll live.”

You looked over at Natasha, who nodded in confirmation, before looking back into those azure eyes of Steve’s. “What happened? Pierce is keeping a tight lid on everything. I was gonna come find you, but I couldn’t because he was watching me. It’s a miracle I got away from them to help Nicky boy. I haven’t gone out since. But, honest, I was gonna-”

“Honey, honey. You’re rambling again.” Steve chuckled, hand resting on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’ve been safe here. Pierce is behind this whole thing-”

“Yeah, I figured that-”

“-It’s HYDRA, Y/N.”

You froze. “What? HYDRA? Whaddya mean?”

Steve nodded. “HYDRA’s what’s been infiltrating SHIELD. It’s a long story, but Zola continued it when he was hired for-”

“Operation Paperclip. Yeah, I remember learning about that.” You ran a hand over your face. “Okay…” You hummed, looking at the three of them. “Let’s…talk about it more in a little bit. I know we gotta act soon, but Natasha and Fury need to heal a little bit longer and you should get some rest. You look tired.”

Everyone seemed to agree with your statement, starting to disperse from the room. You started walking out, too, when Steve grabbed your bicep and pulled you aside, down the hall a ways away. You opened your mouth, only for him to pull you into his chest.

“I’m really glad you’re okay.”

You nodded, lightly scratching his back, your arms around his slim waist. “I’m glad you are too.” You could feel how tense he was, which was understandable considering what he’d gone through the past couple days. But there was something else. Something in the grip he had on your shirt. The way his heart was hammering against your chest. His erratic breathing and his ducked head. You pulled away to catch his jaw between your fingers, eyes scanning the anguish in his own. “Bubba? What’s wrong?”

It took a moment for him to answer, his eyes growing sadder with every second that passed. “It was Bucky.”

“What?” You felt like the air was knocked out of you. “What do you mean?”

“The Winter Soldier. The assassin who shot Fury. The one who tried killing us on the bridge. It was Bucky. It is Bucky. I saw him, Y/N. I saw his face. It’s him. He survived. When they experimented on him, it must’ve…God, I’m so…I didn’t even notice…I didn’t even check…I left him…” he shook his head, which fell to your shoulder. “Stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“No, no.” You shook your head quickly, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you twisted to kiss the hinge of his tense jaw. “It wasn’t your fault, Steve.” You mumbled softly, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. He fell thousands of feet, Stevie. You wouldn’t have found him even if you did.”

HIs grip on your hips tightened. “But I didn’t even try.” His voice broke on that last word. “And how could I not notice something going on with him? There were two years between being experimented on and falling. How-?” Voice catching in his throat, he stopped talking to stop himself from crying. You knew he hated crying.

“You can’t do anything about past Bucky.” You reminded him gently. “But you can help him now.”

“He didn’t even remember me.”

“Then make him.”

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To say you were pissed was an understatement. “I’ve been doing undercover stuff for years! This is a piece of cake!”

Steve shook his head. “You’ll be more helpful with Hill. You know more about Project Insight than me, Sam, and Natasha.”

“Bullshit, Steven! You just don’t want-”

“Honey, please.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him as he gave you those fucking puppy eyes, his dumb pink lips stuck in a pout. Letting out a rather aggressive puff of air, you looked away. “Fine. But I hate you.”

He beamed and nodded. “I can live with that.”

“Okay.” You glanced at the others. “You all ready?”

“Let’s get these sons of bitches.” Sam stated, making the final adjustments to the wings.

Natasha gave a smirk. “As long as you are.”

Turning back to Steve, you raised an eyebrow, waiting for the captain’s orders. He nodded. “Let’s head out.”

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“There’s a problem on the flight deck.” Hill informed you, looking at the alert. 

“Alright. I’ll-”

“Stay with Hill!”

You rolled your eyes at Steve’s voice through the comms. “Sorry, Cap. You’re breaking up.”

“I know I’m not, Y/N! I’m serious! Stay there!”

But you were already moving towards the flight deck. “I’m not gonna sit on my ass here, Rogers! Hill’s got it covered! I’m just gonna go check it out!”

“Honey-!”

“Bubba!”

The line went quiet and for a moment you thought you lost connection. “Please stay safe.”

You let out a sigh at his quiet pleads, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “That goes for you, too, Steve.”

By the time you got out there, most of the jets were in flames, pilots and crew members scattered around the deck. You scanned the wreckage, trying to find the source-

A gunshot made your head whip to the side. Found it. Or, more accurately, him.

He was standing on top of one of the jets, gun pointed down at the pilot that was sitting in it. Before he could slip in the cockpit, though, you took out your gun and fired at him. Even though you knew who he was, when he looked at you it made your blood run cold. It was confirmation - not that you didn’t trust Steve - but still. Seeing is believing. yet seeing the same eyes you’d seen sparkling up at you from pictures now staring you down, void of any emotion? It was hard to believe it was the same person.

“Oh shit. Bubs?”

“What?! What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”

You took a couple steps back as the Winter Soldier, no. Bucky - Steve’s Bucky - strode towards you. “Uh…nothing, nothing. I just I, uh, found your Bucky.”

“Y/N, get outta there now! I told you to stay with Hill!”

“Fuck!” You dove out of the way as the assassin started shooting at you. “Now’s not the time for reprimanding, Steven!”

You tuned out his cursings so as to not get distracted when you became engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with the fucking Winter Soldier.

“Hi.” You grunted, ducking under his arm and throwing a kick at him, faking it at the last second. Except, he’d already grabbed your ankle. But you did kick him with your other foot. But…he didn’t really move and it made you fall back, so…fail. You let out a grimace when the wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t lay there for long as he moved to slam his foot down. You rolled out of the way, swinging your legs up to hit him in the back of the knee. “Nice to finally meet you.”

He growled as Sam exclaimed, “are you seriously chatting with him?”

“It’s mostly one sided - dammit!” The both of you had gotten on your feet again, and you tried hooking your left knee around his left shoulder to tug him down, but he had slammed you against a jet, your leg stretched in a very uncomfortable position as your free foot stood on your toes. He had his metal arm - which no one had informed you about and you were kinda salty about it - against your throat, his other hand coming up in a fist.

Bouncing on your toes a bit, you finally lifted your free leg up to knee him in the side of his face, making you wince slightly at the stretch and the burn in your left thigh, which was the only thing besides his metallic limb holding you up against the jet.

He stumbled to the side, throwing you by the leg on his shoulder. You went sprawling against the pavement, a hiss leaving your lips at the serious roadburn you no doubt just got. Sitting up quickly, not wanting him to get the upper hand, you let out a breath seeing him swiftly moving into the cockpit of the jet he just had you pinned against.

“Guys…he’s…heading your way…just a…heads up. Also…thank you. It was nice…to fucking know…about the metal arm…beforehand. I’m just gonna…rest here for a minute…”

“You’re not hurt too bad, are you?”

“No, Cap. No, just…gonna be aching for a while. Ugh…” Begrudgingly, you got up to your feet. “I think I’m gonna…go back and chill with Maria.”

“Told you so.”

“Shut up, finish your job, and don’t die, Rogers! And next time, please, for the love of God, mention the metal arm!”

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Fall Again

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff 

Word Count: 3,856

Summary:

Notes: I hope this what you were looking for.

Warnings: Depressive thoughts and talks of dying.

The faint sound of buzzing filled your ears as the man sitting before you droned on and on. His words are meaningless beyond the first sentence. ‘The tests came back positive, I’m sorry, you have cancer.’ Words that had instantly filled you with a certain hollowness you had never expected. As if your entire being tried to comprehend the words. As your mind tried to wrap itself around the idea that you were dying. Causing everything else to simply fade away into a static background. Simple white-noise to your predestined existence. Even still bits and pieces slice through like knives. Cutting you open to the world that you would never experience in the same way again. Leaving you exposed and bleeding without any semblance of protection. 

The sound of the hospital filtered through your ears. Shuffling of feet and the distant voices of doctors and nurses speaking to one another. An overabundance of cheer and hope floating through the halls like air, but you could now detect the underlying sense of despair. The darkness that festered beneath the light pretenses of the spotless halls. A feeling that only seemed to come to the dying. The beautiful lies become a painful truth. You simply stared straight ahead at all the degrees hanging proudly on the wall. All mocking you, because no matter how many awards your doctor may have-- nothing could ever truly cure you. Nothing could stop your body from tearing itself apart. Nothing could stop the suffering you were going to experience. His words mean nothing more to you than the mindless chatter you hear on the subway. 

‘I believe we caught it early, which is a good sign.’

‘You’re going to have to start radiation immediately.’

‘If we don’t get ahead of this thing… I’m afraid there’s not much else we can do.’

Turning, you finally meet the warm gaze of the man that was trying to save your life. Your mouth opens in hopes that your brain just knew what to say. That a few simple words would stop the spinning of the room. That your entire world would make sense again. 

Nothing came out. 

You simply stared at the man, with your mouth slightly open, as silence settled over the two of you. An oppressive silence that spoke more than either of you ever could. Brown eyes staring into yours with compassion and understanding. Lowering your head, you could feel the way your body seemed to wilt. Your shoulders slumping as you canted forward. Normally graceful hands, fumbling to get a grip on your knees. Anything to keep you anchored. To keep your thoughts on the current moment. On what was happening right now. You didn’t want them to stray to your future. To what you knew was coming for you. 

You didn’t want to think about the fact that you were dying. That you would be dead sooner than you ever thought possible. 

You had always known that with the life you lived you more than likely wouldn’t live to see your elder years. But you had always thought you would at least go out on your terms. Either a fire-fight where you were protecting your team or protecting innocent life. You had never thought that the true enemy all along was your own body. That it had been biding its time to finally land a crippling strike-- God did it land one. 

Closing your eyes, you try to stem the oncoming tears. You hated to cry in public when you were near strangers. You hated to look weak to people that didn’t know you. To people that would judge with their own preconceived notions. Nothing was going to stop the onslaught, however. Not as images of the ones you loved came flashing across your mind. 

Tony’s snarky voice filtering through your ears as if he was in the room with you. His teasing tone filling you with warmth. He always knew how to make you forget all your troubles. 

Steve’s warm smile as he looked up at you over the newspaper. His blue eyes crinkling with happiness as he offered you a mug of coffee. Having learned how you liked it long ago.

Bruce’s calming presence as he sat beside you as you read. A companionable warmth shared between the two of you.

Thor’s booming laugh as you told him a joke that you had heard. Easy conversation passing between you both as you shared joke after joke-- as well as ale, of course. 

Clint’s grin as you cooked together. His shoulder bumping into yours with the ease of someone who had done it a hundred times over. 

Vision’s practical words always seemed to make you chuckle. As you always found his no-nonsense ways both endearing and amusing. 

Then Natasha and Wanda appeared and the choked feeling in your throat only grew. Their green eyes sparkling with all the love in the world. Wanda’s open grin filling you with the same amount of warmth as Natasha’s half-smile. The laughter that so easily flowed between the three of you. Your body naturally wedged between them both as you tried to get as close as possible-- though that never seemed to be close enough. 

Clenching your hands, you try to ignore the way your heart broke all over again. Try to ignore the fact that not only your heart was going to be broken by the end of the day. That the two women that held your heart had already lost too much. And now… they may lose you too. 

A simple fact that caused a choked sob to escape your mouth. You want nothing more than to go to a time where this was the simple case of the flu. When the only reason you had gone to the doctor was because of worried green eyes tracking you wherever you went. Even when you had done everything to reassure them that you were fine. Their worry, their fear, had been the tipping point. 

“How long?”

It took you a moment to realize you had been the one that spoke. As the voice that had broken through the silence sounded nothing like your own. It was weak… feeble… everything you strived not to be. And even as the question hung between the two of you, you weren’t sure you wanted an answer. You weren’t even sure what had caused you to ask in the first place. 

You weren’t sure about a lot of things anymore. 

“With what we’ve seen? I’m afraid that if you don’t start treatment as soon as possible you’ll be dead within a few months.” The words only cause your stomach to drop even more. “However, I am confident that we caught it early enough. That, with the treatment, you may be able to make a full recovery.” 

A sardonic smile twists your mouth. “And if I don’t? I’ll end up dying as something I’m not, right? A shell of who I used to be.” 

“Yes,” he agrees softly. “But would you rather take the chance of living? Or succumb to your body’s wishes of death?” 

His words echo like a mantra as you make your way back towards the Tower. Your eyes are taking in the landscape of New York City. The bustling of life that always permeated the streets. Whether it’s children pulling their parents excitedly to the next store or a businessman that was rushing to his next meeting-- New York City never seized in its constant state of motion. No matter what happened amid its confines nothing ever seemed to disturb that simple fact.

If you were to die tomorrow nothing would truly change. The shops would still open in the early recesses of the morning. Taxis and other means of transportation would still rush through the streets looking for passengers. There would still be the distant wails of ambulances on their way to the hospital. Life would go on as it always had. The world wouldn’t stand still simply because you were no longer in it. Even if yours had the moment you had heard the news. 

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you stand and follow the line of people that were getting off. Your feet touching the rough pavement of the sidewalk with a hollow thud. With your hands stuffed into the pockets of your coat, you make your way through the throngs of people. Ignoring some of the looks you received once people recognized who you were. You weren’t in the mood to socialize. You also weren’t in the mood to dismiss the people that looked up to you. You knew what it was like to be dismissed by the people who you used to idolize-- your own personal heroes. You didn’t want that to ever happen to anyone that felt the same way towards you. 

So, you just kept your head down and plowed through the bustling streets of New York. Towards the beckoning light of Avengers Tower. The great A situated on its side a beacon for home and safety. The dull echoing of your footsteps on the marble floor of the lobby as you bypass security. Your mind somewhere else entirely as you make your way up towards the communal floor of the Tower. Only the soft sound of the elevator pulled you out of your reverie. Announcing that you had arrived at your destination. 

Following the faint sounds of voices, your body follows the well-worn path to the kitchen. Taking in everything as you near the entrance-- trying to remember everything as it was before the fallout that you knew was about to happen. From the faint crack along the sidewall of the living room that had appeared when Thor had ‘tripped’ while playing Nerf Wars. To the many pictures that lined the walls-- from amusing candid's to group pictures from intimate affairs. The happiness that suffused the walls of the Tower was always present. 

You hated that you were about to taint it with the same underlying sense of darkness that the hospital held. Hated that your own body has betrayed you. 

You stop, just at the precipice of the room, and smile at what you see inside. Natasha at the counter cutting various vegetables while Clint stole as many as he could manage before she noticed. Steve at the stove as he continued on with a conversation with Bruce. Tony sitting at the island with a StarkPad in his hands-- no doubt tinkering with more ideas for the next Iron Man suit. Wanda and Vision were standing side-by-side as Wanda taught the android how to properly set the table. Laughter flowing between them all. It was a serene moment that you didn’t want to break. That you wanted to capture and live in forever, but all good things must come to an end eventually. 

It seems like this one had to the moment Vision noticed you standing at the doorway. His bright smile is an indicator that he was glad to see you. 

“I wasn’t aware you had returned. If I had I would have greeted you like I normally do, Y/N.” 

At the mention of your name, and Vision’s voice, the team turns and greets you with varying responses-- mostly cheers and grins. At their sudden attention, you take another step into the room. Offering a small smile towards Vision. Hoping that it would show that you didn’t mind he wasn’t waiting for you once you had returned. As you weren’t expecting to have lessons tonight either way. 

“It’s all right, Vis.” You shrug. “I wasn’t expecting you to.”

At your words, Vision’s eyes narrow ever-so-slightly as he detected the underlying stress that you were trying to hide. Something you knew he was about to comment on before Tony interrupted with a question directed towards the android. You never wanted to kiss a man more. 

Knowing that you needed to get some air, but not wanting to be rude, you turn towards Steve. “When will dinner be ready, Cap?” 

“Another thirty minutes,” he admits with a rueful smile. “It would have been finished sooner if Thor hadn’t eaten all the final touches for the meal. He’s out getting them right now.”

You flash a smile at him. “That’s all right, Steve. I think I’m going to go up and get changed. I feel a little grubby in these clothes.” 

He simply smiles back at you. Taking that as a sign to make a quick exit, you’re half-way out of the door before Bruce’s soft voice halts you. 

“So what did the doctor say?”

You shoot him a confused look over your shoulder. Trying to desperately appear neutral as all the attention of the room, once again, shifted towards you. 

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you go to the doctor today, má lásko?” Wanda steps from around the counter. A worried frown began to make its presence known on her beautiful face. The same expression that was starting to appear on Natasha’s. Something that you didn’t want at all. Your mind screeches at you to fix the situation you had suddenly found yourself in. You couldn’t tell them all right now. You could barely wrap your mind around it. You didn’t know if you could handle dealing with them trying to as well. 

“I have the flu,” you offer with a weak smile and a shrug. “A few days of rest and I should be as right as rain.” You turn your gaze towards Natasha and Wanda. Your eyes noticeably softening as you did so. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.” 

At your words, the team seemed to relax. The tense atmosphere, that you hadn’t even been aware of before now, dissipating as they all turned back to what they were doing. Sighing, softly, you quickly make your way out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards your room. 

Trying to ignore the feeling of two green gazes following you as you did so. 

The bright lights of New York City shone like the millions of stars that hung above it. Shimmering in the oncoming darkness that the night brought. The buildings, and the people, standing strong against the presence that many tried to avoid. Standing just beside the large window that made up a wall of your room, you could clearly see the nightcrawlers coming out down below. A completely different society awakening as the sun disappears behind the horizon. 

Having changed into fresh clothes, you felt slightly rejuvenated. As if the clothes you had been wearing were bars to a cell. Locking you in with the truth that you were trying desperately to come to terms with. Being out of them brought a small semblance of peace, of stability, that you had been searching for. The simple act allows your mind enough time to get its bearings once more. It may not have been the ground-breaking epiphany you were searching for but it was enough. For now. 

“Dorogoy?” A soft voice whispers from the entrance of the room. Your eyes slipping shut as the knowledge of their presence seeped into you. They have given you enough time to prepare yourself. You were a fool to think that they wouldn’t have noticed that something was wrong.

Turning, you meet their gazes with a tired smile. “Nat. Wanda. Is something the matter?” 

Your question causes both their eyes to flash. Whether it be in a warning or something else, you weren’t entirely sure. 

“I believe you have the answer to that question, Y/N,” Wanda says, her brow furrowing in concern. “We know that something is bothering you but we can’t help you if you don’t tell us what that is.” 

“We’re concerned,” Natasha admits, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Her green eyes shimmering with suppressed emotion as she stares at you. “What did the doctor really say to you?” 

A defeated feeling wells itself up in your chest. You know that you couldn’t lie to them. You had never been able to lie to them. Slumping forward, you move over to your bed and sit. A sigh escaping your mouth as they followed suit. Natasha settling on your right as Wanda settled on your left. Their hands immediately clasping yours in gentle, yet strong, holds. 

Your jaw clenches as you try to work up the courage to speak. Try to put the words you didn’t want to be true out there. To make them materialize as a reality instead of the nightmare you wished they were. 

“I have cancer.” 

The events that followed went by too fast for you to truly react. Natasha’s hands tightened around yours with a stricken look painting itself across her face. Wanda stood with fury written across her face, green eyes flashing red as she tried to control her powers, though you knew none of that fury was directed towards you. At least not yet. 

A soft hand on your cheek pulls your attention away from Wanda’s pacing. Your eyes taking in the pained expression on Natasha’s face. An almost desperate edge underlying it made you sick to your stomach. A quality that only resonated itself within her voice. Tears already forming in her emerald green orbs as reality came crashing down around you all. “They caught it early, right? There’s still a chance for you to beat it? Please tell me there’s still a chance. Tell us there’s still a chance to save you. That we won’t lose you.” 

Tears flow unbidden down your cheeks at her desperate pleas. At the faint sound of Wanda kneeling before you and pressing her forehead against your knees. The trembling you could clearly feel as her hands clasped onto your only available one. The tears you could already feel seeping through your leggings. You want nothing more than to take their pain away. To tell them that this was some horribly fucked up joke that Tony put you up to but you couldn’t. You couldn’t and that hurt you more than any bullet ever has. 

Your throat clenches around the words that try to escape your mouth. As you try to choke out the words through your despair. “Yes.” Natasha’s eyes lighten at your words and Wanda’s head raises from its position on your knees. “The doctor says that they caught it early but I’ll have to begin treatment right away.” 

“That’s good though, right?” Wanda murmurs, settling back onto her feet. Her wide eyes filled with so much hope. “You’ll just begin treatment and everything will be okay.”

At their expectant looks, you lower your gaze towards your lap. Your heart thudding against your chest as you tried to formulate what you wanted to say. But how could you tell the two people that made your life worth living that you weren’t going to have treatment? That you were letting everything rest and have the universe take its destined course. 

Your silence seemed to be all the answer Natasha needed, however. Her words filled with thinly-veiled fury. “You’re not going to go forward with the treatment.” 

“No.”

The silence that follows your feeble answer was even more oppressive than the one in the hospital. Both Natasha’s and Wanda’s hands tightening around yours as they processed your answer. Both their emotions heightening as each second ticked by. Swirling around the three of you like a vortex. Having them both stand suddenly pulls you out of your reverie. Your head snapping up to watch them both pace. Agitation is clear in each graceful movement of their bodies. 

Whipping around, Wanda snarls at you. “Why don’t you want treatment? It could save your life, Y/N.”

“And it could also make me a husk of who I am,” you cry, standing up from your bed. “We don’t know if the treatment will work and I refuse to die as something I’m not.”

“We don’t know that it will fail, Y/N.” Natasha cries back, equally as outraged as you were. “We don’t know what the future will hold. Except for the simple fact that you will die if you refuse treatment. It’s just a maybe right now.” 

Wanda steps forward with an anguished look on her face. “Please don’t sign your life away because of something you don’t even know will be the end result. Don’t make this into a certainty.” 

“Even if I do start treatment I will be completely useless to the team,” you hiss. “Who knows how long I’ll have to fight this until it goes into remission. I don’t want to be a burden on any of you.”

Natasha takes your face into her hands, her thumbs gently rubbing soothing circles on your cheeks. “Do you think they will care, Y/N? Do you think they won’t jump for joy when they find out that you’ve decided to fight? That they won’t be there for you every step of the way?”

“We’re a family, Y/N,” Wanda murmurs with a loving look shining in her eyes. “Family doesn’t let family fight their demons by themselves. You’re more to us, to them, than just a teammate. Nat and I love you with everything that we are. And you know the boys love you like a sister. They wouldn’t want you to just give up.”

“Yeah,” Natasha chuckles. “And I’m pretty sure you’re Vision’s surrogate mother.”

You laugh softly at her gentle teasing. Feeling warmth blossom in your chest for the first time since you had stepped foot in the hospital. “What about if I get too sick to take care of myself like I used to?” 

“We’ll be there, dorogoy,” Natasha whispers, one hand falling from your cheek as Wanda’s took its place. “When you fall we’ll always be there to pick you back up. Just like we know you’ll always be there for us.” 

Your eyes slip shut as the feeling of complete warmth and safety settles over you. Your world is finally beginning to make sense once more. Everything came back into focus as you were surrounded by Natasha and Wanda. The two people that knew how to set your heart on fire with emotions you never knew you could feel. 

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll begin treatment.” 

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that they were smiling. Nor did you have to, to know that they were leading you towards the large bed. Easily pulling into the center with their bodies snugly pressed into both sides. Your nose nuzzling into Wanda’s neck as Natasha pressed herself firmly into your back. Both of their arms holding you in their warm embrace. 

All other thoughts slipping from your mind as you succumbed to the dark recesses of sleep. The only things that mattered were the two women that were holding you like you were the most valuable thing in the world to them. Their warmth better than anything a blanket could ever provide. The feeling of completeness overwhelming you as the darkness finally took hold. 

Your last thoughts being of the two women who would always be there to pick you back up again. 

No matter how many times you may fall.

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Natasha Romanoff I The Black Widow - about

Biography

Before the Red Room - She was loved Natasha Romanoff was originally born as Natalia Alianovna Romanova to a high ranking KGB officer Ivan Romanova and his wife Alyona. While Alyona was unable to have children, but Ivan required an heir too his cause, he tasked the Red Room and his colleague Dreykov with engineering his perfect soldier. Fate however had other plans instead of the boy they hoped for a daughter was born. Enraged about this, Ivan intended to give the girl up to the Red Room, but being a widow herself, Alyona took Natasha and vanished. It took the Agents three whole years to find them. Causing a car crash to get their hands on Ivans lost daughter, the following explosion killed Alyona and left three year old Natalia stranded, barefoot on a winters night in St. Petersburg. Training in the Red Room - You're made of marble, you don't get to break. Natalia entered the Red Room when she was just three years old. Memories of her parents faded as she was put through training with other, older girls, but succeeded and even surpassed them in many of their tasks. She learned to dance and fight under Madame Helena's watchful eye. The process of indoctrination and brainwashing started early, leaving the girls just enough free will to develope a personality and respond to commands organically in order to ensure a better training, but quelling every oncoming sparks of individuality - She bears the scares of these treatments to this very day. The first time she killed, Natalia was eight years old. They put on a performace for high ranking dignitaries of the KGB whom the Widows would later serve. They fought one on one with Natalia facing off against one of her elders. During their fight Natalia managed to break the other girls nose, leaving her with an imperfection the Red Room couldn't except. They handed her a gun and told her to shoot, so she did.

Becoming a widow - You were destined for this. Trained in the art of spies and lies, dance, martial arts, languages, technoligy, seduction and much more, Natalia grew up to become a shadow. Walking quietly along the halls of her so called home, sleeping with her hand cuffed to the bed, a routine, each day the same. Ballette, weapon and survival training, fighting. 'Sex was better than torture.' Was engraved into the very essence of her soul. The day Natasha turned seventeen years of age they made her a Black Widow, the youngest yet, passing every test, sterilised her, pride of Russia. When she fought her handlers they straped her to 'the chair' injecting her with a serum that turned her brain to ash, made words fall out of her mouth, made her compliant, experimented on her, the same way they had ever since she had been a child.

Defection to Shield - A shot not taken, a way out.

After graduating the Red Room, Natalia went on to serve the KGB as a spy, a Black Widow assassin. For four years this went well. She was the perfect Soldier, not questioning her actions, fulfilling missions, assignments and carrying out orders, kept under controle by the serum they gave her and the thoughts they imprinted into her brain. Her last KGB Mission brought her to Paraguay. A hospital full of women and children belonging to dignitaries of different western states. She was ordered to set fire to this hospital as a threat to these governments. There was an accident. An oxygan pipe burst, leading to an explosion, Natalia barely survived. Most of the people inside the hospital burned before any help could arrive. Confused and shocked by the gravity of her actions along with being away long enough for the serum in her system to dull, Natalia decided to disappeare. This is where Clint Barton found her. The two of them fought, both heavily injuring the other until he put an arrow through her shoulder and offered her a better life.

Shield and the Avengers - A difficult start, a new family

While his handlers and superiors were questioning Clints judgement he stood firm at her side, even going so far as to put his life on the line by vouching for her. They were made partners and while Natalia was reserved and seemed cold towards others Clint worked hard to become her friend and confidant. Working so well together, they formed Strike Team Delta together with their handler, Phil Coulson, who, over time grew to be Natalias friend as well. Around this time Clint started calling her Natasha, trying to give her a fresh start. They worked together for years until they joined the Avengers and Nat found a home amongst them.

#bio #Natasha Romanoff RP

[mrsbarnes107]

Secret of the Widow

-part four-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death, fluff, angst

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Disclaimer: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot.

Six sets of eyes darted between me and Fury. A different emotion flashing in each one. The eyes that concerned me most stared right back into mine, unblinking and silent.

"You're a Romanoff? Like- like Nats sister?" Banner barely managed to stutter it out. I knew his eyes held a deep sadness, but I didn't look away from the man that witnessed her death, the man that carries it every second of the day.

Tilting my head in the doctors direction I answer him steadily. "Romanoff. Like Natashas daughter."

The typically docile man slams his fits on the table, standing fast enough to send his chair flying into the wall. "No. Fury how dare you come in here- how dare you bring her up like this. Nat couldn't have children. Why are you really here?" The doctors voice rose with every sentence he ground out, his voice dropping an octave with each heaving breath he took. The other team members shock soon gave way to concern as they look to their green friend. Bucky and Fury both angling their bodies slightly in-front of mine.

I finally broke connection with Clint to look at Banner. "Doc you need to cool down. You might be Banner and Hulk, but don't let the rage control you."

Before Banner can reply I glance around the group and address them. "If you don't believe me, or Fury, or even Wanda.. ask Clint." My eyes find his again. "Hawky, you've been silent this whole meeting, studying me since you walked in here." I tilt my head and squint my eyes in curiosity. "You knew Nat better than anyone in the world. Do you think I'm lying?"

The room collectively held their breath. Besides Banner who was still trying to reign Hulks rage back in.

Clints pain was written across his face, yet his eyes held questions, held the hurt of not knowing this piece of Natasha. "You're not lying sweetie. The second I saw you, I thought I was looking at Natasha fifteen years ago." His breath hitched and he cleared his throat, apparently he wasn't finished. "You look so much like her, I've been trying to figure out how it was possible. Why she never told me." He shakes his head, the smallest hint of a smile gracing his lips for a moment as he huffs out a laugh. "Man, you even sound like her you know? Same fire, same wit. I see it in your eyes."

Banner has effectively calmed himself back down, having gone to retrieve his chair that he is now slumped over in.

Clint clears his throat loudly, all trace of sadness hidden for the moment. "Hm unfortunately I can also see Stark in you too. You've got his sass and wise cracking attitude it seems." He smirks as he says this, making the somber mood dissipate.

"Thankfully that's not all I got from him, also have a killer mind and good music taste if I do say so myself." Seeing Fury's nod the room chuckles a bit remembering the two Avengers they lost not too long ago.

Banner seems to have shut down, barely getting out his question. "If you're your Nats daughter, why all the secrecy about your identity?"

This prompted Sam to add on to what Banner said. "I don't understand that either. You spent years with Tony and he never said a word to anyone, he cared for you just as Fury seems to. Nat obviously knew of your existence. So why spend years working alone, knowing all of us yet never allowing us the same to you."

Fury took over from there.

"When Natasha was fifteen, she secretly gave birth to a baby girl. That little girl was left outside a hospital with only a name. At this time, Natasha wasn't on SHIELDS radar, so the baby was lost to the world." Fury sets his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze, before he starts a slow walk around the room, ever the drama king.

"A few years later Natasha is pulled from the fire and becomes our top agent. We learned of the baby and spent weeks tracking her down. We found this tiny, red headed girl in the middle of nowhere Romania. I adopted her."

An authoritative glance around the room kept the occupants attention as I took sip of water, hiding the stuttering of my heart. Buckys eyes strayed to my chest for a moment, then my face. His curiosity and concern ran deep with the watery depths of his eyes. As I met his gaze all I could think of was how sad it was to have those eyes not recognize me.

I turn back to Fury as he continues, still feeling Buckys gaze.

"You see, Natasha wanted to protect her child, save her from the torment she herself was about to go through. So she gave her up. And it almost destroyed her. When Natasha came to SHIELD Ali was only five, she asked me to make sure her daughter was safe, that she was happy." He looked to me for a moment before pressing on.

"Natasha has seen the darkest parts of this world, and she didn't believe she would be a good enough mother. She didn't believe she deserved the love of her daughter. Ali met her mother only once, the moment Natasha looked into her eyes, as her baby ran forward and hugged her legs, she couldn't bare to put her in the line of danger. Natasha knew what her life had become, so she entrusted me."

Fury came over and swiped my glass, chugging my water, chuckling quietly as I roll my eyes at him. "Natasha had made a lot of enemies at that point. She wanted me to raise Ali in a safe environment, nurture her joy and her mind, and she wanted her to be trained to protect herself. Natasha oversaw everyone who had access to her: teachers, trainers, guards. She had to approve all of them. She told them what to teach her and scared them to death if they even looked at Ali wrong. Her top priority was keeping her out of the public eye and unknown to her mother's enemies and past. So she was deemed classified."

My breath hitches the tiniest bit at this. I never knew she watched over me to that extent. All these years she had been there, in the shadows of my life, the mother I always wanted and never knew I truly had, in our own little way.

I stop that dangerous line of thought before my eyes can mist over, not paying attention to the sharp eyes set upon me.

"Once Stark found out, the sneaky bastard, Natasha about strangled him to the grave. But he convinced her, he said that her daughter had the makings of greatness, but her mind needed nurtured as well as her spirit and body. He told her that Ali was combat ready, but she needed his guidance and his friendship to thrive. Natasha eventually relented. Ali was raised by two unqualified men and the ghost of her mother. Hidden away until she was old enough to fight this worlds battles."

Clints piercing gaze swept across my features then up to Fury. "Was she ever going to tell us?"

Fury looked to me, giving me a silent nod when he saw my clenched jaw and closed expression. He knew this was a touchy subject. "Natasha decided to bring Ali into the open, she wanted to introduce her to you all, to herself officially. After years of watching her train and grow, years of reading her mission logs, and then finding out about her year of taming the super soldier-" at this Fury sends me a glare, this was in fact a touchy subject for him as well. I gave him a small smile and a shrug, wanting him to continue. "-Natasha decided she was ready for the team."

He looked to Clint now. "Then the snap happened." At that everyone turned to look at you.

#avengers #avengers fic #black widow #bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #captain america #endgame #marvel #spiderman #the falcon #enemies to lovers #bucky x oc #iron man #thor #wanda maximoff #tony stark

[wisewidow]

The One With The Missed Calls

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: My girlfriend just saved the world from an alien invasion and I haven't seen her for days. When she shows up, I plan to yell, and end up crying.

The song Billie Jean strays into my ears as I drop my duffel bag at my feet and shut the door behind me. I sigh, taking off my shoes and coat, and am greeted by Smithie, the tricolour cat I shared with my girlfriend. He yowls at me.

"I know, baby, I'm late, and you're hungry. And I forgot to turn off the radio." I bend down and go to scratch behind his ears, but he meows harshly and runs back down the hall and into the living room.

"Smith!" I yell. "Your bowl is in the kitchen!"

No response.

I sigh. Working eighty hours a week at the second busiest hospital in the state is draining enough, but add the fact that aliens just invaded yesterday, and my workload has increased by a tenfold. I want to cuddle my cat, and my girlfriend, but unfortunately one is busy plastered all over the news for saving the world in the aforementioned attack and therefore preoccupied with work, and the other is upset at the lack of his other mommy.

So no cuddles for me. Just an empty apartment and a sink full of dishes.

I grumble under my breath, ridding myself of the sweaty scrubs I didn't have time to change out of at work and dropping them on the floor as I walk to my bedroom. I dutifully ignore the framed picture of me and Nat on top of my dresser and pull out an old graphic tee and gym shorts. Then I pad into the joined bathroom and shower.

Once I'm fresher and changed, I go to the kitchen to soothe my hunger. Smithie starts yowling again from the living room. "Your bowl is full!" I call back to him, grabbing the closest cereal box I find.

As I'm pouring the milk in, Smithie runs into the kitchen and meows at me. Starting to get irritated, I exaggerate a meow back. He circles my feet, almost tripping me up as I put the carton back in the fridge. "Smith!" I yelp. "What's wrong with you?" I bend down.

He meows again, sounding urgent this time. I frown. He runs back down the hall.

I'm on alert now. Having a girlfriend working as a higher up agent in S.H.I.E.L.D. has taught me to know when something isn't right. It could be something simple like another stray cat outside setting Smithie on edge, or someone could have followed me home after I failed to save a patient they were close to. That stuff happens all the time in New York. And a lot of people had died since the Chiutari invaded.

I grab the scariest looking kitchen knife I own, and then freeze, remembering the whole do no harm oath I took when I graduated med school. I put it down and grab the taser Natasha had stashed by the cupboard.

I walk lightly down the hall, thankful for the darkness and the noise of the city outside that masks my footsteps. Hand on the button that activates the taser, I kick open the door and turn the light on.

My heart's beating fast, but I see nothing at first as I do a sweep of the living room. It's a bit cramped, since we don't need much space for a table due to the fact that between Nat being sore and tired after work and me working long hours, we normally eat dinner in bed watching Criminal Minds. The sofa is pressed against one wall, the TV hanging on the wall opposite, and shelves line the wall next to that. It's a small, open space, and no one's there. I frown and lower the taser. "Smithie, what the hell were you freaking out—"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I look at the window. Smithie is perched on the windowsill, watching my girlfriend try to pick the lock to the window on the fire escape. "—about." I finish with a smile. I toss the taser onto the couch and start disabling the advanced security system on the window that Natasha herself had put up to keep me safe while she was away and push the window open.

"Hey, honey," says Natasha awkwardly. "I'm home."

I scoop up Smithie, standing back so she can climb through. She lands on the ground with a thump and slams the window shut.

"You know I love my job, but I really hate it sometimes. Had to come through the window so the press wouldn't harass me." She starts unzipping her black bodysuit, stopping to scratch Smithie's ears and then heading to the kitchen. I set the cat down and follow as she continues. "Working with Stark and Rogers was a nightmare. Having to beat up my best friend was a good stress relief, of course, but jeez! I'd rather take on another alien army than be stuck in a room with that much testosterone again. Hey, this place is a mess, you know that, right? And cereal for dinner? Really? Oh, did I mention I saved the world today and as a reward had to deal with hours of press and paperwork and— ooh, you stress baked."

She plucks a brownie from the fridge and starts munching on it absent-mindedly. I wait for her to finish the piece, arms crossed.

That's when she notices the expression on my face. "(Y/N)? Are you crying?"

I take a deep breath, and say, calmly, "no." Then a tear falls down my cheek and suddenly I'm sobbing. "You left saying for work assuring me it was an ordinary day and then you don't come home, you don't call! And then I get called into work because fucking aliens are invading from a hole in the sky and killing people! And you save the world, congratulations, that's fun, but still no call! No, "Hello, (Y/N), I'm not dead or dying, I'm not even safe though, I'm on the front lines, fighting with— with— the friggin' Hulk, and Captain America!" And then you do interviews with the press and make statements and, what? Fill out paperwork? While I sit here with the cat and worry!"

I finish the last word with a pant, and dry my eyes. She's eyeing me carefully, waiting to see if I'm done. I'm not really, but I can yell later. Right now I'm tired and relieved she's safe. "Just tell me you're okay."

"I'm alive. And okay."

"Then finish the fucking brownie, shower and meet me in bed."

I whirl around and march into our bedroom.

"Just to be clear," she calls out. "When you say to meet you in bed—"

"No sex for a month!" I screech. She curses in Russian.

This brings a smile to my face. I curl up under the duvet and find the remote to the TV, switching the channel around until I find the Disney channel. I glare everytime I come across a news coverage. I hear the water start running.

I'm almost asleep listening to Merida's accent when the door opens and then closes. The bed dips beside me and a warm arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into a (clothed, thankfully) chest.

"I am sorry, you know," Natasha whispers, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. I shiver as a strand of her damp hair falls on my cheek.

"I know you are," I say quietly. "I'm sorry, too. I know it was safer for everyone for you to not call me."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Rain starts to tap against the bedroom window. Our legs entwine under the comforter, and the redheaded princess on TV starts to sing.

"So, just for clarification—"

"No sex, Natasha."

"Goddammit."

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson #wlw x reader #the avengers #marvel #mcu

[sweetandsourfics]

Baby Widow Two

Natasha Romanoff x Pregnant Reader | SFW | 2 out of 3 | NEXT  》

Summary: A quiet day at home for Natasha and her girlfriend has turned into the most exciting day of their lives.

Warnings: Labour, explicit language.

Author's note: Part two! I have another part planned, but I am more than happy to extended on Mama Natasha as we all deserve more Mama Natasha. I would love to hear your thoughts on the story! Please enjoy!

Baby Widow One

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Natasha's trained eyes never leave you as you waddle around the living area. Your sweatpants ride low on your hips like every mother, in her last trimester, you feel heavy, sluggish and big.

Your due date is only two days away your stomach has dropped. Your hips, back and pelvis hurting more with each day and Braxton hicks are becoming a daily thing.

You hand Natasha her bowl of ice cream. The Avenger takes the bowl only to put it to the side, her hands landing on your hips. She draws circles with her thumbs and kissing your stomach.

She rest her forehead against you. Natasha could feel the gentle movements of the baby, and you comb your fingers through her hair.

"I love you and your mama more than anything in this whole world." She whispers, pressing another kiss to your stomach.

"And we love you." You slowly lower yourself into your spot. Looking at Natasha with a goofy grin on your face. You pull her into a passionate, loving kiss.

Natasha sits with the exercises ball under her legs. Getting her use out of it. Each day the two of you were trying to do something that you wouldn't be able to do as often as you would like once baby Romanoff gets here. Today was movie day.

"I'm going to miss having my own personal table." You say causing Natasha to shift her attention. Your bowel of ice cream sits on your baby bump.

She laughs, kissing your temple. "You'll have your personal table back one day."

You raise an eyebrow at her, trying your hardest not let the smile break out. "You mean..?"

"Baby one isn't even here yet, so don't go thinking of baby number two." She teases. Your smile broke free a giggle following shortly.

Your giggles were cut short when a sharp pain shot through your body. Letting out a noise of pain one hand holding on to your ice cream and the other on your stomach.

Natasha watches wide-eyed. Her heart in her throat, body tense and ready to pounce. "You okay?"

Your hair bounces as you nod. "Can you help me up?"

She doesn't need to be told twice. Natasha holds you as you try to keep your breathing steady.

"I need to move around..." you breathe slowly, "think it's just a Braxton thingy."

"Okay, do you want the ball?" She asks, her heart racing.

"Yeah. Please." You sigh softly swaying side to side.

Natasha slowly lets go of you and rolls the red excise ball over. She ushers warmly "come here."

Once you were sat and Natasha sits on the coffee table hands on top of you're thighs. One of your hands supports your stomach and the other lay on top of her hand.

Natasha goes through her mental checklist. The hospital bag is packed and ready by the front door. She remembers the birth plan and everything thing she's learnt in the past nine months.

Her thoughts must have reached her features because you give her hand a gentle squeeze. "Hey, we are more than prepared for Baby Romanoff. We'll be okay, you'll be okay."  You say with a reassuring smile.

How the hell did she get so lucky?

Natasha lets out a small nervous laugh. "You're right."

"Aren't I always?"

"Don't get cocky." she teases kissing you.  

You moved from couch, floor, ball and standing until you had eventually fallen asleep on the couch. Natasha had paused the movie and shifted to the dining table where she could get some work done. She'll rejoin you once you're awake.

You woke up an hour later with a dull pain ringing through your body. Not thinking much of it, you rub your eyes and sit up. Natasha still sits at the table busy with her work.

Make your way over to her the pain doesn't go it just lingers.  She kisses you hello before asking. "How are you feeling?"

"The usual." You smile. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"I'm okay. I'll just finish this then we can continue the movie." She explains, turning her attention back to her laptop screen.  

You hum out a yes and shuffle into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. As you wait for the kettle to boil, you feel the pain growing, tightening.

You groan out hands massaging your stomach. Natasha's sharp hearing picks up on your discomfort.

"Hey, you okay?" she calls her voice full of concern.

You let out a shaky breath "Y-yeah just a little pain." The pain died down to a period cramp level pain.

You manage to make your tea and move out of the kitchen, but you were met with the intense stare from Natasha.

"What?" you question.

"You sure you're okay?" She fires back.

You cross over to her, her emotion written clearly on her face. "I'm sure. I'll let you know if I wasn't." You rub her shoulder affectionately "Shall we finish the move?"

You're grip on Natasha's shoulder tights as pain ignites every nerve in your body. "Shit..." you hiss out between clenched teeth.

"You're going to labour," Natasha states as she jumps to her feet. She checks the time 5:38 pm.

`"Movement and excises will help the baby move down." She says aloud for both of you. You nod your head as Natasha slowly walks you over to the ball.

Being who she is and what she does for a living. Natasha works well under pressure, and you were so lucky to have her.

6:20 pm

You've done several short sets of different positions on the ball.  Natasha holds your hands as you rotate your hips. Your grip tightens on her hands you grunt in pain as a contraction hits.

"Breathe," Natasha says softly and checks her watch.

"Fuck!" You curse.

"Ten minutes apart and lasting for twenty seconds." She kisses you softly. "Do you want to have a warm shower?"

"Please." You say, your voice wobbles as a sob threatens to bubble up.

Natasha leads you to the bathroom, sitting you down she starts up the shower. She helps you out of your clothing.

Natasha doesn't need to be asked. She strips down and joins you.

She kisses the top of your head. You hug her tightly, the warm water numbing out some of the pain. "We going to have our baby girl in a few hours." You mumble against her skin.

A large smile settles on her face, "we certainly are." Natasha hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your head so she could kiss you. "You are absolutely gorgeous." And just like that, the spy had you blushing like a lovesick high schooler.

You giggle shyly, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Natasha smirks at you, hands on your hips as she gently sways both of your bodies.

Natasha feels your body tense against hers. Pushing your full body weight onto her, you cry out in pain.

Natasha whispers words of encouragement, mentally counting the seconds that go by.

7:48 pm

Natasha had gotten you out of the shower. You're dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. She's made sure you have eaten and that your water bottle is never less than half full.

Natasha also has been on and off the phone with your midwife, letting her know how your progressing.

Natasha sits next to you on the floor, rubbing you back as you cry. You're on your knees with your arms and chest resting on the ball.

"In and out, that's it." She coos softly eyes glued to her watch.

"It hurts!" You sniff, turning your head to look at her. "I knew it would hurt but fuck it hurts..."

Natasha wipes the tears from your cheek, kissing your nose then your lips. Your contractions are getting longer it wouldn't be too much longer till you have to go to the hospital.

8:15 pm

The hospital bag, car keys and shoes sit on the coffee table ready to go. You squeeze the plastic water bottle in your hand and try to breathe through the pain.

Your whole body feels as it's on fire. Pain and hot flushes have been drowning you for hours now. Natasha holds you tightly as you shake in her arms. You have found comfort in semi-sitting and squatting positions.

Your contractions are now 4 minutes apart and lasting for 55 seconds. Active labour, it's time for the hospital.

4:02 am

After 9 hours of labour Widow Ellie Romanoff was brought in the world at 2:38 am. Natasha held herself together through labour and delivery. It wasn't until the nurses had left your little family be that Natasha let the first tear roll down her cheek.

She sat in the stiff hospital chair her daughter cradled in her arms. The scene made you cry. It's rare to see Natasha cry. Happy or sad tears seeing her cry always made you cry.

"Hey, hey. You've cried enough today." Natasha teases with a light sniff.

"Oh, shush." With the back of your hand you wipe away the stray tears.

Natasha leans over, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[multiverseofmiracleshq]

1/3 of the Reality Stone fragments remained with its host, Ripley Ryan, in the hospital. Determined to finish what they started, the Black Widow and Winter Soldier headed to the Intensive Care Unit along with a team of mutants who were sent by Wanda Maximoff to cast a reality binding spell. Once their goal was achieved, there was nothing standing between them and Zemo at the Town Hall.

These events come AFTER the INN and MUSEUM and before the TOWN HALL.

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky pushed through the hospital doors with both hands, metal clinking against the acrylic outer shell and double paned panels. He was hot on Natasha's heels, having made a pitstop for the both of them at the museum before the rest of the crew could cause too much of an issue. When he caught up to her just before she hit the stairwell, he slid her a twin set of guns and then readjusted the strap to his AR. "Sure we can't just shoot first and ask questions later?"

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Although not in her suit, Natasha had clicked on the two Widow’s Bites that Barnes had taken from the Museum. The two guns were a gift from a poor S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was now weaponless, but Natasha accepted them from James all the same. “You want to risk shooting the wrong person?” Checking how much ammo she had, the Widow shook her head. “Personal mission. Maybe bad form, but family first.” Knowing that Taskmaster was in the building - and still sore from their last run in  - Natasha quietly pushed the door open and raised her gun while she rounded the corner, coming face to face with a crying girl in scrubs. “Too easy.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky clicked his tongue at that. "Fuck form. I would've taken more, but I know how much Barton is attached to his bow." he was only mildly joking, using it as a way to fill the space so he didn't spiral into his own mind. "Think we should've accepted back up?" And now he really was joking, mirroring Nat with his own weapon. He stopped short when they came around the corner and he instinctively tightened his grip on his gun. "It's never that easy."

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Eyes rolling, Natasha quickly checked over her shoulder. “Easy to say when it fits the situation,” she hummed. “We do have back-up. Bobbi’s here and changing. She’s got the codes. Psylocke is somewhere looking for her friends. Apparently, Wanda is helping the mutants.” Whatever helped them through. Lowering her gun slightly, Natasha glanced from the sniffling young adult to the name tag she wore. “Hey, Astrid. Sad day at the hospital?”

YELENA BELOVA: Caught up in her own moping, ‘Astrid’ started at the sound of the woman’s voice and sat up as she quickly wiped at her eyes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. No. I mean -- yes. It’s a hospital. But our patients usually are cured. Just bad dating experiences. Dumb, I know.” She nudged her magazine closed. “Are you here to visit someone?”

BUCKY BARNES: "Bad dating experiences?" he couldn't keep the question out of his tone, the laughable disbelief. He cocked the gun single handedly before dropping it back in his grip. "In fact we are. Wanna tell me who it is you're crying over?"

YELENA BELOVA: Although his tone was a little snide, the brunette didn’t notice. It was lonely at the front desk if she wasn’t making rounds and her friends were fine but the recent dumping had taken a toll. “His name is Jim. He’s a nice guy. Was a nice guy. We went on a few dates and he went all two-faced. Completely ghosted me. That was three days ago.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Natasha wracked her brain. “Helmut,” she swore under her breath. “Astrid, have you talked to ‘Jim’ since?”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky just...blinked at her. Then, all of a sudden he barked a laugh, shaking his head. "How mad would you be if I took out all of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" he asked, voice lower, only for Nat to hear. "Yeah, 'Strid, we just wanna talk to him. He's like family, you get it."

YELENA BELOVA: Finally really taking the guns in consideration, Astrid slowly stood and reached around her scrubs for her buzzer. “I should call Chris. He’s head of Hospital security and he can help you figure out where you’re headed.”

BUCKY BARNES: That wasn’t really part of the plan. “Yel-Astrid, Jim’s a little more important right now.” With a sigh, Bucky aimed the AR, barrel directed at ‘Astrid’. “We don’t need head of security.” A red dot appeared at the center of her scrubs, the buzz of the scope a sound only he could hear. “Just give Jim a call, yeah?”

YELENA BELOVA: “He’s not gonna answer,” she huffed as her eyes welled up again. “I just told you -- he’s not interested in me. I think it’s my thighs. It has to be.” Nearly crosseyed, she stared at the light on her scrubs and the demanding man. Fumbling for her phone, Astrid dialed with shaking fingers. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. “See? Thighs.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky clicked off the scope, the red light disappearing before he lowered his gun. ”I’m just gonna hit her. You good with that?” he asked Natasha.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Watching the entire exchange, Natasha had shouldered past Yelena at one point to rummage through the cabinets behind the desk. They needed as much info about the Database as possible, and there a possibility some of Ripley’s medical records were there. At Bucky’s question, she glanced up. Yelena would be pissed, but the two of them had come for a reason. “Only if you’re done hearing about Jim.”

BUCKY BARNES: “Ha ha.” Bucky came over, keeping Astrid’s eyes on him as he came around the desk. “Hey, ‘Strid-“ he employed the same method he had used on the Wyngarde sister, slamming the side of his gun into her temple just hard enough to shake around some loose change. “You have great thighs.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: “Oof.” Natasha exhaled as the gun connected with her sisters temple. Deftly moving to catch Yelena and ease her to the ground, the spy crouched down and inspected the welt that was already growing. It still didn’t look like Yelena, but she had stopped crying. “You could have been a little bit more graceful, but I’ll take it. Grab her.” Natasha rose. “We’re not leaving her for Taskmaster to find.” Best to let him think ‘Astrid’ had just abandoned her post or was doing her rounds. The S.H.I.EL.D. pager Bobbi had given her buzzed in her hand and Natasha pocketed it. “We’ve got a room. Intensive care unit, Room 8-1. You know, I always said Clint married up.” Grabbing Astrid’s badge for good measure, Natasha clicked the safety off on her gun. “Let’s go.”

KWANNON: Elsewhere, Psylocke and Laura had waited quietly in the shade of the building. The telepathic signal being emitted led the newly arrived X-Men to the hospital. Raven head tipped to the side, Psylocke held a hand out to gesture that Magik, Synch and Nico should enter the hospital. The door swung closed between them, faces flushing from recycled air. “Intensive Care Unit is the top floor. You know what to do?”

BUCKY BARNES: "Graceful?" it came out more as a scoff and Bucky crouched down, adjusting the AR to lay flat against his back again so he could sling Yelena's fake body over his shoulder. She hung limply, swaying back and forth when he stood. "When have you ever known me to be graceful." he said just as he twisted around, narrowly clipping Yelena's head on the edge of the counter. "ICU? What are the chances he'll be in a coma and I can just smother him."

EVERETT THOMAS: Synch followed Magik and the other witch into the hospital, trying his best not to let himself get too wrapped up in everything around him. This whole thing was pretty messed up of SHIELD, but his main focus was Laura. Even if she didn’t remember any of it, he still felt bonded to her in ways he could barely describe. And making sure she was safe was definitely high on his priorities. “Yeah, we’ve got it.” He responded to Kwannon, making sure to keep on high alert as he scanned their surroundings.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: The sneakers that she had worn as Lulu Gordon were more for show than actual practical use, and the treads were nearly nonexistent. Nat couldn’t actually remember working out in Pleasant Hill, just posing on her yoga mat for selfies instead. It was hard not to slide around with no traction but she pushed open a door to another stairwell and held it open for Bucky, watching to make sure he didn’t smack Yelena’s head into the wall. “You would have failed the Red Room,” she hummed. Presentation begets perfection, after all. Natasha had been the best. Yelena had been better. “Zemo’s at Town Hall. That’s not why we’re here. Ripley’s intubated upstairs. They’re making a play for the Infinity Stone. Did you read your file?” Stopping abruptly, Natasha flattened herself against the wall by the doorway of the next level. She could hear footsteps in the hall, and that felt deliberate in the quiet hospital. Gesturing with her chin towards the door, Nat pushed it open and raised her gun. She moved quickly to turn but still found her face connecting with a fist.

BUCKY BARNES: "I didn't care to read pages and pages of documents beyond who was who and what they were capable of." Which was a delicate way of saying, 'did you really think I would?'. Somewhere along the way of climbing flights, Bucky stashed Yelena's unconscious body in a medical supplies closet, knowing that she wouldn't wake up for a while and that he needed both hands. As soon as they both went into alert, hands moved too fast for Nat to dodge and him to barely skid to a stop and back up, gun immediately raising. He fired off a few rounds, the spray of bullets disoriented in the ambush.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Wiping blood off her nose, Natasha dropped her gun and kicked it to the side. Bullets never tended to work with Taskmaster. She’d keep it for backup. He had his shield and a collapsed bow. Claws in his gloves. Basically, he was as tricked out as ever. “Still sore about last time?” The ( former ) redhead squared her shoulders back. “Zemo can’t be offering you enough for this.” But he was silent, like always, and a moment later the two were locked in hand to hand combat.

ILLYANA RASPUTINA: Sword pulled off of her back, Illyana cast a wary look around the hall. “I hate hospitals,” she muttered. Wanda’s spell was complicated but she had drilled it into the sorceress and witch. “It would be easier if we could teleport out after, but apparently we have to walk. No mutant left behind.” Lorna, Gabby, Rogue.

LAURA KINNEY: As the mutants made their way through the hospital, Laura paused and narrowed her eyes. There were more people in the hospital than their should have been. “Take the back.” She instructed Kwannon. “James Barnes is moving to the southern wing.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky dropped the gun, the strap catching on his shoulder before it banged against his hip. It was only Taskmaster, the asshole with the psuedo copycat style and a piss poor attitude. "Less talking-" he kicked at Taskmaster, just hard enough to diverge his attention and have him focused on both of them. "Glad I dropped our nice office secretary off, huh."

NATASHA ROMANOFF: He had got in three good hits but Natasha was at four. “Nursing student,” she huffed as she dodged a kick. “This is a dead end. He won’t quit. It’s called a distraction.”

EVERETT THOMAS: Everett followed closely behind, trying his best to keep close to Laura without making her feel like he was suffocating her. He didn’t want to make things weird in any way, but God was it hard. “Hey uh, are you okay?”

BUCKY BARNES: "So in all those times you've fought him, you never figured out a way to beat him?" They parried some more, moving this way and that. "I'm not going to leave you here to get your pretty yoga instructor face punched in."

BOBBI MORSE: One of the doctor’s personal offices had always been stocked for agents -- as a safety precaution. It was working well in their favor. Her locker held a spare uniform and set of staves that she gratefully hooked into their holsters before grabbing three disruptors. One went onto her own neck and her body shuddered in relief as her appearance twisted back to its regular self. She broke out in a sprint until she found Barnes and Romanoff, and Bobbi tossed them each a chip before kicking off the wall to strike Taskmaster with a baton. As she should have predicted, his bow separated into staves of his own. “What’re you guys still doing down here?”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: If she hadn’t been focused on not getting slashed in half with a sword, Natasha would have rolled her eyes. “It keeps evolving. More new heroes, more moves. We haven’t killed each other yet.” The elastic she had tied her hair up with was falling out, but then Bobbi was there. Nat caught the small chip and quickly fastened it on the back of her neck. There was a second before her body was her own once more, clothed in the uniform she had entered the town with. Even though she was lacking any of her weapons other than the Widow’s Bite, it felt good to see her own hands again. “How about my normal face getting punched in?”

BUCKY BARNES: "That isn't obvious?" Bucky said, arms coming up to cover his face when Taskmaster slammed a fist down. Jumping back, he caught the chip, using what he knew from the file to revert his appearance back into something a little bulkier, steadier, familiar. "It's not exactly easy to get to the reality stone harboring mad woman when there's 600 tons of body armor in the way."

LAURA KINNEY: Lips twitching, Laura pivoted on one heel. “I look like a cheerleader.” She had gone to pep rallies with pom-poms and enthusiasm. The whole nine yards. The worst part was that she had fun, on some level. That pretty much summed up how she was. “I want them to cast the spell so we can get out of here. No more Vaults, no more Pleasant Hill’s.”

BOBBI MORSE: “I have complete and total faith in this woman.” Bobbi held a hand to her temple to  stop her vision from swimming after a hit. “But we need to keep moving. Nat, you said you’re old friends. I don’t want to ruin the reunion.” When the redhead nodded, Bobbi arched a brow at Bucky before running into the nearest stairwell and taking the stairs two at a time.

EVERETT THOMAS: Everett couldn’t help his soft chuckle at the cheerleader comment as he nodded at her. “I mean, it’s not a bad look. Definitely not you, though.” He pointed out, nodding solemnly at her next words. But unfortunately, they were X-Men and this was probably not going to be the last Pleasant Hill. Or Vault. Before he could say much else, a scalpel flew through the air and stuck onto the wall next to them, revealing Bullseye standing down the hall. “Shit..”

VIVIAN VISION: Vivian followed alongside the mutants as they made their way through the hospital, careful to be attentive to their surroundings. As they all rounded the corner, a scalpel was flung through the air, nearly hitting Viv in the face as it struck the wall and they were face to face with Bullseye. “We need to divide. We can’t let him keep us from the stone. Magik, Nico, I can phase us into her room? I think we’re close.”

BUCKY BARNES: "Shitty reunion." he looked over at Nat, only falling back from Taskmaster when he saw the confirmation in her steady gaze. Breaking off, he followed Bobbi up the stairs, finding no other obstacles before hitting a floor with double doors that read: Authorized Personnel Only: Intensive Care Unit. He slowed, weapon coming back around to rest in his grip. "They powered a whole town by putting a girl into a coma." he said it with a mix of disbelief and frustration. "S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't exactly convincing me they shouldn't become a government section lost to time." The room was empty when they entered, the doors clattering behind them. He wasn't sure keeping quiet had any point anymore. Gun poised, he scanned the empty beds, not even noticing the low beep of the monitor and the occupied bed because his eyes landed on Yelena, seated and scanning through...something. "Didn't I leave you in a broom closet?" he said a little breathlessly, grip tightening on the weapon.

YELENA BELOVA: Was she mad? Yes. At Bucky and Natasha? No. At S.H.I.EL.D.? Of course. At Zemo, at the situation. Yelena had been pissed when she came to in a broom closet, tossed to the side like a basic cleaning supply. She remembered Astrid Massey, but her face wasn’t her own. Bullseye had met her in the hallway. He had given her the device Zemo was passing around to his teammates, the disrupter returning her to her former form. As Benjamin headed down the  hallway to meet the ‘heroes’, Yelena moved to the ICU and found the Database. The codes were already unlocked from whatever doctor had run away mid scan from the intruders, and when the door opened Yelena glanced back over her shoulder. “Seemed more fun out here. I saw Taskmaster downstairs, but this was a better opportunity. They never let me up here. Now I know why.”

BUCKY BARNES: “Natasha is handling it.” Bucky remarked, lowering his weapon just a little bit. “I know what you’re doing, and it sucks to say this, but it isn’t helping. We can handle the database later, we need to deal with Ripley now.” he spoke pointedly at her, knowing that any form of coddling or soft spoken words didn’t apply here. Not that it ever did. Bucky could never imagine babying Yelena in any situation. “Just trust me on this.”

VIVIAN VISION: Vivian quickly grabbed onto Magik and Nico, not wasting any time as she phased the three of them past Bullseye and through to Ripley’s hospital room.

LAURA KINNEY: At his comment, the arch of a brow broke Laura’s deadpan. “Debatable taste.” She commented offhandedly. At the sight of Bullseye she crouched, lunging towards him without claws. Kwannon could follow Viv and the spellcasters. Laura had no problem being a distraction.

YELENA BELOVA: “Natasha is getting her ass handed to her. Again.” The sisters had a messy history with Taskmaster. She hit a key and the code flashed red, the page turning to a simple box for an access code. “We have to shut down the Database.” Yelena straightened up to look at him, her own gun holstered. “We can’t let them do this anymore.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky worked through the tic in his jaw, leveling his voice. By now, his nerves were frayed. “Do you Yelena?” he lowered the gun even more until the barrel was pointed at the floor. “Do you trust me?”

YELENA BELOVA: For a long moment, she just stared. Did she? It wasn’t easily answered. “I want to.” Yelena replied honestly. A finger hovered above the key before she moved, body tightening and constricting as she fell.

BOBBI MORSE: Running behind due to having to disable to alarms on the floor, Bobbi skidded to a stop as she lowered her stun gun. “--She was going to hit the key, right?”

YELENA BELOVA: “Fuck. You.” Yelena hissed from the ground, fingers digging into the tile as she tried to pull herself up. She wasn’t going to hit the key.

BUCKY BARNES: “Seriously?” he hissed, the metal plates clamping into place audibly as he tightened his grip. “Seriously, Bobbi?” he was pissed, clearly. “No wonder you’re a fucking S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.” Bucky snatched the stun gun from Bobbi’s grip on his way past her, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it until it was in a bunch of little pieces before he finished his walk to Yelena. “She wasn’t going to hit the fucking key.” he crouched down, helping Yelena back to her feet. “What’s next? You want to hit Ripley too? Do you more good.”

BOBBI MORSE: “Oh, c’mon.” Bobbi muttered as she had the stun gun ripped away and trampled. It wasn’t like that would have been helpful for defense or anything. “Tell me she’s not a flight risk.” Dark eyes narrowed. “I’d love to hit Ripley. Hopefully wake her up. That goddamn stone is fragmenting and destabilizing the town. If it collapses we all may be written out off reality. No happy reunion with your girlfriend then, huh?”

YELENA BELOVA: Yelena just spit towards Bobbi’s feet as James help her up, holding on to his arm even when she was upright.

BUCKY BARNES: “You think you’re the one to call that?” he shot over his shoulder, fully standing now. “Being written out of reality wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to me this year.” he turned his attention to Yelena, looking her over but he didn’t ask her if she were okay. “You make an awful nurse, you know that?”

ILLYANA RASPUTINA: Phasing in along with Viv and Nico, Illyana stepped around the broken black shards of a weapon. “Now this is where the party is.” She laughed slightly. Making her way to the bed, dark lined eyes narrowed at the woman. Tugging the hospital gown to the side, the red glow of the Stone was flickering under the white bandages. “They said you would have another fragment. We need two.”

BOBBI MORSE: “I think I’m deepest in the shit and have used the Database before, so I made a snap judgement call. It’s not like I shot her. We talked it out.” Bobbi didn’t flinch at the spit. “Maybe not for you, but there’s a lot of other people here.”

YELENA BELOVA: “Nursing student.” Yelena muttered. “The scrubs were ugly.”

RIRI WILLIAMS: She had smashed in the window of the wrong room during her entry, but Riri found the right one after checking for heat signatures. “You have a second fragment now.” The suit’s chamber opened to expose the Reality Stone shard. “Zemo’s got the third.”

BUCKY BARNES: “They were pretty ugly.” he agreed quietly, face pinched lightly at the edges. His head whipped sharply around at Riri’s entrance, completely ignoring Bobbi at this point. “So we go get Zemo.” he took a breath. “Finally.”

ILLYANA RASPUTIN: As the armored teen guided the Stone back to its host, Magik looked to Nico. “Are you ready?” It wasn’t really a question. With eyes glowing blue, she held a hand out over the chest of Ripley. “I’m going to be very unhappy if she chooses to smite us.”

NICO MINORU: Nico looked down at the incubated woman, trying her best not to be intimidated by the thought of all that could go wrong as she adjusted her grip on her staff and nodded. She looked towards Riri as she entered the room and smiled in relief at the sight of another stone. “Okay, yeah. Ready.” She agreed as she gripped her staff and held her other hand over Ripley to follow Magik. “Stabilize.” The staff emitted a glow as she focused herself onto the spell.

YELENA BELOVA: “Jim. What a nice young man.” Yelena scoffed. She paused, softening slightly as she turned to face Bucky fully. “Thank you.” Her tone was composed of genuine relief. Rising up to reach his face, Yelena pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I do trust you.”

BOBBI MORSE: Determined to focus on the spell, Bobbi’s face twitched at Yelena and Bucky. Worse than high schoolers.

ILLYANA RASPUTIN: Drawing on Limbo, Illyana closed her eyes when she heard Nico’s staff and began chanting. Confirma. Stabiliendum. Solidatur. Est una tribus, tribus fit unum. Dormammu limbo ex angulis eminebant de profundis et frugibus suis circum nos, ut tecum una. As she repeated Wanda’s words, the red began to glow and overtake the room. It burned so brightly that it overtook the space and ate everything else out entirely.

BUCKY BARNES: With his ungloved hand, bucky cupped the side of Yelena’s face. “I know.” he heard Illyana and Nico behind him but he didn’t look. He had a gut feeling where this was going and he was just…relieved to see Yelena again. It tugged somewhere deep in his chest, making him oddly angry all over again. He was exhausted, frustrated, but relieved. “Also, please don’t ever mention Jim again.” he said on what sounded like a breathy laugh. “C’mere.” Even though they didn’t do this, Bucky pulled Yelena in close, arms wrapping around her small frame.

NICO MINORU: Confirma. Stabiliendum. Solidatur. Est una tribus, tribus fit unum. Dormanmu limbo ex angulis emine ant de profundis et frugibus suis circum nos, ut tecum una. Nico repeated alongside Magik, closing her eyes as the red glow overtook the entire room. Based on that, she hoped it was working. And she also hoped that they wouldn’t kill Ripley in the process.

YELENA BELOVA: Folding into him, Yelena stared at the two spellcasters. She hated magic. She hated how small it made her feel. She didn’t like Ripley either, but they all deserved better than this. “He was a victim too, at first.” The light was too bright then and Yelena had no choice but to avert her eyes.

RIPLEY RYAN: Every memory. Every life. Every backstory. The Town Database was comprehensive and the woman whose energy fueled it remembered every detail. For the first time since they had managed to restrain her, the stirrings of magic gave way to an elevated form of consciousness. Eyes and mouth open, red poured from them until reality was rattled by a burst of energy. Across the town, those left reverted to how they had looked before being changed. Faces returned and scarlet gave way to familiar bodies and clothes. When the wave washed over the hospital, it faded to reveal a blonde in a hospital gown standing in front of the mangled computer system. “I’m going to kill someone.”

LAURA KINNEY: The fight with Bullseye had ended, but Laura followed the scent of blood towards where the Black Widow and Taskmaster had fought. Natasha was fine, her adversary fleeing towards Zemo and the Town hall. When the redhead said she would follow him, Laura had left her to get to the ICU. Without her claws the fight had been a little different than she preferred, but not all of the blood on her was her own. By the time she got there, the room was awash in red. The force of the energy impact threw Laura against the wall, but when she straightened and came to, her cheerleading uniform was gone. The yellow and blue of her Wolverine suit had returned and when she flexed her hands she felt the adamantium.

BOBBI MORSE: Ripley looked mad, but Bobbi couldn’t blame her. She had every right to be. “That’s valid.” She limbed to her feet. “But can we raincheck? Your Stone -- it fractured. From what was being done. We got you a piece on it, but Zemo has a shard at Town Hall. Do I need to tell you how badly this could go?”

RIPLEY RYAN: Of course she didn’t need to. Ripley could feel Pleasant Hill destabilizing and reality growing thin. It Zemo accomplished his goals, he’d be taking her down. It was hard to live with a stone in your chest. it would be impossible to be fragmented. Even then, she could feel the other part calling out. Raising a hand, Ripley looked at the group. TOWN HALL. With that, the hospital was empty as they vanished in a flash of crimson.

#momevents #event: pleasant hill #pleasant hill: finale #chatlog: pleasant hill hospital

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What’s The Diagnostic? They’re Obliviously In Love |StevexBucky|

Summary:Avengers Assemble Hospital is a non-profit hospital. It's also a teaching hospital to Interns and Students. Some of the best minds work, teach, and learn at the hospital. Dr Rogers and Dr Barnes have been friends through thick and thin, both meeting in Med School- when Steve used to get into fights with more students than he'd ever admitted.  They're both about to relive Steve's first marriage as his first-wife is back, she wants to try again and Steve thinks this is it for him; he's an almost 40yr old-man, who doesn't get out much. Whilst Steve is dealing with his past, James, is dealing with the Chairman of The Board, Mr Rumlow, who hates him. A personal vendetta is what Rumlow has, James can't figure out why. Rumlow also has a keen interest in Steve, as if Steve needs more attention- this angers Barnes more.  Their co-workers have a bet going on. Their long time patients are trying to set them up. Rogers and Barnes are helpless and oblivious...They're also RoomMates. 

±Inspired by House MD; House and Wilson's relationship/ Diagnostic job is used for Bucky±

Ratings: (+18) Explicit Content

Warnings: SLOW BURN!!!! Will be displayed here when appropriate

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Notes:  Each chapter is titled as 'Episodes', to clarify, if three chapters are titled "Episode One" that means those three chapters exist within the same time frame (AKA those chapters happen over a singular day or span over a week).

Episode One- The Deduction of Steve Rogers

11:00 am Wreck Room

"Have you told him?" Steve looks up from the staff's coffee machine to see Natasha, she's leaning against the table with her arms crossed. She's still dressed in her scrubs, despite being in surgery for plus five hours she still looks immaculate and beautiful. "He's going to find out soon, ya know? He's the master at deducing, heck, that's his entire job. There's no problem or puzzle that he can't solve."

Steve sighed, stirring the milk into the coffee for a second longer than necessary. "He's got a case right now. I have about," Steve looks at the clock on the wall and back to Natasha, "three more hours to think of how to break the news." He gives a little sigh and shakes his head, "I don't know why he'd be mad, she messaged me and I haven't even replied back, yet."

"You know how he gets," She shrugs, red hair pulled into a tight bun that she is currently taking down. "He's going to be figuring out why you haven't replied, he'll go into some in-depth explanation that'll explain why you didn't tell him straight away either- leading all towards the fact you want to message her."

Steve shakes his head, rolling his blue eyes as he taps the spoon three times against the rim of his mug before taking a thoughtful sip of his drink.

"Don't need to tell him now," giving her a pointed look, "you've been hanging around his office too much, Romanoff."

Natasha shrugs one shoulder, "I've been looking out for his newest intern, Parker. Stark wanted to make sure that Barnes didn't fire him within the first week, despite the demeaning comments the kid seems to be holding himself well."

Steve nodded and hears his phone beep, he checks and sees it's his ex-wife, his first ex-wife. Peggy Carter, his first real and true love, she's the one that pushed him into this job and supported him through his last year at Med School. He, honestly, thought she was it for him. They'd have a couple of kids together, work their respected jobs and raise a beautiful, happy family and grow old. But that didn't happen. In fact, on their second wedding anniversary, he was given divorce papers- by her lawyer, Edwin Jarvis.

Didn't see it coming. Sure, they had arguments like normal couples. Steve was dedicated to his job, he has to be because he's the Oncologist. There are people that are relying on him to form a good treatment plan; something that'll give them more time or help them beat their cancer. He never neglected his husband duties, he never neglected her and he never got a definitive answer to their divorce. What he does know is that James Barnes, his best friend, resents the woman and practically got Steve back on his feet after the divorce was finalised.

"You still not gonna answer her?"

'We need to talk, Steven.' Is the latest text that was sent to his phone, maybe they do need to talk, it'll get him some closure but he can't face her right now.

"I'm too busy, right now." He sighed and slipped the phone back into his pant pocket, "I've got to go over the recent funding for my department, Fury wants all documented and flies perfect for the Chairman that's coming this week. Meaning," he sighed and slipped his eyes to Natasha as he walks to the door, "I've gotta somehow get Barnes to do his own reports... or do them myself. He's also gotta do his six hours of clinic duty, but I might be going for overkill."

Steve walks out of the room, mug still in hand and turning, almost spilling the contents of his mug over the small intern. Parker is pushing a stretcher with Wanda on the other side, to save the coffee he holds it up and out of their way.

"Sorry, Dr Rogers, heading to surgery!" Wanda yells over her shoulder, blood splattered over her clothes.

Steve is almost tempted to follow, clearly, the Diagnostics Teams case is more complicated than they thought and James hadn't solved it just yet.

Meaning Steve had a couple of hours to get his work done before James starts snooping into his life, as normal. He has a few hours to reflect and act normal as if nothing has happened and therefore meaning his friend won't realise anything has happened.

1:34 pm Cafeteria

A body slides up beside Steve, plopping a Red Bull and a bowl of fries, plus a packet of Doritos onto his tray. Steve doesn't have to look to know it's James, but he looks anyway to see the usual neutral face of his friend. Steely eyes are looking back at him, there's a slight ghost of a smirk on his lips because he knows that Steve will complain... but pay for his lunch anyway.

"I'm adding all these lunches up, by the way. Giving you the bill at Christmas." Is all Steve mutters to him, standing in line behind a few clinic nurses; that are chatting amongst themselves.

James rolls his eyes, "My guy needs a Craniotomy," Completely changing the subject altogether, "can you get Wilson to do it?" Steve furrows his eyebrows and looks at him, crossing his arms over his chest when he faces him, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms and a couple of pens in his shirt pocket. "He always puts me around the ringer, he'll say yes without question if you ask."

"I'm not asking Sam, if you need that surgery then you ask." Voice stern as he turns back and pulls out his wallet, nodding at the cashier, "for both," he mutters before handing over the money. James picks up the tray as he grabs the change, both walking over to a table and sitting down. "Don't throw my salad at me," he reprimands as James chucks the salad bowl at him.

"Oh, you mean that rabbit food?" James counters, pulling a chocolate bar from his pocket and opening it, Steve frowns when looking at him unwrapping the sweet treat. "You're gonna go up and pay for this, aren't you?"

Steve gives him a disapproving look. "Did you steal that?"

"I didn't if you go and pay for it," he laughs loudly when Steve gets up and walks to the counter, handing her the correct change and explaining before walking back to their table. "You're such a good boy, Rogers. So, what's been going on?"

Steve rolls his eyes, out of the two Barnes was the guy who cut corners. He believed that separating emotions from their work makes you a better Doctor, he could be right, but Steve has the belief that being emotional and leading with your emotions creates an environment that makes you want to save every patient. They're opposite ends of the spectrum. Bucky likes the thrill of puzzle-solving, getting that diagnostic and Steve likes saving his patients anyway he can.

Steve stopped mid-bite of his salad, glancing at James who wasn't even looking at him, opening his can of energy drink.

"Well, Fury has ordered all of us to get our paperwork done and I have, so do you want me to do yours?" James looks up and raises his eyebrows, "the new chairman of the board, Barnes. I don't want him to have more reasons to hate you, your personality already puts people off." Barnes gives a mock hurt face but nods in agreement. "I'll take your reports home tonight and do it for you."

They're silent for a few minutes, both eating in respective silence. James gets a few alerts on his pager, not bothering to check it; standard for him. Steve mostly talks, randomly talking about the wrestling match that they're going to have to record this weekend; he's working the night shifts. Telling James the usual bet wager is on, they always put in 200$ each and each, and every time, Barnes somehow wins- yet, Steve pays for his lunches.

Once they've finished their food and put their trash away they walk to the elevators. Stepping in and pressing the button for their floor, fortunately, their offices are next to one another. Something that Rogers later found out that Barnes requested, he wanted Steve closeby, possibly to annoy him as he does on the daily. James is often found in Steve's office, hiding from potential cases.

Steve glances at his wristwatch, present from his first wife-he's sentimental. Bucky calls him hopeless, perhaps he is. Peggy had brought that for him, a birthday present, and he has said he would pawn it off and buy himself a new watch. He just never has the time to go and look at watches or spend that amount on a decent one- the one Peggy got was decent, at least, that's what she had told him.

"You never answered my question," Steve quirks an eyebrow and looks at James, "About what's been going. You avoided the question and told me about work, we haven't caught up in almost two days because of my latest case." He looks expectingly at Steve, "could be because nothing new has happened, but you always update me on something new you've watched on Netflix and I know you have started something new. Something has happened; you don't want to tell me and it's either because it's bad or you just don't want to tell me."

The elevator doors open and they both step out, Steve looks at James and sighs softly.

"For once, please, just leave this alone." James tilts his head, he's only a few inches shorter than Steve. "It's not even that interesting or worth your time, trust me."

James nods once, "You don't want me to know and it's also bad, interesting." He smiles before walking to his office, just as his team shows up.

5:00pm Barnes' Office

"James, give me your paperwork." He has his coat hanging off an arm and his briefcase in the other, shoulder holding the glass door open.

Parker, Maximoff, and Jones all look up at Steve from their table. The whiteboard behind them have the patients different symptoms down, Steve briefly looks before watching James' attempt to lift the large stacks of files and papers. He notices the stiffness displayed in the left shoulder, how it locks-up and he can't move it, so Steve steps up and grabs the files.

An injury from years ago, he got it looked at even had surgery on that shoulder... to no avail. The pain lingers on. A reminder of his past life, a life that Steve never brings up out of respect for his friend.

"Hows the first wife?"

Steve stops and looks up, James doesn't wear a readable expression and Steve's throat tightens, daring to glance at the others in the room. He couldn't wait to bring this up privately, of course, he couldn't because it's James Barnes: when he figures something out he needs an audience. They all just watch as Steve has an internal battle within himself.

"It could be Non-Hodjikns-lymphoma," Jones pipes up, coat hanging off the back of her chair, clearly trying to get the conversation back onto the patient. "We've been thinking it's all in the head, but it could be pushing down on the spine and creating the symptoms we've seen in the brain."

"So I'm right," Barnes continues and Steve places the paperwork into his briefcase.

Finally looking at him once he clicks it shut. "I haven't even replied to her. It's nothing. I told you to leave this alone, so leave it."

"I just can't figure out why you weren't going to tell me," James leans against the wall and shrugs his shoulders as Steve looks at him with disbelief. "I'm your best friend, in fact, I'm your only friend that knows Peggy Carter and what she did to you. Why didn't you come to me first?" Before Steve can get a word in, James is off again, "Could be many things; you want to message her and me knowing would make it difficult, you know I would remind you of how evil she is. Could be because you aren't going to message her but you feel guilty, you want to message her but you know she's evil. It's something deeper, though."

Steve just sighs tiredly, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bucky," the nickname he hardly ever uses a work because professionalism is Steve's forte, "It's five text messages, all of which I have received today. This is one piece of thread that is frayed and small, not everything deserves to be a puzzle and my life, what I do, isn't something to be discussed at work. Leave it." The room is silent, James gives a curt nod.

"50$ on you texting her before lunch tomorrow," James calls out before his office door closes, Steve grumbles to himself with a shake of his head when pressing the elevator button heading to the parking lot.

- Please let me know what you think, I really appreciate feedback and want to know if this is something you’re interested in. Let me know if you want to be tagged too :) Rosalie- 

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[helpinghanikan]

And they were quarantined

Marvel (and Matt Murdock) x Reader

Sum: Oh my God, they were quarantined. 

AN: Guess whose school is shut down! 

Steve Rogers:

Steve has already gone through the ringer of blood tests and experiments. Nothing was found in the forties, nothing was found when he awoke years later, and there was nothing found now. Instead it was business as usual for him.

Laying back against the couch and staring at the TV in mostly confusion. A few times sitting forward, and then leaning back. He probably wasn’t even aware that he was doing it. It was like watching someone on a rocking chair; absentmindedly going back and forth, not realizing that his old lady was waiting for him to notice her.

“Most people don’t know how to react to this.” You finally say, getting bored of watching him go back and forth.

It’s a manner of habit that you hand him a drink before taking up the couch seat next to him. He’s barely finished his first sip when your legs take their natural place across his lap. Strong hands massaging your calves, a similar habit your delivery of the drink.

“’Most’?” Steve says with almost a laugh. “Who do you know that can react to this?”

He chuckles at the look you give him. But his hands do press a little harder into your leg.

“It was mainly Mom who was doing the panicking. She wouldn’t let me outside unless she was with me when I was little.” He says this while switching focus between TV and your legs. “She would hold my hand tight where-ever we went. I’m pretty sure the first time she had let go was when there was just too many groceries.”

You were still listening, you swear. But the work his hands did caused reactions out of your control. His hands had found their way up your pant legs. Squeezing and pressing almost randomly from the back of your knees down to the soles. A few times his dull nails could scratch and drag down and up your skin.

There was no way Steve had ever bothered the learn how to properly message someone. With his regular struggles with technology there was slim chance he had ever googled it. This entire affair, to him, was on the same level of petting a cat. Until you showed any displeasure he’d keep doing what he’s doing.

“Isn’t the point of social distancing is to be away from eachother?” You ask from somewhere in your comfy place.

He smiles fondly, both hands sliding up your calf. “She didn’t see that as the issue. She was just like everyone’s mom. So long as I was holding onto to something she trusted I was safe in her mind. She made Bucky hold my hand when we were really little when going outside.”

“Aww…” You say, “Lil’ baby Bucky holding Lil’ baby Steve-y’s hand.”

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” He says with another chuckle.

There would come a point when Steve would have to get back out there. When that point comes you’d be left alone for a long while. For now, though, you focused his dull nails. And that you finally had to time to introduce him to google.

0-0-0

Tony Stark:

It didn’t matter if you had experience or not, this was an all hands-on deck situation. Afterall, it didn’t take a genius businessman to yell at some floor managers.

Tony had only appointed three people to speak on his behalf; You, Happy and Pepper. As usual Pepper took point as the media woman and boss of the operation. Leaving you and Happy to be the mouth pieces: using the tablets to pop in the mangers offices.

“No, Mr. Stark isn’t here, I’m here. And I’m telling you to start making these now.” Happy was getting into the role of designated yell-er pretty well. Almost smiling although he was supposed to be serious.

“Don’t let them try and explain things. You already know,” Pepper leaned over your shoulder before you had the chance to call. Playing the part of your coach in this confidence game.

“But I don’t know,” You almost whisper, already proving this job might not be for you.

“So you just pretend like you do. Be firm, don’t let him argue, you got this.” Pepper says.

She slides back to her seat on the couch. Two phones already set to handle the influx of coming questions. She’s been bouncing between the phone, Happy and you for the past hour or so. Only taking a breath when Tony made a call to check in.

This wasn’t the first time you had to step up for Stark industries. Playing the part of assistant, representative and even coffee runner when the need arose. But, even with all that, those a little below Tony still didn’t see you as anything more than Mr. Stark’s arm candy.

Before this was just an assumption you had. Seeing how the faces of these men and women change when your face appears on screen confirms it.

The first supervisor you reached actually rolled her eyes at you. You hadn’t even given the order to start on the ventilators, you had only stated your name.

“I know who you are,” She had interrupted you to state this.

The confidence from Pepper and Tony had seeped into your very being at that point. Whether it was because this bitch had taken an attitude or that Pepper was watching, but it all came out at once.

“Then you know who I know,” Your spine straightened, and you almost became another person. “I’m speaking on behalf of Anthony Stark, your Boss’s boss, and the manufacturing is going to be changing for a bit. An email was sent this morning regarding the change, have you received it?”

There was a twinge in the Bitch’s eyebrow at your tone. “Yes, we got the email this morning. But it wouldn’t be a sound decision to make these changes-.”

“It’s a good thing that it’s not your decisions, then. Get it started and a memo ready to Ms. Potts when you are all set.” You say, “I’m even going to let you have the last word in. Any comments?”

The floor manager hangs up, but she got the message.

0-0-0

Thor:

It’s selfish to say but you wish Thor had just kept his mouth shut. The second he told the world that, not only was he immune to human diseases, he couldn’t be a carrier either he practically disappeared from that spot.

Now you are just the handler following him around. From soft chairs to hard chairs you watch him donate time and blood to a world that wasn’t his. Still, you would force a valid smile when he came out. Continuing to do so until you were stopped from going inside, at least, not without a white suit and face mask.

“I can’t see your face through these,” He comments from a table. Reaching out to poke at your glasses.

“I can see plenty of you, though.” You say, still annoyed about his constant lack of shirt.

“It’s to see the reactions,” He perks himself out, as if on display. “It’s called-they call it observation. It’s to observe.”

“We won’t be watching you for much longer.” It’s random doctor numb. 4 who says this. Sliding the lab door behind her. “I just need to take the pictures and you’ll both be able to go to your room.”

Ah, yes, the room. A suited-up hospital room you were forced to share. Granted, this was entirely your choice. You’ve been told, several times, that you are more than free to leave. They only needed Thor to test and experiment. But the moment you left the hospital there was no way you’d be let back in.

So you settle: cross your arms and let Doctor numb. 4 take pictures of your man shirtless.

0-0-0

Bucky Barnes:

The carpet is going to wear through from his pacing between the window, the office, and the couch. Sitting or standing only long enough to turn something on before making his way to the next spot. At some point you’ve stopped moving over for him to take his seat. Instead just raising your arm when he got close enough. Allowing the room for him to settle against you. Then immediately raising the same arm to let him go and make his rounds again.

It was an odd situation for him to be in: Not allowed to leave but there was nothing physically (or mentally) stopping him. The only thing keeping him in were the looks you gave from the couch.

Now, Bucky reached the point where he just stared out the window like a house cat.

“If I go for a run, will anyone stop me?” He asks.  

“People over eighty are the highest at risk right now.” You say, not bothering to look up when “just saying. It’s safer for you to stay inside, old man.”

He moves from the window, your arm raises. The couch, an old thing donated from your old roommate, creaked under his weight. If this were a cartoon there’d be dust clouds puffing out from the cushions. Bucky is more likely to catch something from the couch then anything out there.

0-0-0

Natasha Romanoff:

There’s a word for being offended by something but understanding why, it just couldn’t be thought of at the moment.

The world had been close to being on fire several times and Nat has been involved in almost all of them. Now, with an enemy that can’t simply be shot or lied to, Nat’s talents had to be used elsewhere.

“The openings this pandemic made are insane. So many of the bad guys are going to take advantage, or they already are.” Nat has explained over the phone.

“Yeah, I know. I get it. Can you just, you know, be careful?” It was a sappy, predictable thing to ask, but there was comfort in her reaction.

At that point you hadn’t seen or heard from Nat in two weeks. That was nothing new, she was like a cat. You’d go to sleep with her beside you and wake up with a cold space. From there it would be a little search to find some trace of her. Usually coming as a note saying she had to bug out suddenly, or she’d come back after a few minutes bagel or coffee in hand.

The day she left there was a little sticky note saying she had to run. None of those notes ever had a time frame of where she was going or when she was getting back. She wouldn’t reply or contact until it was safe, and that could be actual minutes before she comes through the door.

It’s embarrassing to admit that you had waited with the little burner phone. It would only ever ring for Nat. And it hasn’t done so in almost forever.  

0-0-0

T’challa:

For all of Wakanda’s technology there was no cure for paranoia and loyalty. Instead of your man greeting you off of the plane it was doctors and two of the Dora Milaje in masks.

“It’s just for a few more days, two weeks.” Shuri says from the other side of the glass.

“Two weeks are not ‘a few days’,” You correct.

There really wasn’t anything to this room that you could complain about. It was mostly white, like every hospital room, but there was splashes of color in the blankets and the furniture. A large TV facing a love seat and bookshelf prepared with everything from fiction to medical encyclopedias. All you had to do was ask and you could get anything else you could want or needed. Even with that you sat on the raised hospital bed, legs swinging under the frame.

“Is there anything you can do? A test that can clear her faster?” T’challa speaks to his sister in their mother language.

After spending more then half of your time in Wakanda you were starting to pick up the language. Maybe you could convince someone who didn’t know any of the language that you were fluent. Even after playing with those language apps you were, at best, a conversationalist.

“You’re welcome to go in,” Shuri says. She then pauses and looks back at him. “That was a joke. Don’t go inside.”

T’challa looks back at you through the window. Playing the part of the fearless leader who was only slightly concerned. Leaning forward against the edge of the window to look in at you. The first smile you have seen since getting there came after you gave a little wave.

0-0-0

Pietro Maximoff:

When everything started to get shady Pietro had two choices: spend the time on mission that avoid populated areas. Or slow way down: spend the quarantine as a regular person, at a regular speed. Supposedly, this was in case he was spreading the disease without having any symptoms.

He chosen the second; actually taking the elevator, walking to your joint apartment. His choice to spend the time with you was a gesture greater than flowers.

“It’s better to wake to your face then my snoring sister’s.” He had said, jokingly waving it off. Although he did move around the apartment with more pride.

The first two days of isolation were just as sweet as his gesture. Like an extended date. It began to wear out when having sex became something to do when there was nothing else worth doing. When wearing pajamas, although clean, just made everything feel dirty. And watching him run back and forth in the apartment was like watching a tiny dog with a bad case of the zoomies.

Cracks started to show when the downstairs neighbors had enough and moved on from just banging on the ceiling.

Your neighbor’s knock on the door had prepared you for the basics: Neighbor might be passive aggressive and ask a stupid question then mock you for whatever answer you gave. More likely they were angry and would start shouting the moment your shadow showed under the door.

The man at the door was the opposite of the angry neighbor stereotype. A sluggish looking man whose shirt needed to be ironed and hair was hidden by a hat to avoid having to be brushed. The level of done he was had surpassed anger.

“Please, please stop.” He says when you open the door.

Nothing had prepared you for that. The downstairs apartment had a family, you knew that, but you’d never really talked to them. Usually only banging on the ceiling when Pietro does his zoomies.

“I am so sorry,” You said, knowing that Pietro was watching from somewhere behind you.

Neighbor man barely nodded before turning towards the elevators.

Both you and Pietro didn’t say anything after closing the door. Pietro obviously felt bad based on the shuffling of his feet. You had to feel bad because you hadn’t really tried to stop Pietro from running around.

“Nobody will stop us if we go for a run…” You say, hoping that in the time you say that the lockdown hadn’t gotten stricter.

“That’s going to be more of a walk,” Pietro comments.

Doing nothing all day has become more tiring then it should be. Making you too tired to even consider getting offended or arguing with his comment. “You wanna-, I don’t know. You wanna have sex?”

He shrugs, trying to come off as nonchalant as you seemed to be. But the slight smile he had at your suggestion was still obvious. “Sure, if you want to.”

You roll your eyes at him but are the first to step towards the couch.

0-0-0

Peter Parker:

Gatherings have to be less than ten, two was probably good enough. Especially when one was wearing a mask, and not the mask he usually wears.

“I think the six feet would be enough.” You say, taking the seat at the furthest end of the couch.

“Aunt May asked me to wear it,” Peter takes off the mask at the other end. Sitting perched on the arm of the couch facing you. “I told her we’re not going out anywhere. I think it was just for the walk over here.”

There was a small debate about what exactly the regulations meant when they said, “six feet apart.” Both of you stretching out your legs along the couch until your feet are intertwined. It was decided that, so long as your mouths are six feet apart, you were okay. Your feet didn’t count.

For the past few weeks the closest to affection was a game of footsie. Socked feet lightly kicking back and forth at each other until your legs get twisted together.

At no point was there a conversation about this being your go to activity. At first, it was assumed it would just be a streaming service binge. Then his foot tapped yours and it continued until your entangled. It’s only a few seconds later that you’re breaking the six-foot rule.

0-0-0

Stephen Strange:

It shouldn’t be so surprising that Stephen had gone back into the field. Although he wouldn’t be going back into the operating room he could still help out with the basics.

Although you shouldn’t be surprised it was still annoying. Without being married or living together you weren’t going to see him for a while. Instead bribing him for pictures of the Doctor in scrubs to be sent over text. An over the bra picture of your breasts in exchange for your man in uniform.

You hadn’t asked but he seemed to be happy to be back, even a little bit. Without much communication the best you can do is make a guess. Once or twice his name has been mentioned on the news. He wasn’t interviewed, for obvious reasons, though.

Even that small thing would be nice, though. To hear him and see him in another way then just the phone.

0-0-0

Matt Murdock:

It’s amazing how Matt’s world somehow exists on both ends of the adaptation spectrum. Your smell, or more romantically described, your scent was the easiest to get used to. Especially after that particular perfume mysteriously disappeared. With your scent in his apartment it almost overpowered the downstairs neighbor and their habit of forgetting to take out their garbage.

The hardest thing to get used to was your physical presence. This wasn’t your fault; you were being as quiet as possible. Music played lower through headphones, wearing slippers and socks around the house, even the dishes were washed set down as lightly as possible. It was impossible to avoid messing with Matt’s world, especially at night.

“What’s wrong?” He’d ask, half-alive, whenever you’d try and slide out of bed.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” You’d whisper, leaning over the bed. “Go back to sleep.”

But he couldn’t. Everything at night was amplified; the rats in the street, the neighbors, everything. Especially his girlfriend using the bathroom or getting water in the middle of the night. Or worse, doing work on your laptop. The tapping of the keys was worse than a dripping sink that somehow happened, at the same time, in three different apartments.

Worse than that was when you’d ask if you bothering him. Of course it was annoying, he wouldn’t give up on trying to sleep if it wasn’t annoying. How does it explain why it’s annoying, though?

“No, no you’re fine. Foggy is going to go crazy if I don’t go over this paperwork.” He’d explain away, even if the paperwork was done days ago.

With everything in lock-down Dare Devil had more time to be with his girl. But being with someone and locking yourself in a apartment with someone for unknown amount of time is different.

0-0-0

Carol Danvers:

“This is really…not what I’m used to.” Carol says in the makeup chair, staring at herself in the mirror.

Mr. Makeup had his work cut out for him. How was the Captain Marvel supposed to look for this kind of PSA? Heroic with hair extensions and fan? Or curled locks and red lips with a camera angle the accentuates the muscled figure everyone secretly think about. In the end he went with natural colors, maybe a little dark lines around the eyes.

“Literally everyone of you have said that. Be happy that we aren’t making you do as many as Mr. Steve Rogers.” Ms. PR lady finally puts away her phone, walking around Mr. Makeup and leaning against Carol’s shoulder. “You just have to look into that camera and tell the world that we are in this together. ‘Now is the time for unity, there is enough suffering already.’ Okay?”

Carol looks towards you in one of the chair. Matching your face of ‘really?’.

“I’ll see you out there,” Ms. PR says, then turning towards Mr. Makeup. “Add some wrinkles or something, make her angrier.”

Although looking back to you, your face no longer matched hers. Instead you’re hiding behind your face. Pretending that she couldn’t see you behind the screen nor could hear your laughs.

“This is not something that my abilities are going to help with.” It’s obvious that Carol is starting to sound bitter about the whole thing.

“This pandemic isn’t something you can just shoot.” You say, giving up the phone and moving next to your woman.

The look she gave you was probably the level of threatening Ms. PR was looking for.

“Babe, I know.” Carol says, almost snaps.

Carol was a military woman; good at tactics and fighting. Not the person you would go to first in regards to handling a pandemic. But certainly the first when it comes to making sure people stay in line.

Sliding the phone away you take the rightful place by Carol’s side. “I’m sorry,” You say.

“I know,” she doesn’t move her head as Mr. Makeup is still toying with the foundation. “I’m just going to threaten the entire earth and then go do actual work. No offense to all of this, of course.”

Mr. Makeup just shrugs, “I’m getting paid whether you do a good job or not.” He finishes up, stopping a second to give you a quick look. “Don’t wreck the makeup, please.”

Although you tried to get a quick kiss in, Mr. Make up was ready. Shouting from the other side of the set.

#marvel imagine #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil imaigne #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #bucky barns x reader #winter soldier x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #Quicksilver x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #dr. strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black panther x reader #black widow x reader #t'challa x reader #quarantined au #inspired by meme

[myarmsaretoolong]

Into the Unknown

@whumptober2020​ Prompt #15: Into the Unknown - Magical Healing

Word Count: 4534

Warnings: Minor Blood | Death/Dying | Hospital Scenes | Serious Injury

Synopsis: Peter plans to sacrifice his life to save the Avengers, Tony won’t let him go so easily

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The call came in the night, dragging the Avengers from their beds to the blaring sound of Friday’s alarm. The intruder alarm, to be precise. Following that, a mad dash for the armoury to suit up, then a desperate fire-fight in the confines of the Avengers Facility’s hallways to push the intruders back.

They weren’t just intruders, no, they were a militia. Tony recognised their uniforms as a group of enraged civilians who detested the very notion of superheroes, though until now, only expressed their hatred via Twitter or an occasional low-turnout protest. He had no idea so many people supported their cause to such extent they’d be willing to pick up an illegal Chitauri weapon - they failed to see the irony - and storm the compound.

Oh, how wrong he’d been.

Within the halls, the Avengers had been winning, no question about it. But outside, the scales tipped the other way. The pure size of the militia force - at least a hundred strong according to Friday - threatened to overwhelm the team. Sam appeared to be fighting a concussion as well as five armed soldiers, Natasha clutched an arm across her ribs as she limped away from a pile of unconscious bodies.

Tony flew to her side, helmet retracted, and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay? If you need to take five-”

“I’m okay,” Natasha looked up to Tony and smiled. “Nothing I can’t handle.” She lifted her arm to wipe away a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

Tony raised a sceptical eyebrow, “Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.”

“Look around,” Natasha’s face hardened, “we’re grossly outnumbered here. I can’t afford five-” Her eyes flicked over Tony’s shoulder and grew wide. Tony spun around just in time to see a bright blue ball of electricity hurtling towards the pair. Before he had time to react, it stuck him clean in the chest and sent him barreling backwards, knocking Natasha down with him.

“Shit,” he breathed, struggling to catch his breath as he rolled off of Natasha. Laying on his back, Tony turned his head to face Natasha by his side. “Maybe I’ll take that five,” he chuckled.

Natasha didn’t return the sentiment; her eyes fixed on the centre of his chest. “Tony… Your suit…”

Tony looked down at his bare arms, eyes growing wide. The electricity blast struck the nanoparticle housing unit and knocked it out of commission, causing it to almost fully retract the suit so that only a handful of snaking tendrils spread across his chest. “Oh.”

“We have bigger problems.” Natasha winced as she sat up and watched as a couple of soldiers closed in.

Tony followed her gaze, fear brewing in the bottom of his stomach. “Shit.” He pushed himself to his feet, Natasha following suit, and prepared for the beating of a lifetime.

Peter swung in, his foot connecting with the head of the front-most soldier before landing and quickly dispatching the second. He watched the pair for a moment, ensuring they wouldn’t be troubling anyone for a good few hours, before running over to Tony and Natasha. “Hey, Mister Stark, Agent Romanoff,” Peter looked them up and down, taking in their bedraggled, bloodied appearance, “Are you okay?”

“Suit’s down,” Tony replied quickly. “And Nat’s in more pain then she’s letting on.” Natasha punched his arm. Tony shot her a look and rubbed the sore patch, “Hey! What did I just say about the suit? I’ve got no protection.”

“Exactly,” Natasha smirked. She turned to Peter, nodding to the small, spherical, object in his hand. “What’s that?”

“Well…” Peter rubbed the back of his head and took a step back. “It’s, uh…”

“Come on, kid. We don’t have the time right now.”

Peter met Tony’s eye, then quickly looked away, fixing his gaze on the ground at his feet. “The Chitauri weapons only work if their power source is intact, like the Mothership back in New York.” A chill ran down Tony’s spine as realisation dawned. “I found the source, and made this to destroy it.”

“A bomb?” Tony asked, a little more aggressively then he’d really intended it to be. Peter nodded, still staring at the floor. “Pete, don’t tell me you’re-”

“I have to,” Peter cut in, his voice wavering, “No one else can get there quick enough. It has to be me.”

“Kid, no…”

Finally, Peter looked up. His eyes flooded with tears, but his jaw was set. In that moment, Tony knew there was not talking Peter out of this. When Peter spoke again, his voice didn’t wobble. It would have been inspiring if Tony wasn’t about to watch his kid sacrifice his life. “Tell May I love her. Ned and MJ, too. Tell them I was brave.”

Tony bit back rising tears and stepped forward. “Peter…”

“I love you, Mister Stark. Tony.”

Tony’s floodgate crumbled and tears slipped down his face. He reached a hand forward and rubbed his thumb against Peter’s cheek, the kid leaning into his touch and closing his eyes. “I love you too. But-”

As soon as the words left Tony’s mouth, Peter disappeared, charging across the battlefield towards the treeline. Tony didn’t move his hand, though his hand instantly turned cold lacking Peter’s presence.

“Tony,” Natasha moved to stand in front of him, clasping his hand in both of her own.

“I have to go after him,” he tried to pull his hand free, but Natasha held firm.

“You can’t. You don’t even have your suit.”

If you’re nothing without the suit, then you shouldn’t have it.

“I have to.” This time, Tony freed his hand and took off after Peter, ignoring Natasha as she shouted after him. His legs were no match for the likes of Peter, but that didn’t stop Tony from pushing himself harder than ever before. He flew across the battlefield, sprinting past Steve who’d been battled to the floor, shield knocked far from his reach. Darting past Vision and Wanda, the duo standing back to back desperately trying to hold back an ever closing circle of soldiers.

A hand shot out, grabbing hold of Tony’s arms and dragging him to a stop. Clint’s face appeared in front of him, a nasty gash on the corner of his eyebrow turning half of his face into a cascade of crimson. The other half coated in dirt. “What are you doing, man? Get somewhere safe!”

Tony shook his head, “I-I can’t. The kid… He’s gonna-” Tony’s voice cracked, Clint turned around just in time to see Peter swing up into the trees, swallowed by the darkness. “My kid’s gonna get himself killed.”

If anyone understood, it would be Clint. Tony looked him in the eye, a battle of wills ensuing between the pair. But of course, it only took Clint a second to imagine if it were one of his kids instead. He stepped to the side, nodding once. “You’d better come back, Stark. Both of you.”

Tony didn’t waste time replying before chasing after Peter. Screams and yells sounded from every direction, some from the soldiers, some sickeningly recognisable as his friend’s. The eerie blue light from the Chitauri weapons flashed across the field, cutting through the darkness like fireworks overhead. Tony tuned it all out, the sounds muffled when they reached his ears, lights blurred into the background as he pumped his legs, wishing them to move faster. To carry him to Peter in time.

Bursting into the tree line, the world around Tony plunged into darkness. Not even the Chitauri weapons managing to penetrate the strangling shadows. Tony leapt over thick tree roots, blindly searching for the kid. “Peter?” He yelled, ripping his throat raw. “Peter!”

A weak glow shined somewhere ahead of him, Tony dashed towards it, crunching leaves and twigs underfoot, almost tripping in his haste. Finally close enough to make out the object, Tony skidded to a halt.

A small pillar, clearly of Chitauri design with the mix of metals and futuristic patterning, the glow came from inside a clear square sitting atop it. Peter stood just to the side, the bomb clutched in one hand, eyes fixed on the pillar. As Tony watched, helpless to stop him, Peter lifted the bomb, took a deep breath, and pressed the button.

Tony lunged forward, reaching out his arm as if he could grab hold of Peter and pull him away. A scream tore from his throat, drawing Peter’s attention just quick enough for his eyes to grow wide before fire engulfed him. Tony flew backwards and hit the ground hard, branches crashing down over his head.

Ringing. An incessant ringing filled Tony’s ears, blocking out every other sound as he tried to push the fallen branches off of himself. After what felt like hours of scrabbling- though likely only a few seconds - moonlight cracked through the debris, and Tony found himself staring up at stars overhead. He sat up, ears still ringing, and saw the devastation surrounding him.

The pillar had gone, replaced by a crater carved deep into the ground. All the trees in a hundred-foot radius lay flat on the ground, the closest uprooted entirely where some further back still managed to cling to the ground. Tony clambered to his feet and stumbled over the pile of branches he stood on towards the crater. He slid down one side, heart in his mouth and fear in his chest. At the bottom, Peter’s body. Small, broken, burned.

Tony dropped to his knees beside him, reaching out a shaking hand to pull off the kid’s mask, the burnt strips fell to pieces in his hands. He let the remnants float away on the breeze. “Kid?” The word, barely audible over the ringing, sounded like someone else’s voice to Tony’s ears. “Kid, come on…” Tears fell over Tony’s cheeks as he tapped Peter’s cheek, trying to wake him. “Please, Pete. Please.” He moved his hand to Peter’s wrist, overwhelming relief filling every inch of his body when he felt the weak beat of his pulse.

He scooped Peter into his arms, trying to ignore how frail and weak his body felt in his arms. The explosion tore his suit asunder, holes with charred edges gave way to burnt skin and flaps of material hung down between Tony’s arms. Blood trickled from his nose as Peter’s head lolled limply backwards. Tony lumbered back up the crater, digging his feet into the soil to keep himself from falling.

When he finally reached the top, Rhodey and Steve ran towards them. Both faces showing the same mix of fear and confusion. Steve reached Tony first, “What happened? Barton mentioned something about Peter but-” he finally saw Peter’s body, eyes falling of the kid’s pale, blood-covered face. “Oh- Is he…?“

Tony jerked his chin up. “He’s alive,” his voice wavered, but the ringing faded enough to clearly hear Steve’s words. “But- But he needs Cho.”

“I’ll take him,” Rhodey said as he joined them. Tony shook his head, taking a step back. “I can fly over there and have him with Cho within the minute. You’d have to walk, Tones. It makes sense.” Rhodey didn’t give Tony the time or option to refuse, he marched forward and carefully manoeuvered Peter from Tony’s arms, not that Tony put up much resistance.

The second Peter left Tony’s arms, he crumbled. Steve lunged forward to catch Tony before he hit the ground. “Woah,” he said over the sound of Rhodey’s thrusters carrying him away. “I think you’re in shock. We should get Cho to check you over, too.”

“No,” Tony mumbled. He sat heavily on a tree trunk, he felt as if Rhodey took Tony’s strength as well as his kid. “’M fine. Just-” he breathed hard, holding his left hand with his right and closed his eyes. “Just need a minute to- catch my breath.”

“Tony,” Steve crouched down to his level, one hand on his shoulder. “You need to breathe. Rhodey’s got Peter, he’s in safe hands. Just focus on breathing. Here, breathe with me.” Steve reached out to take Tony’s hand, but he batted it away and shrugged his hand from his shoulder.

“Shut it, would you,” he snapped. Did Steve deserve it? No. But Tony couldn’t take his fearful expression or tone of voice that sounded like he was talking to a child. “Just back off. Just-” Tony huffed out a sharp breath as Steve shuffled back. He closed his eyes again, forced his breaths to remain calm, focused on his senses, what he could hear, the rough feel of the tree trunk under his palms. Just as his therapist suggested.

He drummed his fingers on the log, a nonsense tune, but it kept his mind occupied and away from thoughts of Peter’s feeble pulse under his fingertips. If he listened hard enough, just over the ringing he could make out the sounds of his fellow Avengers shouting orders to each other, a distant bird returning to its nest, and the rustle of leaves in the light breeze.

“Okay. Okay, I’m-” Tony opened his eyes and looked at Steve. “Sorry about that, I just needed-”

Steve waved a dismissive hand. “It’s nothing. Don’t mention it.”

“We should go check on Pete. May would kill me if she knew I left him alone.” Plus I need to know...

“Yeah,” Steve stepped forward and offered Tony a hand, helping him to his. “Let’s get going.”

They walked out of the forest and back onto the battlefield, though now it was less of a battlefield and more a graveyard for disabled Chitauri weapons. The Avengers who managed to stay on their feet rounded up the militia by the door to the Facility, Tony heard the mention of calling Ross as he and Steve passed. Each of the Avengers’ eyes followed him inside.

Rhodey stood outside the medical room door, no longer in his suit, waiting for Tony. Steve hung back, knowing this wasn’t his place. Things between them never fully recovered after the civil war, they both knew it, they both knew it wasn’t returning to how it had once been. Tony b-lined for the door, his need to see Peter stronger than anything else, but Rhodey stepped into his path. Tony waited for him to move, he only folded his arms.

“Please.”

“Cho doesn’t want you in there. And to be honest, neither do I.”

“Rhodey, that’s my kid.”

“I know,” Rhodey unfolded his arms. “I know you love him, and I can’t imagine what you feel right now. But you being in there isn’t going to help anyone. Sam’s with one of the nurses, he’ll update us in a few minutes.”

Tears flooded Tony’s eyes, he tried to hide them behind his hand. Rhodey stepped forward and wrapped Tony in his arms, a second later, Tony returned the hug, clinging to Rhodey like his life depended on it. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand if he let go. They stayed that way for a minute before Tony pulled away. “I’ve got to go to the lab.”

“Tony,” Rhodey called after him as he hurried down the corridor, “Are you sure that’s best-”

“My suit,” Tony replied, hanging at the corner, “I’m going to fix it. I-I need to fix it.”

I need to fix something.

He left without looking back, falling into his chair in the lab and holding his head in his hands. After taking a few shaky breaths, Tony straightened up and ripped the nano housing unit from his chest, slapping it down on the workbench a little harder than was strictly necessary. He set about tinkering, opening up the front panel to get to the damage inside and working to fix it, cursing whenever his trembling fingers dropped the soldering iron.

An hour passed with no news, though Tony had his suit working like new. He’d just decided to head back and demand entry to the medical bay when Rhodey appeared in the doorway. The look on his face said everything.

“No…” Tony jumped to his feet and strode to the doorway, shoving past Rhodey to get out.

“Wait, Tony!” Rhodey called running to keep up with him. “You can’t go bursting in there-”

Too late. Tony flung the medical bay doors open, letting them swing wildly behind him. Doctor Cho jumped at the sudden intrusion, her expression turning remorseful. She stood at Sam’s bedside, shining a small torchlight into his eyes while a nurse checked the stitches on his temple.

No one stood at Peter’s bedside. He was alone. Small and helpless, abandoned in a room full of people who should’ve saved him. 

Tony’s feet carried him of their own accord, depositing him by Peter’s head. A numb hand reached out to his burn-scarred face, brushing a curl of brown hair from his eyes while his thumb traced the ghost of a gash on his cheekbone. “Pete?” He flopped down into a chair, slipping his hand into Peter’s. “Can you hear me? ‘Cause if you can, I need you to do something for me. I need you to come back, to fight to stay alive.

Doctor Cho walked over, her voice quiet and apologetic. “Mister Stark-” Tony flinched when she said those words, “-Tony. I’m afraid I did everything I could, but the explosion took its toll on Peter’s body. There’s nothing more I can do for him.” She gestured to the wires snaking under Peter’s hospital gown. “These machines are breathing for him, pumping his blood for him. If I removed them, I’m afraid Peter only has minutes before his body shuts down entirely-” Before she could finish, they were interrupted by the doors flying open once again and Tony jumped to his feet.

May’s face streaked with tears and she ran to Tony’s side. It only took one look at their faces, a glance to Peter, for the news to set in. A sob escaped her throat and she clamped her hand over her mouth. Tony caught her as her knees buckled beneath her and lowered her down into the chair. “No,” she muttered between cries, “no, no, no.”

“May, I’m so sorry.” Doctor Cho said, lightly squeezing her shoulder.

“He can’t-” May sobbed, clutching Peter’s hand in both of her’s. “It’s not- This can’t be real. Oh, Peter-”

An awful idea crept its way into the back of Tony’s mind. Awful, but possible. He tapped the nano housing unit to active his suit, gaining confused looks from everyone in the room. Without a word, but to the disapproval of Doctor Cho, Tony removed the wires from Peter and picked him up, striding from the room. Minutes to live, he had to be fast if this was going to work.

“What the-” Rhodey sprang out of the chair outside the medical bay and chased after Tony. “What are you doing?”

“Saving my kid.” Tony kicked open the door of the Facility, taking to the skies the second he stepped outside and flying towards the city. More specifically, towards 177a Bleecker Street.

Tony landed outside the New York Sanctum with a metallic thunk a little over a minute later. He strode up to the door and knocked once with his foot, hoping to wake Stephen, before letting himself in. All too aware of Peter’s life fading away in his arms. “Stephen!” he yelled, striding up the stairs as his suit dematerialised. Pausing for just a second, Tony watched the faltering rise and fall of Peter’s chest before marching into the relic filled room. “Strange, get your ass out of bed right now and do your job or so help me-”

“Do my job?” Stephen drawled, walking into the room wearing grey sweats and a plain T-shirt he’d clearly picked up off the floor going by the creases. “I don’t recall working for you, Stark.” Tony turned, and Stephen’s eyes fell on Peter. “Oh, shit.” Stephen ran forward and pressed his fingers to Peter’s neck before gesturing for Tony to follow him out of the room.

“That anti-super group attacked us at the compound, armed with Chitauri tech. Pete found the weapons core and destroyed it, but it backfired and exploded. They must have tampered with it, set a trap…”

Stephen led them into a small, rectangular room. The same dark green wallpaper lined the walls as the rest of the Sanctum and intricately carved wooden pillars ran from floor to ceiling. In the centre stood a table, taking up most of the room’s length and covered in papers. Stephen brushed them aside so Tony could lay Peter down, not caring as they floated to the floor and crunched under their feet.

Tony continued, “We got him to Cho as quickly as possible, but she said there’s nothing she can do. He’s not got long-” Tony stopped when he realised Stephen had stepped back and eyed him curiously. “Strange, what are you doing? Did you not hear me? I said he doesn’t have long.”

“You took him to Cho?”

“Of course, she was closer. This isn’t the time for jealously.”

“And she said there’s nothing she can do?”

“Yes. Why are you stalling? Time’s ticking.”

Stephen shook his head. “Then there’s nothing I can do, either. You should take him to his Aunt, she’d want to say goodbye.”

“What are you saying, Strange. Of course there’s something you can do.” Tony balled his hands into fists, anger rising in his cheeks. “You’re a Sorcerer.”

“I’m a Doctor.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“Listen, from what you’ve said to heal Peter I’d need to draw on Dark Magic. I can’t do that.”

Tony let out a dangerous chuckle. “Can’t, or won’t.”

“Won’t,” Stephen spat, his brow creasing in anger. “Dark Magic corrupts, Stark. Only one Sorcerer has drawn its power without falling to its lure, and she was far stronger than me.”

“Stephen, you don’t understand.” Tony crossed to the other side of the table, tear-filled eyes meeting Stephen’s. “That’s my kid, and I can’t lose him.”

“And I can’t expose myself to Dark Magic. If it takes hold, I won’t be able to fight it off. As a doctor, I swore to do no harm. I can’t risk it.”

“If you turn to the Dark Side, I’ll fight you myself. But I swear, Strange,” Tony gripped the front of Stephen’s T-shirt in his fist. “if you don’t save my kid, I’ll kill you anyway. He went to goddamn space to save your ass, Strange. You could at least pretend to care.”

Stephen bowed his head. “Take your hand off of me, Stark.” Tony did so and strode a couple of steps away, turning his back to Stephen. “A few seconds, that’s all I can offer. The less time I’m channelling Dark Magic, the less likely it is to take over.”

Tony lifted his head, slowly turning. “You mean that?”

Stephen nodded. “Stand at the head of the table. Keep an eye on the kid but don’t touch him, the second he shows signs of waking up - if he shows signs of waking up - tell me. His healing factor can take it from there.”

As Stephen talked, Tony moved where he was directed, standing by Peter’s head. He bent down and whispered, “Come on, kid. Come back to me.”

“Ready?”

Tony nodded sharply, lips pressed into a thin line. He watched as Stephen held his shaking hands in front of him, moving one up and the other down, a fiery, orange line appearing between them. He moved them in a circle, before bringing both arms level - one resting atop the other - and jerking them apart to hold them vertically to his sides. As Stephen moved, the orange line - Tony couldn’t pretend to understand what it was actually made of - formed an intricately detailed circle surrounded by two squares, one angled over the other so the corner pointed towards the ceiling.

“Watch him,” Stephen reminded. “I’ll only hold this for a few seconds.”

Tony flicked his gaze back to Peter, silently praying for this to work. Stephen opened his palms and pushed them forward, as he did so a breeze picked up, quickly turning into a wind strong enough to threaten Tony’s balance. He gripped the table corners to keep upright as orange sparks flew over Peter’s body, seeming to absorb into his skin. Warmth filled the room despite the wind, seeping into Tony’s core and filling him a foreign feeling. With hope.

He watched Peter intently, but other than his hair billowing, no sign of life made itself evident. “Stark?” Stephen shouted, “Anything?”

“Just- Just a moment longer,” Tony yelled back. Stephen gritted his teeth but didn’t let up the spell. Tony scanned Peter’s body, looking for a flutter from his eyelids, longed for his fingers to twitch, anything. Anything.

The wind died down, the orange glow disappeared, and the warmth gave way to biting cold. Not from the room, but from the death of his kid. “No,” Tony breathed, turning towards Stephen. “No, bring it back! Try again.”

“Tony,” Stephen said softly, reaching a hand towards him.

“Get off!” Tony flinched back. “You can’t give up, just try again. Please, please Stephen. Try again.”

“I’m so sorry…”

Tony gulped, desperately trying to maintain his composure, and horribly failing. He looked at Peter, his bright, smiling kid reduced to a bloodied and bruised mess. “No. No, kid,” he sobbed, “You can’t- This isn’t- Peter…”

“Do you want me to get you anything? Give you a minute alone?”

“I- Can you bring May? She’s at the Facility.”

Stephen nodded solemnly and opened a portal. Through it, May could be seen still sitting by Peter’s bedside, her head in her hands. Rhodey stood by her side, one hand resting on her shoulder. He noticed the portal almost instantly. “Uh, I think it’s for you.”

May stood, startled by the sudden appearance, and cautiously stepped through. “Tony?”

“May, I’m so sorry. I thought I could- That Stephen- I just-” Tony couldn’t find the right words to say. He’d just dragged Peter from her and stripped both of them of a peaceful moment to say goodbye, to mourn their loss. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Tears streaked May’s face, she ran forward and tangled her arms behind Tony’s back. “Is he…?”

Tony nodded against her shoulder, not trusting his voice anymore.

“Oh, Peter,” May sobbed, clinging tighter. Tony felt his heart rip to pieces inside his chest, pain like he’d never felt before. When Peter dusted on Titan, there’d been a level of surrealism, like nothing was real. This series of events playing out in front of his eyes, nothing had ever felt more real.

Someone in the room sucked in a great breath of air, sharp and sudden enough for May and Tony to jerk apart in surprise. Peter bolted upright on the table, shoulders heaving with heavy breaths as he looked around frantically at the unfamiliar surroundings. May and Tony ran around the table into Peter’s eye line.

“Kid?”

“Mister Stark? What’s- Where are we?”

“Safe. We’re all safe.” He helped Peter down from the table and pulled him into a hug, May joining in. Over her shoulder, Tony met Stephen’s eye, grinning uncontrollably. “Thank you.”

#whumptober2020 #no.15 #into the unknown #magical healing #mcu #irondad #fic #blood tw #dying tw #hospital scenes tw #serious injury tw

[crewhonk]

Brief Visits

Warnings: Smut, angst

AN: This has it all— fluff, smut, and it ends on a strong note of angst. This was all inspired by Stevie Nicks so :) ALSO! Thank you all for the patience in the slow updates! School is hell of a drug

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“Captain Steve Rogers has been spotted in Venezuela yesterday. The warehouse he, Natasha Romanoff and Samuel Wilson was in flames only minutes after leaving and police expect that it was Steve Rogers himself who set fire to the hospital notoriously known for malpractice. There were no deaths, and one injury—“ You frowned, clicking off the television and throwing the remote across the room in frustration. You missed your boyfriend. You missed his arms around you and you missed his nose crinkle when you told him a bad joke or when you took him to the coffee shop that you’d met at for your first anniversary and he pulled you back into his car and kiss you senseless because he loved how cheesy you were. 

Nicks, your white bulldog whined at your feet and you sniffed, wiping your eyes angrily. Steve— stupid, brave, honourable Steve Rogers had left you, his civilian girlfriend high and dry three three months ago and you missed him terribly— so much it hurt your soul. 

Stupid boys and their stupid personalities. 

You sniffed and rubbed your nose, getting up from your place on the couch and walking to the kitchen, drinking straight from your coffee carafe and leaning over the counter, letting out a dry sob into your palms. 

“Fuck.” You cursed, pressing your face on the counter and looking down at Nicks. “I hate men. Men are gross. Thank god you have no sense of attraction, Baby Girl.” Instead fo responding to you, Nicks only wiggled her tail-less butt and howled at you, running from the place at your heels to the front door and back and forth as if she had come down with a case of the zoomies. 

“You’re cute, baby. Let’s go to bed, okay? I know it’s only eight but being awake is dumb. Everything is dumb.” You grumbled and scuffed to the couch— you hadn’t been in your room since Steve had left— the sheets smelled too much like him and his sweaters were still on your chair and his socks and underwear were still in your hamper— which was gross but you hadn’t been in there since he’d left so it wasn’t a big deal.

You pulled the blankets around your chin after holding them open for Nicks to climb under and rested your cheek in your palm, sighing and staring out over the New York skyline and keeping your eyes on the horizon until they grew heavy and sleep overtook you.

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There was someone in your house. You lay frozen on the couch, wide awake but eyes closed as you heard someone jiggle the doorknob and open. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it would tear all the arteries and veins tying the muscle to your body and oh, god you were going to die and Nicks would be left alone and she didn’t even seem worried there was a stranger int he house and oh, god how would your parents know if something happened? How embarrassing would it be for cops to find your dead body wearing nothing but a Disneyland t-shirt. And what would happen when—

“YN?” A voice called and your rapidly beating heart came to a full stop. You heard the man walk over tot he couch nd kneel next to your head. You refused to move— refused to believe he had come home because damn it you missed him. 

Rough fingers and a soft touch pulled the hair away from your face, and the man sighed. 

“Sweetheart.” He called again and your eyes opened slowly, breath caught in your throat. There he was— your best guy, Steve Rogers. His cheek looked as if it had been broken earlier this week— only a faint bruise tinting it slightly darker than his snow white complexion. There was a generous layer of scruff on his jaw and upper lip, and his eyes were tired but warm s they looked down at you. 

“Stevie?” You whispered and he smiled. 

“Hey, Sugar.” He smiled and you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and unceremoniously crashing your lips to his. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and hunger and ‘i miss you’ and you pulled him on top of you— he weight welcome. Then he was wearing was soft as you wrapped your fingers in the fabric, pulling him closer and wrapping your thighs around his hips so he wouldn’t leave you again. 

“I missed you, Stevie.” You gasped, as he kissed your neck, and nipped your throat, laying more of his weight on you when you purred. 

“God, I’ve missed you more, Baby. You’re the only thing that’s kept me going these past few months.” He mumbled, kissing you again and you hummed. 

“Why did you leave?” You asked and he pulled away, hovering over you. 

“There are still bad guys we need to take care of, YN.” He sighed and you pouted, stopping only when he sucked your bottom lips into his mouth. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do but the guys were fighting now are so dangerous and I didn’t want to risk it and—“

You sensed his heart rate pick up and his breaths come faster and you cradled his face in your palms, kissing him gently and not stopping until he could catch his breath. 

“I’m sorry, YN. You deserve to be happy and have someone you can rely on and I can’t—“

“You don’t need to, Steve. You’re my guy and my end game and everyone else is so dull compared to your light. I’ll wait for you for as long as you need me to, babe. So long as you visit every so often, okay? And I know Nat and Sam are with you and they’re more than welcome here— you know that.” You whispered and you watched as his eyes welled up with tears of emotion and gratitude as he kissed you soundly once more. 

“I love you, baby. You’re way too good for me.”

“Maybe so, but you’re stuck with me.” You joked and he kissed you again, slowly this time as if he were trying to memorize the way you breathed against him or the way you mewled when his fingers dug into your sides just the way you liked. He missed the way you would squirm under him when he took his time— wanting more, always wanting more. He missed the way your leg would curl around his thigh, pulling him closer and making it hard to move away— not that he would want to anyways. 

Your hands found their place on his stomach and his waist and hips— all under his shirt and making the hair on his arms stand to attention. He’d never had his body react this way to anyone before— not Peggy or Sharon, sometimes Bucky but it was always the most consistent with you. 

“Steve, please.” You mumbled against his lips and he shifted, lips a soft caress against your neck and in tandem with his scruff it made you back arch desperately. He urged you to sit up only briefly enough for him to rid you of your sleep shirt and throw it across the room. His tongue found your nipples, rolling them between his teeth until you ground yourself against him and pulled his growing hair. He chuckled and kissed your swollen breasts (thanks to his mouth) and kissed down your stomach, licking above your navel and making you whine. 

“Steve we don’t need to do this I just want you in me.” You begged and he kissed your knuckles, smiling up at you. 

“I missed your taste, baby. Please, let me do this.” He hummed and his breath fanned over your lower stomach, making your back arch. You fingers twisted in his hair and you let out a shaky breath along with a small, breathy whimper. He took this as ‘please, yes’ and kissed your thigh, nosing the soft, plush skin and breathing in. His rough, calloused fingers were gentle when they ghosted over your cotton-clad core and your hips thrust, needy from these past few months of distance from you favourite guy. 

He pulled your legs over his broad shoulders and settled against the couch, kissing your mound and smirking to himself when your legs closed around his head. He pulled your thighs apart and pinned them to the back and edge of the couch you were on and sucked at you through your underwear, making you gasp needily. 

“Steve, Steve, Steve, please?” You begged and he kissed your inner thigh. 

“Please what, Princess?” He rumbled and you pouted up at the ceiling. 

“Eat my pussy please, Stevie— need your mouth on me now or I’ll die.” You sniffed and he hummed very happily— complying by sucking your clit through the fabric of your underwear and sneaking his fingers underneath the fabric, sinking two of them into your heat making your legs spread even wider. Your hand fisted into his thick, growing hair and he used his other hand to hold your underwear to the side, licking a stripe up your core and moaning at your taste. 

“Like fuckin’ honey, baby.” He murmured and you writhed, rutting your hips into his face and letting out a smattered moan as he sucked you hard, fingers already setting a relentless pace which had you on the brim in mere minutes. “Come for me, Sweetheart.” He grumbled and you complied, clenching your thighs around his ears and arching your back as you shook, silent moan freezing you in place. He worked you down and when you began to breathe once more, he kissed his way up your body, stripping you of your t-shirt and sucking a nipple into his mouth, pinching the other in his wet fingers and then nipping up your neck, kissing your jaw and then your lips. The kiss was slow, and he was very obviously taking his time, much tot he frustration and ache of the member between his legs. 

“Missed you, Stevie.” You whispered and he made a noise int he back of his throat, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close, resting his weight on you and making you feel the safest you had since before the Accords. 

“Missed you too, baby doll.” He whispered back, kissing you again. You shifted under him and he groaned when his hips twitched against your thigh, making you giggle. 

“How about you get inside of me and you can get a full night sleep in our bed.” You suggested and he huffed out a laugh, nodding and reaching down to undo his belt, not even taking off his clothes but just unzipping his jeans and pulling himself out of his underwear. He took one of your legs and rested it on his shoulder, kissing the inside of your thigh and knee before rubbing his cock up and down your folds, groaning at how hot and wet you were for him. 

“Stevie— oh!” You gasped as he thrust into you in one easy motion, and stealing the breath from your lungs. You grunted when you swore you felt his tip nudge your cervix and followed it up with a whine and nails digging into the fabric of his shirt when you realized just how much you missed him. He stilled inside of you, half reason to allow you to adjust and half steeling himself so he didn’t come in that very second. God, he maybe didn’t realize just how tight you were— or maybe it had been so long since he’d been here— in any sense your velvet walls squeezed him desperatly, bringing him closer and making his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder so he could ground himself. 

“Fu—fuck, Baby.” He shuddered and you nodded breathlessly. 

“I know, Stevie. Move. Move, please.” You begged and he gave himself another second before pulling out until it was only his tip inside of you and sliding easily back in, setting a slow pace so he could just feel you and his love for you and just how much he had missed you these past three months— four if you count the Accord situation. 

You cried out his name when he rolled his hips into you especially harder and a thrill shot up his spine when he remembered just how fast and hard you liked it— how you would always convince him that your body could take it— take him. And it could— you always took him so well. 

His pace quickened and his thrusts landed closer and closer to him as you both grew closer to your orgasms. 

“Stevie— I’m—“ You gasped, thrusting your hips up against his as your desperation for a second release grew. 

“I know baby— me too.” He grunted and his thumb snuck between your bodies and pressed against your clit, rubbing furiously and making your eyes roll into the back of your head. You let out a low moan as you came, arching up into him and squeezing him tight enough for his release to join yours. He pressed himself as deep as he could into you— the relief of coming inside of you more was better than anything he had felt in the past few months— both elated and grounded beyond belief. 

“Missed that.” You slurred sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, kissing him again and squeaking when he managed to pick you up as easy as breathing, shucking his pants as he walked down he hall and kicked open your door. He ignored the layer of dust in the room— a suggestion you hadn’t been sleeping here— and, while carrying you with one arm, pulled the blankets off and replaced them with the ones already in your closet. He then just flipped the pillows to the other side and sat on the bed, still buried deep inside of you and pulled away from you briefly enough to pull his shirt over his head and lay down with you on top of him. 

“I love you, YN.” He whispered— voice far away with sleep and exhaustion and you only hummed and nodded, nuzzling your nose close rot him and breathing deeply, letting every bone and muscle in your body become butter in your loves arms as sleep welcomed you. 

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When you woke up, Steve was there, heavy on your chest and snoring into your collarbone. The sun, despite the wind beating against the window and the threat of snow-clouds on the horizon, was warm and you were warm— inside and out. His arms are strong around you, holding you close and wrapping his legs around yours. Your hand came up to scratch his scalp and look to wake him up. You were craving pancakes— you always did after a night of good, fullfilling sex, and he always loved the waffles you made— enough for him to show you how much against the counter after you both ate. 

He shifted under your hand slightly, and nosed deeper into your neck humming slightly. 

“Stevie, baby.” You hummed and he made a sound in his chest, making you want to. Hold him forever. He pulled his arms from around your body and pulled the heavy duvet tighter around you both and re-wrapped his arms around you. 

“Morning,” He hummed and you sighed, wiggling until he lifted his head slightly and you were able to roll him onto his back. He’d slipped out of you at some point during the night and there was a mess in between your thighs. His eyes were still closed, but there was a small smile on his face when you kissed his throat, making your way over his collar bones and wiggling happily when his hands coasted over your waist. 

“Morning, Honey. Want waffles?” You mumbled against his skin and he froze under you, making you sit up and look down at him. He finally opened his eyes and when you saw how sad he looked you slouched and repressed a groan. “You’re not staying? Are you.”

“I can’t, baby. I’ve already stayed the night when I promised Sam and Nat I’d be back.” Steve pouted, rubbing his thumbs into your hips. God, this was hard— you were on top of him— warm, hair messy, well rested from the first night sleeping in a bed, hands soft on his chest and tracing the marks she had left the night before. Her marks had always stayed— despite his healing, her marks had always remained. 

“So, what was this? An undercover middle of the night booty call?” You huffed, rolling off of him and taking the blanket with you, wrapping it around your shoulders and curling it around yourself. You felt the weight behind you shift and you picked at your fingernails as he sat behind you, legs on either side of your hips and head resting between your shoulder blades. 

“Never. You’re never just a booty call for me, YN. You’ve never been you know that.”

“Then why come home, Steve? Why come home if you’re just going to leave nine hours later?” You continued, not turning to look at him. He pulled you closer and pulled the blanket down enough to kiss the back of your neck. 

“I needed to see you. To know that you were okay.” 

“Well, I’m okay.” You sniffed, and silence followed. 

“You’re not.”

“Of course I’m not, you knucklehead! You became a criminal and then dropped off the face fo the Earth without so much as a hone call? You can’t do that! Not when we—“ You sniffed, pushing off the bed and walking towards your dresser, shucking clothes in an attempt to hide your body from him. You turned to him, leaning against your dresser and watching as he walked over to you butt naked. He pressed himself against you and pressed his forehead to yours, making you sigh. His jaw was clenched and his brow was furrowed and he shifted his weight slightly before he spoke. 

“And I’ll never not be sorry for that, YN.” He started. “And I know this isn’t what you signed up for, but I’ll make sure to visit once a month if you’ll have me. Things are different now, and I can’t really be seen, and I’m not going to expect you to walk away from your life so I can hide you from the world. But I will be here once a month if you’ll let me.” He whispered, and you finally looked into his eyes. 

“Will you be able to stay for waffles in the morning?” You asked and a smile spread across his face. 

“I’m sure that can be negotiated.” 

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Two years of monthly visits had passed, and while they left you unsatisfied, you were grateful that Steve still wanted to be in your life and was making every effort to still be there for you. There were months where he came home and you wouldn’t even take off your clothes— just hold each other because sometimes life was too hard to do anything but that. 

And then there was another attack on New York. 

And then Tony Stark had dissappeared.

And the Thanos came and he won and you weren’t answering your damn phone. 

“YN, please baby I need you to pick up. Please I dont— I don’t know what im gonna do if you don’t pick up.” He almost cried into his phone as he paced the entrance ramp doors to the Quinjet. Natasha had just landed it on the roof of your apartment and Steve was out of the jet before the ramp had even lowered. 

He broke open the roof door and ignored the sobs from the rooms he passed, taking the stairs one flight at a time until he got down to the fourth floor and running to your door. He banged his fist on the door and called your name. He could hear Nicks barking on the other side of the door, and he jiggled the doorknob as if you hadn’t gotten into the habit of finally remembering to lock your door. 

“YN! Open this damn door!” He called out, ignoring the people walking past him. He clenched his jaw and pressed his hands to the door, cupping them and putting his mouth against them. 

“Nicks! Bedtime!” He called an he waited until the metal fo Nicks kennel jingled before he took a step back and laid all his weight behind his kick which sent to door into the other wall. He ran in and turned the corner into your living room, heart stopping at the sight. 

You were there. You were alive and okay and you were sleeping with your new noise-cancelling headphones in, and you were drooling on your hand like the world hadn’t just ended. 

There was no politeness in him falling to his knees beside the couch, nor pulling you off of it and into his arms. There was no ceremony to his cries of relief he let out into your neck. 

“Stevie, baby what’s going on?” You rushed. It was still daylight— he only usually ever visited when it was dark out. You could hear screams and crashes outside, and it was only then you realized something was very, very wrong. 

“He won, he won, he won.” Steve mumbled, not crying but panicked all the same. 

“Who won— Steve what’s going on?”

“Thanos. He did what he came to do.” Steve repeated and you were more confused than ever— the aliens in the park— hadn’t they said something about Thanos?

“What happened, Steve?” You asked and he pulled away. He was bleeding, and still in his battle gear and his eyes were red and forlorn. 

“Thanos killed half of the population.” He mumbled and your heart sunk. This wasn’t supposed to be how it ended. This was never supposed to be how it ended.

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Better | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 5)

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Summary: Bucky’s pissed about what had happened to you while he was gone but he’s also feeling unsure about whether you would ever accept his love. As his friends urge him to confess his feelings to you, Bucky’s hesitant to do so because he knows you have all the reason to not accept his love. And Bucky... was... right!

Word Count: 7265

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader, Doctor!Steve, Nurse!Wanda, Doctor!Natasha, Doctor!Sam, Doctor!Peter x Nurse!MJ (mentioned), LOTS OF FRIENDSHIP

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abuse & Alcoholism, Surgery, Organ Donation, IV & Needles, Emotional Distress, Physical Pain, Drugs, Hospital Stay, Blood

A/N: This one goes out to Naynay and Mari for being so passionate about this fic. I don’t know what I should do without all of you.

His jet black hair had been parted to the side that morning; yet it was still coiffed neatly enough with the loose strands tucked behind his ear. Dr. Barnes had passed a group of giggling interns when he had picked up his morning coffee at the cafeteria, his clean shave causing them to let out a few gasps of glee that they had thought to have gone unheard. But he could care less about the attention.

His wore a pair of freshly laundered navy blue scrubs, his black tennis shoes squeaking slightly against the tiled floors of the hospital as he tread past the crowded lobby and into the elevator.  Heading up to the post-op ward so that he could have a few minutes with you before his morning rounds, Bucky walked right over to the nurses’ desk to see an exhausted Dr. Rogers talking to Wanda.

His arched eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a brief moment, for he knew that his best friend was not supposed to be at work that morning. After all, Steve had covered for him while he had the last two days off from work. Now that Bucky had returned to work, it was his turn to take the day off. He was unsure why he was still at the hospital. “Oh hey, punk! What are you still doing here? I thought you had the day off.” He asked his best friend, giving the blonde male a confused look before turning over to look at the nurse. “And you, Wanda, are you happy now? I went home the other night and didn’t set my foot into the hospital until this morning. What are you gonna do about it now, huh? Are you still going to tell Chief Stark that I’ve been a nuisance and get my ass fired?” He asked her teasingly, snickering before he noticed the dull expression on both of their faces.

Wanda Maximoff was beyond terrified of how the dark haired doctor would react once he found out about what had happened to you while he was gone. After all, she had been the one who had forced him to go home. She had been the one to reassure him that you would be just fine when he returned to work. But you certainly weren’t fine at that moment and she had certainly not kept her word at that. Not to mention that it was her failure to notice that your mother had entered your room that had probably caused you to bleed out in the first place. No one had bothered to interrogate your mother about what had happened and no one knew what she might have said to you. But Wanda knew that there had to be some kind of correlation between your mother coming to see you and you crying out in pain just seconds later. In a way, she felt responsible for what had happened to you and she knew that Bucky would also hold her accountable for it.

Biting down on her bottom lip as she blinked away the salty tears that pricked at her eyes, Wanda looked down at her feet before looking back up at Steve, hoping that he would shield her if his best friend were to lash out at her. Knowing Bucky and his how angry he got, especially when it came to you, even she knew that him staying calm was inevitable. “Bucky, I...” She paused for a moment to catch her breath, feeling her heart beating right out of her chest. She cared for you a lot and seeing you bleeding out like that and crying in pain had only made her feel much worse. Even Wanda had refrained from assisting Sam and Natasha in the OR, letting Sharon be the one to assist them instead. Yet being the one to tell Bucky about what had happened hurt her the most. “I-I’m so sorry...”

The look in her eyes was reason enough for Dr. Barnes to assume the worst possible scenario. He could not help but wonder if that unforeseeable factor he had been so worried about had finally made its delayed appearance. He bit down on his bottom lip before turning over to look at Steve and then back at Wanda. “What happened?!”

Steve reached over the desk to grab Wanda’s shaking hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, trying to calm her down. He knew that she was a lot more sensitive than she lets on and her fearing his reaction did not help with the situation either. “Buck, please don’t freak out but...” He said, calmly, looking over at him with tired eyes that were also filled with worry. “But it’s Y/N...”

Hearing Steve say your name made his heart almost come to a halt. Hearing from Becca about your past had been hard enough as it was, but Bucky knew that you had been through enough shit. He knew that you did not deserve to have more struggles thrown at you, yet he could not help but fear the worst as much as the others. He was growing anxious by the second. “What happened, Steve?! Is she okay?” He asked, feeling his hands grow numb as his palms began to sweat against the paper coffee cup he had been holding. “What the hell happened?! Wanda, say something!”

“Her incision opened up.” Steve informed as he licked his dry lips and let out a sigh, his eyes still heavy from the lack of sleep. But he stood strong before his friend, knowing that Bucky, Wanda and his beloved mentee Y/N needed his support at a time like this. He made a mental note to crash in an on call room after Peggy got into work that morning, for he was not planning on going home until he knew what your mother had said to you. “The steri strips couldn’t keep her closed up and a suture came out. She was bleeding out for a few moments before Sam got to her.”

Bucky’s eyes glazed over at the thought of you bleeding out and he shook his head at his best friend. “No Steve, that’s bullshit! Nat said that the sutures were all in place and that the strips would hold until the wound closed up. You and I both know that’s about ten days post-surgery, not one! And I know that Parker was the one who her closed up. He’s a second year resident, not some incompetent fourth year med student. He has enough experience on how to close up after a surgery; he told me that he didn’t fuck it up either!” Perhaps he may have been in denial, but there was no logical explanation for what had happened to you. He remembered Dr. Romanoff telling him in person that your sutures were in place and that the steri strips were holding strong when you were in post-op. Yet the news of your wound opening up and you bleeding out did not make any sense to him.

Wanda let out a soft sob as she walked around the desk to stand in front of Bucky and Steve. “It was an accident, Bucky...”

“She... told Sam that she jerked and the wound opened up. She was conscious when it happened, didn’t pass out from the blood loss. Parker held pressure while they got her back up to the OR. Sam said she was lucid, talking... as if she was holding back. She didn’t want to pass out.” The blonde male explained, looking down at his feet as he frowned.

“She... was awake?” Bucky repeated, a teardrop finally rolling down his cheek. “So, you’re telling me that she hadn’t administered herself a dose of pain meds... therefore, she was awake when it happened and she was talking to Sam, trying not to pass out from the fact that she was bleeding out from her incision that somehow opened up even though her internal sutures and the steri strips were in place as they were supposed to the last time I saw her?! What the actual fuck?!” He asked as he turned towards a guilt-stricken Wanda and back at Steve. “You’re telling me that she felt the entire pain of the strips breaking off, the sutures coming out and bleeding out... she was awake the whole time it happened? She felt it all? Is that what you’re fucking telling me?!”

“Bucky, I’m so sorry...” Wanda wiped away her tears, unable to even look him in the eye.

“She’s been through enough!” He yelled, not even caring that he was standing in the middle of the post-op ward. “She’s been through enough shit as it is, Steve. She didn’t need-” He paused, letting out a sigh as he ran his hand through his greasy black hair, the tears continuing to stream down his clean-shaven cheeks. “How the fuck did this happen?! Wanda, how the fuck did you let this happen?! How did anyone in this whole fucking hospital let this happen to her?! You fucking told me yourself that she’d be fine when I got back to work! What the hell happened to that?!”

“Bucky, please calm down...” Steve let out a sigh as he ran his hand through his golden blonde hair. “You’re standing in the post-op ward.”

There was another ping of guilt that was tugging at Wanda’s heart. The doctor’s words were rather harsh but she had been expecting them nevertheless. She knew that the words came out of his love for you so she was not going to let them ruin their friendship. She understood that he was extremely emotional so she did not take them to heart. She knew that Bucky would come around once his shock had worn off. But that did not stop her from wanting to stay strong for him and for you. “Her mother went to see her.” She finally confessed, looking up at him and shaking her head. “I don’t know what she might have said to her. But Y/N was awake and her mother went to see her. I only noticed... as she was coming out of her room. Y/N let out this... scream after her mother left; she called out my name... Sam was at the desk and he heard her. He ran into her room as fast as he could. Her entire bed was covered in blood when he found her but she was awake. She said that she jerked and the wound opened up.”

Bucky was furious. Ever since Becca had informed him of the events of your childhood and confirmed his suspicions regarding your parents’ intentions towards you, he had been feeling a sense of hatred towards them. For starters, his resentment had been solely based on the fact that he had loved you more than they ever could. But for the sake of respecting your bodily autonomy and your decision to donate your liver at that, he had kept most of his emotions under control. Nevertheless, this newfound revelation had only caused his blood to boil. But he wasn’t going to let his emotions dictate his judgement. He looked over at Wanda, glaring daggers at her as he held himself back from the thought of storming into your father’s hospital room and lashing out at your mother. “Wanda... you had one job. One fucking job and you couldn’t do that right.” He told her, rather harshly. “Where is she?”

Wanda looked down at her feet as his words and Steve was quick to place his hand at the small of her back, calming her down.

“Back in post-op. Nat was able to control the bleeding, clean up the incision and close her back up. Sam was also there, he never left her side. There was no damage to her liver, no further post-op complications. She lost some blood so she had to be put on transfusions. Other than that, it’s nothing serious.”

“Back in post-op already?” Bucky asked as he raised his eyebrow. “Wait, when did this happen?”

“Yesterday.” Steve replied, only to find his best friend grow more furious. But he had also been expecting him to react that. After all, he had been the one to convince every one of his friends who had been working to not let Bucky know of what had happened to you. After all, he knew that if Bucky had found out right away, he would have reacted immediately and taken out his anger on your parents. He knew that his best friend loved you that much. But he knew that you wouldn’t have wanted him to give your parents such a hard time either, even though they had certainly given you hell. Steve knew it all.

“WHAT?!” His eyes grew wide and they were shooting daggers at him. “A WHOLE DAY?! A whole day fucking day went by since Y/N bled out in her hospital room and none of you had the audacity to pick up the phone and call me?! What the hell, Steve?! What the actual fuck is going on in this place?!” To say that he was extremely disappointed in his friends would be an understatement. Sure, what had happened to you could have been inevitable to say the least. But the fact that none of his so-called friends who also called this hospital their place of employment could have bothered to let him know of this had been reason enough for him to have trust issues from now on. Hell, not even Parker had kept his word and he was pissed about that. “I need to see her.”

Unfortunately, Dr. James Barnes’ forty hour shift had began momentarily, causing him to put away the thought of being at your bedside for now and ditch his half drunk coffee cup in the nearest trashcan. He went off to begin his morning rounds, having his favorite resident Shuri Udaku on his service that day making his life a hell of a lot easier to say the least.

He was a well-oiled machine when it came to work, his never-ending worries about you taking the backseat on his mind as he found himself in scrubbing in before his first surgery of the day. While he was in the OR, the surgery at hand was always what he was focused on. He had performed an aortic valve replacement many times before. He knew it was nothing he could not handle though. He never got nervous about cutting into someone’s heart.

Dr. Barnes scooped up his hair and tie it into a small bun, making sure the loose strands were all tucked under his surgical scrub cap. He then inspected his hands and nails to make sure there weren’t any visible cuts or bruises. He preferred to use the surgical scrub sponge and brush that contained providone-iodine. Tearing the package open and setting it on the shelf above the scrub sink, he first washed his hands with the antimicrobial soap next to the dink, running the tip of the plastic nail cleaner under his freshly clipped nails to remove any dirt. Then tossed it in the trash can, rinses his hands and forearm and began scrubbing with the sponge and brush. He took his time with the morning scrub, making sure he disinfected every nook and cranny of his hands and arms while running the procedure through in his head several times.

A surgery like this one typically lasted two to four hours. But Bucky couldn’t deny that it felt like it was so much longer than that; it felt like an eternity. Yeah, that was the word. By the time he had scrubbed out and left the OR, it was as if a switch had been flipped in his mind. He found himself treading back towards the post-op ward. But as he was about to enter the elevator, he was greeted by a rather exhausted yet still chirpy Dr. Natasha Romanoff.

“Oh... hey Barnes.” The red-headed surgeon gave him a smile, but then bit down on her bottom lip as she followed him into the elevator, a part of her wondering if the man had finally been made aware of what had happened to you while he was gone. But she was not going to assume that he knew about the incident, for he remained way too calm and composed- something she certainly would not have expected from him since she knew how much you meant to him. Besides, Steve had been the one to draw the short straw on being the one to tell Bucky and she certainly did not want to be the one to tell him about it.

“Natasha.” Bucky greeted the woman with a nod as he entered the elevator and pushed the button to the post-op floor. He noticed that she looked rather uncomfortable to have run into him so casually and he understood why. After all, she was one of the many people in this hospital who had purposely kept the fact that you had bled out from him. He let out a sigh as leaned against the back of the elevator, his arms crossed against his chest as his eyes darted towards the changing floor numbers that flashed before him. “I’m not going to hold it against you for not informing me about Y/N. After all, I do know that you’re someone who’s strict on following the protocols. I am not an immediate family member of your patient nor am I listed as her emergency contact. You had no legal obligation to call me. But as her friend and mine... Nat, I trusted you. I trusted you as a friend and as her doctor.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” Natasha told her friend as she let out a sigh, leaning over to hug him from the side. She felt that a certain weight had been lifted off of her shoulders by his words and she was glad that she had been understanding of her point of view in that situation. “I wish I could have told you, I really did. I could have called you as your friend and told you what had happened to her. I wanted to call you as soon as we patched her back up. But Steve and Sam told talked me out of it. We all know how much you care about her, Bucky. We just didn’t want to worry you. Besides, Steve was listed as her emergency contact and he told me that you didn’t need to find out until you got here. He knew what would have happened and I did too. But it was his call to make so I couldn’t say anything else about it.” While the Russian woman had certainly disagreed with the fact that she had been kept from informing Bucky about you, she was well aware that certain consequences had been avoided by not telling him immediately. “And the last thing we all wanted was for you to come back in here during your day off, get pissed and storm right off to her parents to tell them how we all really feel about what’s been going on. That just goes against so many protocols and... we know you well enough to know that... that’s something you would have done. Plus, we still don’t know what happened when her mother went to see her or what she even said to her. No one has the right to ask either.” She reminded with a sigh. “I know the man’s my patient but... Y/N’s my friend and whatever the hell happened between her and her parents, only she can tell us. I don’t even know if she’ll tell us anything at all. She never tells anyone anything.”

He looked down at his feet before looking back up at her. A part of him felt guilty for having Becca look into your past. After all, he had indeed violated your privacy. But he had good intentions in taking that step. He had his suspicions and they had turned out to be right. But should he really be telling Natasha, Steve or anyone else about what he had? Now was probably not the time for it. “We’ll find out what happened when she wakes up. Even if she doesn’t tell any one of us, she would tell Steve. She tells him everything.” Even Bucky knew of your bond with Steve. Even if you never would never open up to him or accept his love, he knew that you were at least able to find some sort of comfort in Steve’s friendship. And he had no problem with that. As the elevator came to a stop, Bucky walked out with Natasha in tow. But I did have something else that I wanted to ask you about her father.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Do you happen to know how her parents are paying for this surgery?” He asked, curiously. Bucky was technically not supposed to know about their outstanding medical bills in Philly, but from adding those numbers to the bill of this transplant, he knew that their bankrupt and unemployed asses could certainly not afford to pay any of it. It just furthered his suspicions about why they had come to New York in the first place. He did not see it as a coincidence that your father had been admitted to the hospital where you worked. There was certainly more to the story and Bucky seemed to have figured it out. “Because Y/N told me that her family was... financially struggling.”

“I wouldn’t know for sure, Bucky. I’m not the one who does the billing for them. I mean, I’m not too familiar with their financial situation either and I can’t really answer that. It’s none of my business.” She replied to him with a shrug. “What makes you ask?”  

“Nothing, just...” He paused for a moment. “I was just curious; you know... they’re her parents either way and I’m sure she’d care. She always cares about everyone, even those who’ve done her wrong.”

As the elevator came to a stop, Bucky stepped out into the post-op ward with Natasha in tow.

“And you care about her.” There was a soft chuckle that escaped Dr. Romanoff’s lips as she followed him down the hallway. “Bucky, are you ever going to tell Y/N how you really feel once all of this blows over?” She asked him, curiously. “I mean, we all know that you feel something strong for her. And even though you haven’t denied it and she may have been oblivious to it... we all know how much you care about her. I think it’s sweet that you’re... putting yourself out there and being there for her when she needs someone. Someone like her needs someone like you and... someone like you needs someone like her. You two would be perfect for each other and as your friend and hers, I just want both of you to get together and be happy. If you know you have feelings for her then, why are you holding yourself back from telling her?” It was clear to her that her friend was smitten. She had known for a while now that James Barnes had fallen hard for you and just like everyone else, she was waiting for him to finally confess his feelings to you.

“I don’t know, Natasha. I mean, I don’t think she’s ever going to trust me enough to let me in. I don’t think she’d trust anyone, if I’m honest. She claims that she doesn’t do relationships and that she doesn’t have that much of a social life. She’s never even bothered to spend much time with any of us friends, let alone go on a date with anyone in the few years we’ve known her. She spends all of her free time helping out at the local homeless shelter. She’s... I know she’s closed herself off, put up these walls around her... for a reason.” He admitted, knowing that the complications of your relationship with your parents was reason enough for you to not tear down the walls that you had already built up. “I do love her, I’m not going to deny that. She chose to go through this transplant alone and as her friend and as someone who loves her, I want to be there for her at a time like this. But does that mean I should take advantage of her being in a vulnerable state for my own personal gain? No, that’s not right. Right now, I think we should all focus on making sure that she recovers from this surgery and has no further complications. Her physical and emotional health... is all I’ve been thinking of. My feelings for her, they’re still there but they’re for me to deal with, not her burden to bear.” Bucky let out another sigh as he walked down the hallway, stopping at the nurse’s desk.

“Oh Bucky...” Natasha frowned as she pulled him into a hug. “You know, when I first met you during residency, I used to think you were this cold-hearted robot who wasn’t capable of having feelings. I mean, it’s true... you’re pretty robotic when it comes to being a surgeon. You don’t let your emotions cloud your judgement. But... you are so much better than you let on, Barnes. You are a much better surgeon and a much better human being than you let on.” Rubbing his back gently, the woman sighed. “God, I hope you get through this. I know she’ll get through this, she’s a strong one. But... you’re a good guy and I hope she sees that too.”

Pulling back from the hug, he gave her a weak smile and ran his hand through his hair. “I just... I don’t know how to hold myself back anymore, Nat. I do love her but... I don’t think she’s ever going to let me show her how much I love her or love me back. And I’m okay with that.” Forcing himself to smile despite the pain that was caused by this uncertain, he turned over towards the nurse’s desk to see Wanda.

The nurse had her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her when the two of them had approached the desk. While the guilt that she had felt when facing Dr. Barnes a few hours ago was still fresh in her mind, she kept herself distracted by throwing herself into her work. But she was aware of his arrival and avoided his gaze nevertheless. “Dr. Romanoff, your patient’s awake.” She told Natasha, her eyes not leaving the screen as she spoke. “Dr. Wilson and Dr. Parker just went down to see her. They’re still in her room, if you wanted to catch up to them.”

Natasha gave Bucky a look of utter confusion before thanking the nurse and walking down the hallway to your room.

The way Wanda had completely avoided having to acknowledge his presence made Bucky realize that he had fucked up. He had now come to terms with how awful he must have been to her that morning. His face sank along with his heart as he walked around the desk to sit down on the chair next to Wanda’s. “Maximoff.” He bit down on his bottom lip, placing his hand on top of hers, his lips curling into a frown as he looked down at his lap. “I’m sorry... I know I was an asshole to you this morning. I shouldn’t have been so harsh. I just...”

Wanda blinked as she turned over to look at the dark haired doctor. “I know you love her, Barnes. We all know how much you love her. I’m not mad for letting your emotions choose your words. As a matter of fact, I expected your reaction to be much worse. But I need you to know that... I care about her too, Bucky. I care about her, Steve cares about her, Sam and Clint and Sharon... we all care about her. You’re not the only one who cares about her and I need you to understand that. She’s one of us. None of us would intentionally let any kind of harm come to her.”

He gave her a nod as he looked down. “I... I get that and I’m sorry. Wanda, I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re a good nurse, a very competent one at that. You just had a slip up; you didn’t keep an eye on who was going in and out of her room. But that wasn’t part of your job either so I shouldn’t have given you shit because of that.”

“You know... she is awake. You should go and... see her. You said you wanted to see her this morning and I think she would want to see you too.” She told him as she gave him a weak smile, turning her chair around to finally face the man. “Sam and Peter just went down to check on her and so did Nat. Steve’s been sitting at her bedside for a few hours now-”

“What? Steve didn’t go home?” Bucky asked the nurse, cutting her off. “His shift was over when I came in and he looked pretty sleepy when I saw him this morning. Why didn’t he just go home?”

“Do you think he’d want to leave the hospital after what happened to Y/N?” She asked him, smiling slightly at the thought of how every single one of her friends cared about her. “Bucky, we all care about her and we’re all here for her. We’re all here for you too. Just go... and talk to her. Just tell her how you feel because now’s the time she needs to hear it. She’s alone and in pain and it’s taking a toll on her as a whole. Clearly her mother doesn’t care for her or her sacrifice and her father seems ungrateful. We’re all she’s got. You’re all she’s got and she needs you... because if you don’t tell her how you feel by the time she gets discharged, you might never have the chance to.”

Your eyes glazed over at the pain that you were feeling, not just physically but also emotionally. The transplant itself had been a traumatic experience to say the least, but after what had happened yesterday, your heart was completely shattered. It was shattered beyond repair; no one could fix it now. “You’re probably wondering how this happened to me. And I’ll start off by saying that it was my fault. I was just so... I fucked up. I shouldn’t have expected things to be better and I learned my lesson the hard way. But yes, my mother came to see me and now the entire life that I had built for myself in New York feels like a waste.” Admitting that had broken your heart a million times, but you had become used to that. Just when you had thought that things could be better, they got worse. That always happened to you. It was nothing new.

You felt Dr. Rogers give your hand a squeeze as he sat by your bedside. “Hey... Y/L/N, come on now. You’re stronger than that. You can’t break down like this.”

“I-I... I can’t do this anymore, Dr. Rogers.” You admitted to your mentor as you let the tears stream down your face, you vision still blurry but your mind still more awake than the first time you had woken up from the surgery. You weren’t going to pump more pain meds in your body now. You wanted to feel this pain. You wanted to feel every ounce of it because there was no way it could be worse than the feeling of having your heart broken by your own mother, for the second time at that. “I can’t... be a better doctor or... be a better person. I just can’t... no matter what I do, no matter how far I run away, no matter how much I give back... no matter who I meet and who I trust, I always end up on square one and I can’t do it anymore. I’m done.”

“Hey, Y/N... what are you talking about?” Sam Wilson stood at the foot of your bed as he frowned, his arms crossed against his chest. “Don’t be so stupid. You can get through this and you know that.”

“No, Sam... I can’t. I can’t do it. Every single time something goes wrong, I keep thinking that they’ll get better eventually but... they just never do.” You let out a sob, feeling the pain in your side. But you were much more careful this time not to move too much. You just needed to cry. “Things are never going to be better.”

Even Dr. Parker was upset seeing you like this, for he had looked up to you long before he had even arrived at this hospital as a resident. He had first met you when he was only a young medical student from Queens, having heard about your clinic at the shelter from his girlfriend MJ before he had offered to volunteer during his free time. Even after he had been taken under the wing by Chief Stark himself, Peter had not quit helping you out at the clinic. He had been so inspired by the work you were doing, both at the clinic and at the hospital. But to see the woman he had looked up to crumbling like this eyes, it even broke Peter. “Come on, Dr. Y/L/N... you can’t give up now.” He told you as he sighed, shaking his head. “Dolores and everyone who come to the shelter have been asking about you. What am I supposed to tell them?”

Natasha sat down at the edge of your bed, taking your other hand in hers. “Y/N... come on, talk to us. You can tell us what’s bothering you. You know that right? We’re all here for you, we’ve always been.”

You shook your head as you cried. “No, I can’t. Nat, I can’t... I can’t tell anyone about this. I can’t.” You told her as you sobbed. “I can’t tell anyone...”

“You don’t have to tell any of them, Y/N.” Steve continued to squeeze your hand. “You don’t have to tell any of your friends about what happened. But you can tell me, just me. You always told me that I’m like the brother you never had. If you really meant that, you can tell me... because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go through this alone.”  

As Sam, Natasha and Peter got the memo, they left the room at once. You continued to sob as you felt all of the pain that had been cooped up in your heart weighing you down at once. “Steve... m-my mother came to see me.” You told him, still holding onto his hand and not letting go. Steve had been an older brother to you in every way, having been the one to teach you everything you knew as a surgeon to funding a portion of your clinic to being the one who made sure that you did not spent a single Thanksgiving or Christmas alone on a tiny loft above an Indian restaurant. He had made you a part of his family and you had let him because you respected him too much to turn him down.

The blonde haired surgeon gave you a nod as he stood up from his chair next to your bed, gently pulling you into a hug while not trying to get into the way of the wires and tubes that were still attached to your body. “I mean, Wanda told me that. She saw your mother leaving your room and then she heard you scream in pain right after. Sam found you bleeding out.” There was a pause as Steve let out a sigh and bit down on his bottom lip, being the only one other than Peggy whom you had opened up to and told the whole truth about your relationship with your parents. “I take it her reason for coming to see you was not to make amends or thank you for saving your father’s life like you must have been hoping for. What happened, Y/N? Did you... jerk hardly and pull open your incision because... you wanted to cry? What did she say to you that made you cry...?”

Of course, he knew you well enough to know what might have happened. A part of you were glad that he had figured it out because you did not have the energy or the emotional strength to relive what had happened yesterday. “I wasn’t expecting her to come down to see me. I wasn’t getting my hopes up. I mean, this is the woman who turned down the invite to my graduation. I... learned not to expect things from her after what happened that night when I left home. Because chances are I might go into the conversation with certain expectations and she would end up doing the complete opposite... every single fucking time.” You felt another sob and the pain on your side was much worse. But you could care less about finding your PCA remote and pumping meds into your body. You just wanted to pour your heart out to Steve and hope that he does not walk away from you like everyone before him.

Steve did not speak but he listened. He listened to every word you said, remaining calm and gently rubbing your back to calm you down as well. While he wanted to give you comfort, deep down he was also fuming with anger. After all, he was a father to a little girl himself. As a parent, he had always made sure that his daughter knew how much she was loved. He had made the effort to be a part of her life, even giving up a research position at Harvard because he wanted to dedicate his life to being Sarah’s father than dedicate his life to the advancement of heart surgery. He wanted to be a good father because he did not have one growing up. He may not have had a good father growing up, but he empathized with the fact that you hadn’t either. At least Steve had been lucky enough to have a wonderful mother and parental figures like George and Winnifred Barnes and knowing that you hadn’t been so lucky only made him feel worse.

“When she walked into my room, I was surprised to see her. I... I hadn’t been expecting her but... I had a little hope that maybe, just maybe, the fact that I had... come forward to save my father’s life would have... fixed things between my mother and I. I thought that maybe... she had finally had a change of heart and was there to thank me for saving the life of the man who ruined mine... I thought she would finally apologize for not being there for me... as my mother... when I needed her to. I hope things were going to get better and I was going to have my family back in my life again. But Steve, I just can’t believe how wrong I’d been about that...” You explained, feeling another sob as you leaned your head against the man’s shoulder.

He continued to stroke your hair, not saying a word and letting you pace yourself as you spoke. He wasn’t going to push you to say anything unless you wanted to, especially not in this medicated state.

“She came to tell me that... that... she claims that I’m a terrible daughter for running away from them all those years ago and that nothing would ever make her forgive me for that... and if I thought that me saving my dad would fix things... then I was wrong. Not going to lie, I was actually wrong about that but... I wasn’t wrong about running away. I had my reasons to do that, Steve.” You choked between the sobs, remembering that dreadful day. “If I can’t have a relationship with my parents then so be it. I’ve lived over two whole decades without them and I don’t need them... or their negativity. I don’t need all that crap they’ve thrown at me... things are never going to get better because they’re never going to get better. They’re not capable of being better parents now when they couldn’t even be decent parents when they had the chance.”

“Oh Y/N...” Steve sighed as he pulled back from the hug, his hand still not letting go of yours.

“She told me that... not only did my attempt to make amends with them... fail rather miserably but...” You bit back your sob, fearing that you might pull another suture like the last time. “But... it’s apparently my fault that... apparently my... attempt to make myself feel better by cutting out a piece of my liver that... that now it’s my fault that they’re left with hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical bills and... they can’t afford it so... they expect me to pay them off because that’s the only way they would forgive me for being a terrible daughter and running away. She asked me... for money because she knows I have it. She says it’s my fault for coming forward and costing them that much money. She... I know how poor they are, Steve. I know that after my dad lost his business, it all went to shit. My mom also lost her job a few months ago and... they can’t afford any of this. So, now she’s blaming me for putting them in a terrible financial situation. I did what I did because I knew it was a right thing to do. As a doctor, you’re always taught to do everything you can to save a life. I had what it took to save my sperm donor’s life so I did... because it’s what I swore to do when I graduated from med school. It’s what you taught me to do, Steve. I just wanted to be the better person because I thought I was capable of being better but now... I’m back where I started... back to being blamed for being a financial burden to my parents, as if nothing in my life had changed it the last twenty years.”

“Speaking of her parents, I found something about them that you might find very... suspicious.” She told him as she handed him another file. “Her mom lost her job at the hotel a few months ago and they don’t have insurance. Seeing multiple doctors in Philly, being treated for liver disease... you know the numbers, Buck. They still have outstanding medical bills in Philly. I don’t think they could afford Brooklyn Hospital or a high profile surgeon like Natasha Romanoff. I don’t think Nat’s all about doing pro-bono either. I wonder how they’re going to pay for all of this because... I’m pretty sure a liver transplant is expensive as fuck.”

Bucky’ eyes grew wide as he looked down at the stack of outstanding hospital bills that Becca had just handed him. “Holy shit... they totally knew what they were doing, didn’t they? I fucking knew it wasn’t a coincidence! I fucking knew it!” While a part him was relieved that his suspicions had been right, he was still horrified by what he and his sister had just figured out. “They tracked her down... to extort money from her, didn’t they?”

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Early life and back-storyEdit

Bullseye grew up in The Bronx, where he lived with his brother and their abusive father. His brother's main form of recreation was playing with rifles, leading him to become an expert shot. When he was 10 years old, his brother started a fire in their home in an unsuccessful attempt to kill their father. Shortly thereafter, Bullseye was placed in a foster home, and became a baseball player in high school. He was an extremely talented pitcher, and was offered a scholarship, but instead opted to enter the minor leagues. After three games, he was called up to play a sold-out Major League game. He had surrendered no hits the entire game, and in the bottom of the ninth with two outs, he became bored and requested the coach pull him from the game. The coach refused, and insisted that he finish the game. The opposing team's batter mocked him, accusing him of cowardice. Bullseye threw the ball at his head, killing him. As the ball struck, he said only one word: "Bullseye". He was barred from professional baseball and convicted of manslaughter.

This is a retcon of a previous origin story, which depicts Bullseye growing up as a below average student in a trailer park with an alcoholic, physically abusive father. In this version of events, Bullseye fakes his father's suicide using a handgun set off by a toy arrow.[volume & issue needed] It is unclear how many elements of this version are actually true.

His cold demeanor and unique skills, however, meant subsequent recruitment by the National Security Agency as an assassin was inevitable, and he was soon assigned to train Contras in Nicaragua. By the time he arrived, however, he claimed to have already been planning to leave the NSA. He had planned on robbing the Contras blind and fleeing, but soon discovered they were desperately poor. Bullseye made the best of the situation: within seven hours of being informed of their poverty, he had led the Contras in seizing a landing strip that the Colombian cocaine smugglers were using as a staging area before moving on to the United States. Without use of the airfield, the smugglers were unable to send new shipments. Bullseye set up his hapless Nicaraguan translator Paolo as the leader of the new force controlling the airfield, and let the word spread around, however, Paolo was nothing but a patsy. Bullseye planned to invite several organized crime heads to the airfield to broker a new deal with him as Paolo's supposed "right hand man". He would take their money and disappear, presumably leaving Paolo to suffer the wrath of the Mafia, Russian Mafia, Yakuza, and various other criminal elements. However, before the deal could be finalized, the Punisher (Frank Castle) arrived.

Castle killed all the organized crime leaders in a fiery explosion from which Bullseye barely escaped. The two engaged in a fierce battle in which Bullseye was able to wound the Punisher and evade or disable several of his weapons. Bullseye then used some blood-reddened mud to paint a bull's-eye on his forehead, mocking Castle's inability to hit him. The fight concluded when Drug Enforcement Administration agents arrived, and the Punisher fled. Bullseye turned himself in to the D.E.A. agents and soon was assigned to infiltrate the Kingpin's criminal empire. He obtained a costume, fled yet again, and became one of the most dangerous hitmen in the world.

All of the above information is given by Bullseye during a subsequent interrogation by US intelligence. Just prior to escaping from custody, Bullseye confesses he made up some or all of his story to amuse himself; for example, he claims that he was really the one who started the fire which burned down his childhood home. The whole capture was a plan by the assassin to gain access to the prison where his father is being held. Bullseye finally gets revenge on his father, leaving him to burn as the prison's security systems torch everything inside.

Costumed criminal careerEdit

Bullseye battles (and defeats) Daredevil at a circus in order to establish his reputation as an extortionist.[10] Shortly after, Daredevil by chance overhears him in the midst of an extortion attempt and captures him.[11] Bullseye is later hired by Maxwell Glenn to kill Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson, and Daredevil interferes. Although Bullseye wins again, Daredevil escapes death,[12] and Bullseye's professional reputation is damaged as a result. Seeking to regain his credibility, he challenges Daredevil on live television, but is soundly defeated.[13]

Smarting from this even harsher blow to his reputation, Bullseye hires Eric Slaughter's gang and kidnaps the Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff) to bait Daredevil into a revenge bout.[14] Daredevil defeats him again, and the despair of this repeated humiliation drives him to a mental breakdown.[15] It is later revealed that this breakdown was in part caused by a brain tumor, which begins causing migraines, paranoia and hallucinations that everyone he meets is Daredevil.[16] He escapes from prison, but is recaptured by Daredevil, and the tumor is successfully removed.[16] The tumor's symptoms quickly disappear, and defense lawyers are able to have him freed on the argument that his criminal behavior was caused solely by the brain tumor. He is hired to assassinate the Kingpin, but meets with repeated failure.[17] Inexplicably, this convinces the Kingpin to employ him as a chief assassin, but he is fired the same day he witnesses the Kingpin's humiliating defeat at Daredevil's hands.[18] Bullseye's repeated failed attempts to regain this briefly-held position became a running joke of the Daredevil series.

While in prison, he learns that the Kingpin has employed Elektra (Daredevil's former lover) as a new chief assassin. After escaping prison, Bullseye attacks and impales Elektra on her own sai. This fails to convince the Kingpin, says he'll only be rehired if he kills Daredevil.[19] Bullseye attempts to ambush Daredevil, but their battle ends with his arch-foe dropping him from atop a telephone wire. The multi-story fall breaks Bullseye's back, paralyzing him.[19]

During Bullseye's extended hospital stay following the fall, Daredevil breaks into his hospital room and forces him to participate in a two-man variation on Russian roulette. The revolver used in the game is secretly unloaded, but Daredevil has Bullseye take the even-numbered turns so that he would feel sure that the last shot is going to kill him.[20] Bullseye has repeatedly cited this incident as his greatest grudge against Daredevil.[21][22]

Japanese scientist Lord Dark Wind liberates Bullseye and has him brought to Japan, lacing his bones with adamantium and thus restoring his mobility. Lord Dark Wind did this so that Bullseye would work as an assassin in return, but in spite of this favor being done for him, Bullseye refuses to work for free.[23] He instead makes another play to regain the position of the Kingpin's chief assassin once again if he kills Daredevil, knowing he would fail.[21] Bullseye is imprisoned for several years.

Bullseye eventually escapes prison,[24] and then battles Captain America.[25] He battles Crossbones in an attempt to assassinate the Red Skull to regain his old position with the Kingpin.[26]

After encountering the amnesiac Daredevil,[27] he takes advantage of this by impersonating Daredevil and committing robberies in an attempt to destroy his nemesis's image.[28] In one of his early heists, he is caught by his mark's disillusioned trophy wife. He becomes enamored of the wife who pleads with him to be taken away by him, but he keeps the wife in his derelict hideout as his lover, attempting to flatter her by showering her with stolen money and jewelry. However, the woman comes to realize that he is mentally weak and, frightened by one of his psychotic outbursts, leaves him.[29] Gradually, Bullseye becomes so immersed in his Daredevil impersonation that he believes himself to truly be Daredevil, a confusion which the real hero takes advantage of in order to defeat him.[30]

Bullseye later has another run-in with the Punisher when he is part of Frank's frame-up scheme that ends with Bullseye getting both of his hands shot and losing a finger to the Punisher's brutality. Bullseye encounters Deadpool[31] and Gambit[32] during another long interval in which the character was seldom used.

Bullseye is hired by the villain Mysterio to attack and confuse Daredevil. In the course of their battle, Bullseye kills Karen Page (Daredevil's longtime love interest) with one of Daredevil's own billy clubs.[33]

Bullseye is recruited to steal the Identity Disc, purported to be in possession of A.I.M. and have vital information on the world's superheroes, along with Deadpool, Sabretooth, Vulture, and Juggernaut.[34]

Bullseye offers to kill Daredevil for Kingpin, later entering Daredevil's apartment and attempting to kill Milla Donovan (Daredevil's new girlfriend). Enraged and already near the breaking point, Daredevil attacks Bullseye and throws him out the window. During the fight, the hero reveals to Bullseye that he knows his real name Lester, his mother was a prostitute, and that he never knew his father.[35] He mocks the assassin's new 'Bullseye' tattoo and carves a new one over it with a rock.[36]

Bullseye seeks purported documents confirming Daredevil's secret identity. After a brutal fight with Daredevil and Elektra, Bullseye flees into open traffic where he is hit by a truck, sustaining severe injuries.[37]

ThunderboltsEdit

Main articles: Thunderbolts (comics) and Secret Invasion

Bullseye, along with many other villains, is recruited into the Thunderbolts by Iron Man and Mister Fantastic to hunt down anti-registration superheroes in the Civil War storyline.[38] Afterwards, he is recruited by Norman Osborn into the reformed team led by Moonstone. He operates invisibly and is not seen by the public. He is used as a last resort and has a nano-chain fed into his system, so if he disobeys orders, he will receive an electrical shock.[22]

Bullseye fights American Eagle after having been deceived by Songbird and told that his nano-chain is disabled. During the fight, he simultaneously receives an electrical shock from the nano-chain in his system on order of Moonstone and is attacked by American Eagle. American Eagle beats him severely, mocking him throughout for purposely avoiding fights with superpowered foes, and finally breaks Bullseye's neck. As a result of the damage sustained from both being attacked by a man with superhuman strength and being shocked by the nano-chain, Bullseye is paralyzed, is unable to speak, and has incurred severe brain injuries.[39] Bullseye is later shown walking due to nanomechanical surgery, then goes on a killing spree using scalpels to "get some target practice in".[40] Later, he joins the Thunderbolts in their efforts to assassinate Moon Knight.[41]

Bullseye was with the Thunderbolts when they fought the Skrulls in Washington DC.[42] He took advantage of the clone of Andrea von Strucker being distracted by Moonstone to kill Andrea, and nearly killed Moonstone in the process.[43] Bullseye travels along with the other Thunderbolts to Central Park and joins the final battle against the main Skrull force. Obtaining a missile launcher from the Zeus, he fires a rocket through the Skrull Yellowjacket's right eye, thus disabling the Skrull from engaging with other heroes.[44] Osborn orders Bullseye to kill Songbird, finally giving Bullseye the chance for revenge.[45] Bullseye nearly succeeds, but is incapacitated by the Swordsman helping Songbird escape.[46]

Dark AvengersEdit

Main article: Dark Reign (comics)

As a reward for his role during the Skrull invasion, Bullseye is placed on the Dark Avengers and given the costume and codename of Hawkeye.[47]

Osborn hires Bullseye to eliminate Deadpool, from whom Norman stole data about "how to kill a Skrull queen" but Bullseye is unsuccessful.[48]

On the Dark Avengers' first mission, he kills Morgana le Fey only for the woman to return yet again with an army of demons.[49]

When the Dark Avengers fight a rogue Hulkbuster robot, "Hawkeye" disables the robot after killing its pilot. When the robot falls and killing thirty-six civilians, Osborn reprimands Bullseye for his part in the deaths, to which Bullseye demands credit for his kills. "Hawkeye" then goes out and saves a woman from being attacked by three men. He kills the men, and the woman inadvertently infuriates him by referring to Osborn as "his boss". After he kills the woman, he notices a news crew in a helicopter filming the action.[50] He silences the news crew by blowing the helicopter up.[51]

Bullseye is used to take out his old partner Deadpool. Deadpool eventually gains the upper hand and stabs Bullseye through the chest with a meathook, who later wakes up in a hospital and goes after Deadpool again. Deadpool easily avoids Bullseye's attacks, then runs Bullseye down, stopping with one of the vehicle's tires on Bullseye's leg. Bullseye pays off Deadpool (under the pretense that Osborn told him to do so) to save himself.[52]

Elektra stabs Bullseye with his own arrow.[53]

Bullseye is later given the order by Osborn to eliminate Daredevil who has been discovered leading the Hand.[54] Daredevil (who is going through the trials needed to join the Hand) and Bullseye clash. Bullseye booby-traps a building with one hundred people in it. Daredevil continues to battle Bullseye unaware that the building is rigged and that Bullseye has the detonator. When the building explodes, Bullseye escapes and leaves Daredevil to his grief, mocking that if Daredevil had chosen to kill him the people in the building might have been saved.[55]

Molecule Man turns Bullseye into a pool of water to subdue him; however as a liquid he still tries to attack Molecule Man.[56] He is restored by the Sentry.[57] He is also part of the team when they go to Manhattan to look for Noh-Varr. The Sentry finds him first but is distracted and leaves the battle later to find Noh-Varr gone.[58]

Osborn later assigns Bullseye with the duty to kill Lindy Reynolds (Sentry's wife).[59] He takes Lindy for a helicopter ride, and strangles and dumps Lindy's body in the ocean. When the Sentry questions him about Lindy's whereabouts, Bullseye claims Lindy committed suicide over the countryside by jumping out of the copter, and the Sentry flies off to find Lindy.[60]

ShadowlandEdit

In the aftermath of Siege, Bullseye is incarcerated and sent to the Raft. But in the process of being transferred there, he manages to kill his captors and escapes. He makes his way back to Hell's Kitchen and arrives at Shadowland, Daredevil's fortress, and is confronted by Daredevil and a legion of Hand ninjas. Bullseye is unprepared for his enemy's newfound ruthlessness as Daredevil dislocates both his shoulders and then stabs him through the heart with his own sai, in much the same way Bullseye had killed Elektra years before.[61] Later, a group of Hells Bikers put together an unauthorized funeral service (as J. Jonah Jameson had expressly forbade) for Bullseye; Ben Urich is dragged along, as well as Danny Deaver. However, Deaver continually sees visions of Bullseye; it is not clear whether or not it is Bullseye's spirit or simply part of Deaver's psychosis. Bullseye's funeral service is interrupted by Daredevil and the Hand and a massive brawl breaks out, almost killing Urich.[62] Daredevil later exhumes Bullseye's corpse, intending to resurrect him as a soldier loyal to the Hand.[63] The heroes interrupt the ceremony, preventing Bullseye's resurrection.[64]

ReturnEdit

It was later revealed that Bullseye was still barely alive as his body disappeared after the battle, but he has become an invalid due to his injuries who has to rely on a metal lung in order to survive. To get revenge, he is revealed to be the mastermind behind Klaw, Coyote, and Ikari's actions against Daredevil.[65] He is later found by the hero who defeated Ikari and Lady Bullseye. The warehouse where they were is subsequently destroyed, and Bullseye is nearly drowned in radioactive waste, leaving him scarred and blind.[66]

Bullseye would go on to have his body fully repaired by the Hand in an encounter with Elektra.[67]

During the "Secret Wars" storyline, Bullseye is among the villains attending the Kingpin's viewing party of the incursion between Earth-616 and Earth-1610.[68]

During the "Infinity Wars" storyline, Bullseye is among the villains that accompany Turk Barrett to his meeting with the Infinity Watch at Central Park.[69]

When Daredevil’s protege Blindspot was left blinded by the villain Muse, Matt Murdock put out a bounty on himself out of guilt, attracting the attention of Bullseye and several other supervillains. Daredevil beat Bullseye and then revealed that he had put the contract out in hopes of luring Bullseye, as Blindspot’s condition reminded Daredevil of the murder of Karen Page.