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whiteskullofroses · 9 months

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Hello,

Loved your Baldwin IV of Jerusalem x Physician!Reader. Can you please write one for Simon Ghost Riley x Doctor!Reader 🙏.

Where the two have been catching the same train for 1 year now for work, in the city. But they never talk but acknowledge each other with a smile & nod. Until a fight broke out between 2 men which one of them ended up being stabbed & doctor (reader) comes to the rescue with Simon assisting her and is amazed at her competence, assertive & calmness.

Thank you so much<3

Enjoy:

SIMON GHOST RILEY x Doctor!reader

Warnings: foul language, blood, fighting.

The cold breeze, which fall drew upon the city, kissed your cheeks as you arrived at the train station. There was nobody there beside you and your thoughts. They ranged from your anxiety of the train being late again and that resulting into you being late for work which wouldn't pay off today, to 'will I see him again?'

In four hours you'd be operating on a patient with a brain tumor, a lot of your energy and patience will be required to complete it successfully. You were confident in your skills. Thats what's truly important for a doctor to have. Confidence.

Luckily, the train arrived at exactly 8.25am. Stepping on and grabbing a newspaper to have the time run faster. The train was a second away from passing on to the next station when the masked man finally boarded on.

You moved the paper from covering your face and leered your eyes to his as he sat down and looked up at you. You smiled, he nodded.

Though the two of you have been exchanging friendly gestures for the past year, neither of you ever spoke up. That was usually because there was no time to chat, the train ride to where you got off lasted about 10 minutes, whilst his lasted 5.

When there was a rare occasion like this one, where you didn't have to stay up all night to read papers of different illnesses your patience have been diagnosed with, which were so long you had to complete some reading on the ride, you very introvertently waited for him to reach out.

"YOU BITCH YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME HUH?"

The train was usually packed with people heading out to run their errands but today there was only you, the man with the mask and 2 others.

Both of your heads turned to the drunk and the construction worker.

The drunk guy with a red, stained shirt appeared to be the aggressor when the other tried to calm him down:

"Sir, please sit back down."

That sentence sent the red one over the edge: "SIT DOWN? YOU'LL SEE ME 'SIT DOWN' "

The beer bottle he was drinking from was now broken to pieces as he smashed it on the floor.

You glanced back to the one sitting opposite to you. He was watching them with a death stare. It wasn't until he stood up and ran to the scene that you realised something really horrible went down.

The military man grabbed the drunk and pushed him away from the poor construction worker who appeared to be bleeding.

You ran over as fast as you could and held the hurt ones shoulder: "Were you stabbed?"

The worker was panting, clearly panicking and in pain. "YES!" He shouted out and leaned back on his seat. "Where were you stabbed, sir? In situations like this, you of course knew how to react. Panicking was out of the question, especially when the one hurt is in distress himself. Pointing to his left arm you looked through the ripping of his shirt and noticed it was a pretty deep cut. "Alright sir, please hold your right hand on the wound and apply as much pressure you can."

The army guy was still holding the drunks arms behind his back: "LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"Watch your mouth." Those were the first words you heard him speak. His voice sounded raspy and deep, like a true military man's would.

He watched you with respect. How calm you were and how you managed to somewhat calm the worker down too.

You pulled a shirt out of your bag and tied it around the wound. "This is so you don't lose any more blood"you explained:"I'm dr. Y/L/N, I'll get you to the hospital with me."

The worker gazed at you with pure gratitude: "Thank.. Thank you so so much!"

Simon's eyes never left you, you were just so magnetic to him. Your skills, your assertiveness. It stuck to him like glue.

The train stopped, the doors opened and Simon threw the guy out. Stumbling to the ground and groaning, he was gone for good.

You looked up at Simon and thanked him.

"No problem. What needs to be done needs to be done."

The doors closed and the train moved forward. The next stop was Simon's. You didn't waste any time, stepping out of your shell, standing up and introducing yourself: "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Simon. You can also call me Ghost."

You nodded and went back down to the workers level to check on his wound.

"It doesn't look that bad." Commenting and soothing the hurt one as the train stopped once again.

"See you."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

THE END.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty

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wolferine · 3 years

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Heart Skips a Beat - Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 1837

Part 1

Tags: @blkmxrvel @blackxwidowsxwife @marvelwomen-simp

When Natasha sees your eyes close, she finally comes back to her senses. She squirms away from Steve, crawling under an ambulance and making her way towards you. She ignores Steve telling her to stay put and doesn’t hear Clint telling police officers the direction the bullets came from. All she can think about is bringing you to safety.

The ambulance engine is still running, causing its underside to reach temperatures that make Natasha feel like she is hiding in a furnace. She holds her breath from the fumes as she crawls to the front of the vehicle, throwing her arm out and reaching for your hand.

“Y/N!” she screams. “I’m right here! Hold on!” Her fingertips brush yours and she grabs onto your wrist tightly. You’re bigger and heavier than her, but the adrenaline gives her strength. With a massive heave, she drags you under the ambulance. You smear through the puddle of your own blood and it soaks through the back of your shirt.

There isn’t even enough room for her to lift her head, but she grabs onto both your arms, digging her elbows into the ground and crawling backwards. “I got you, Y/N. I got you,” she pants. But the lack of space and your deadweight make it impossible for her to pull you all the way through, so she backs out from under the ambulance. “Steve, help me!” she shouts.

“Move!” Steve says to her, although his shoulders are too broad to fit in the narrow gap. However, his arms are long enough to reach both of your hands, and all it takes is one big tug for you to come sliding out from the ambulance.

Your eyes fly open suddenly, awakened by the agonizing pain coursing through your shoulder like a lightning bolt. You scream, and as much as it makes Natasha’s heart hurt, she’s glad to see that you’re still alive.

“You guys need to get out of here right now!” Clint yells. “Take the ambulance!”

Steve pulls you into a standing position and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you onto his shoulders effortlessly. You flop over him like a ragdoll, pain pulsing in your stomach when you bump against his chest.

BOOM.

A bullet shatters the sideview mirror of the ambulance.

“Go, go!” Natasha urges, putting herself between the danger and you and Steve. Steve runs with you to the back of the ambulance and flings the door open. There is no gurney, so Natasha helps him lay you on the floor and climbs in after you.

“Stay with Y/N. I’ll drive,” Steve offers, going around to the front. “Clint, we’re taking Y/N to the Quinjet! Hold the scene down!”

“Copy that!” Clint is just as concerned for your safety, but he knows you’re in good hands. Steve jumps into the driver’s seat and throws the ambulance in reverse.

BOOM.

The windshield explodes.

“Let’s go!” Natasha screams, ducking her head.

“Hold on!” Steve backs into a sharp U-turn. The tires screech as they find traction on the road to accelerate forward.

Natasha practically lays on top of you to prevent you from rolling around. From a shelf, she grabs a handful of gauze packets, tearing them open with her teeth. She rips your shirt open and presses the gauze first to your shoulder, then another to the side of your stomach. You’re completely soaked in blood and it continues to pump out of you with each heartbeat. Your face has faded to a sickly pale.

“N-Nat,” you whisper, trying to move but pinned down by the pain. “N-Nat—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” she comforts. “Just keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

You see the blood smeared on her face, her neck, and her hands, too delirious to remember that it’s yours. “A-Are you h-hurt?” you stammer.

Natasha wants to laugh and cry at the same time. You’re so in love with her that even in the face of death you don’t even think about yourself. “No, I’m fine,” she says, grabbing onto your hand and interlocking your fingers. She looks over at Steve, veering through parked cars and roadblocks. “Can we hurry it up a little?” she asks in panic, even though she knows he’s driving as fast as he can.

“I’m trying!” Steve swerves around a fire hydrant and the sudden movement jolts everyone in the ambulance. Natasha presses down on you too hard and you grunt in pain.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “We’re almost there. We’re almost there.”

Your vision fades into fuzzy shapes and blurred colors. Even breathing seems to be too much of a task for you. Steve parks behind the Quinjet and comes around to help carry you in.

“Do you need me to go with you?” Steve asks as he lays you across the back seats of the Quinjet.

“No.” Natasha shakes her head. “Stay and help Barton.”

Steve doesn’t even try to argue. “We’ll find who did this, Nat. I promise.” He goes to the controls at the front and presses a few buttons. “The coordinates for the Tower are set. You’ll autopilot all the way there. Just make sure to update the medical team on Y/N’s condition.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Everything will be okay.” He places his hand on Natasha’s shoulder for a moment before jogging back to the ambulance. As soon as he’s off the Quinjet, the door raises shut and the engines blast on. You’re several states away from New York, but at the speeds the plane can travel, you should be there in minutes. You just have to hang on until then.

Natasha leaves your side only to grab more gauze, pressing it against your bullet wounds to slow the bleeding. She rolls you to your side so there’s no pressure on your front or back, but grimaces when she sees that your back looks as bad as your front.

“N-Nat,” you try whispering again, but she is quick to shush you.

“Not now, okay? Just stay awake for me, Y/N.”

You’ve never felt so weak before. It feels like you were hit by a bus and ground up by its tires. Your mind processes in slow-motion—probably a side effect of the blood loss—and you already forgot how you got into the Quinjet. But the physical pain isn’t your greatest concern anymore. You just don’t want to lose your fight and leave her.

Natasha fits an oxygen mask around your face and the cool air is comforting, but you know your time is ticking away. You don’t notice the Quinjet hiss to a landing or acknowledge the team of doctors suddenly hovering over you.

“We’ll do the surgery in room six!”

“Prep a blood transfusion!”

“Two gunshot wounds from a large-caliber gun!”

The doctors move you to a gurney and wheel you off the Quinjet. Natasha holds onto your hand as they take you to the surgery room, but a doctor stops her from entering with you.

“No, Romanoff. You gotta stay out here. We’ll take it from here.”

Natasha doesn’t fight back, letting your fingers slip through hers as you disappear behind the doors.

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“Any updates?” Clint and Steve finally arrive a few hours later, but you’re still in surgery.

“Not yet.” Natasha paces the kitchen anxiously. Although she found the time to wash your blood off her hands and face, she hasn’t changed out of her uniform yet.

“Nat, you should get cleaned up. Y/N isn’t going anywhere,” Clint says.

“I know, I just…I want to be there when—” She can’t finish her sentence, falling into Clint’s arms and crying into his shoulder.

“Y/N is a fighter, remember?” Clint says, rubbing her back.

“But the amount of blood—”

“Super soldiers don’t go down easy,” Steve reminds her. “Y/N will pull through. And besides, you’ll be there to help with the recovery.”

Natasha nods, pulling away from Clint and wiping her face. “I’m sorry I froze when I saw Y/N get shot—”

“What are you apologizing for?” Clint asks.

“I don’t know—I put you all in danger because I couldn’t get myself out of the way—” she hiccups.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steve assures. “In fact, you were the one who dragged Y/N to safety, remember? I couldn’t fit under the ambulance and Clint was just sitting around like a duck—”

“Excuse you,” Clint interrupts, and Natasha smiles thinly.

“So, did you find who did this?” she asks.

“Uh—” Clint and Steve look at each other awkwardly. “Natasha, we—”

“Did you find them?” Natasha repeats with more force. Clint motions for Steve to explain.

“That’s the thing,” Steve says. “We don’t know who did this. We scoped out the whole area with the police. We went out more than a mile, but we couldn’t find anything. No shell casings, nothing.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me a ghost shot and tried to kill Y/N?” Natasha scoffs.

“No, we…” Steve tries to find the right words. “We think it was a setup, maybe like a hired assassin or something.”

“Who would want to kill Y/N?” Natasha asks.

“That’s what we need to figure out.”

Natasha knows you have a lot of baggage from your past, particularly when you were forced into illegal covert operations by the government. But it’s been a long time since then. You became your own person and changed your life for the better. Unfortunately, not everyone sees the side of you that Natasha and the Avengers do.

When Clint and Steve leave to shower and change, Natasha finally does the same. She dresses in clean clothes and curls up on your shared bed, inhaling your scent through the pillow and blankets.

Sometime later, Clint visits and knocks on the door. “Hey, Nat? Y/N just got out of surgery—” He doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence and is almost run over by Natasha as she hurries over to the medical bay. She doesn’t know which specific room they’re keeping you in, but it’s like she’s drawn to your very presence and finds the correct one instantly.

You lie upright in the bed, propped forward with pillows so there’s less pressure on your back. Your right arm is in a sling and your entire torso is wrapped in bandages. An IV drip leads into the veins on your hand, while a blood pouch sends blood into the vein inside of your elbow. You have an oxygen tube up your nose and looped around your ears.

“I heard the doctor went a little overboard on the anesthesia,” Clint says from behind Natasha, startling her. “You know, with the super soldier serum and everything. Y/N will probably be out of it for a while.” Natasha walks to your side and kneels, gently taking your hand. Your skin is clammy and colder than normal, but your pulse beats strongly.

“I’ll be here as long as it takes.” Natasha raises your hand, mindful of the wires around your wrist, and kisses your fingers.

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AN: Thanks for the amazing support from everyone! Definitely didn’t think I’d get that kind of response, but I’m extremely grateful for you all. The next part will reveal the identity of the shooter, so I hope you’ll stick around for that. :) Peace out!

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel

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emiewritesthings · 3 years

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doctor, doctor - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n takes it into her own hands to look after a sick jay

a/n: i’m not gonna lie i think this is one of my fav things i’ve ever written, i would really appreciate some feedback and p.s the beginning of it is based on that scene from brooklyn 99 :)

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“okay, it’s 10 o’clock, meaning halstead is officially an hour late to work,” y/n announced as she appeared from the break room with a mug of poorly made coffee. looking around, she had immediately distracted everyone in the room with her playful smile. “okay let’s do this, theories!” she encouraged, taking a sip with excitement, but immediately regretting it as s he spat it back in the mug and abandoned it on adam’s desk as she leant against it.

“uh, he forgot to set his alarm?” antonio suggested, willing to play along with the little game that y/n had created. however clearly his answer didn’t suffice as y/n scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disappointment.

“you are a detective in a unit that just last week rescued 5 people kidnapped and used as chess pieces in a human sized version of the game and the best you could come up with is he forgot to set his alarm? pfft, disappointing, dawson. who’s willing to take this seriously?” she scoffed, brushing his idea off with a simple roll of the eyes as the group laughed at her ridiculousness.

“maybe he has been murdered by a gang looking for revenge.” adam piped up, earning a sudden and rather forceful slap on the back as y/n cheered. her eyes looking over at antonio as she gestured towards the less experienced detective.

“yes, that’s what i’m talking about. bit dark, ruzek, but better than dawson’s,” y/n hummed, adam clearly pleased with the praise he had received by the pretty detective. “any one else wanna shot?” she offered it out into the room, suddenly the sound of rolling wheels on the chair had everyone turn to face al who was munching on a ham sandwich.

“he walked into the middle of a drug ring, slept with the kingpins daughter and is now having limbs removed, one by the hour.” suddenly an eery silence fell in the bullpen as al suddenly disappeared back to his desk and everyone was left with an image that she was sure was burned on the inside of everyones mind.

“uh, okay, someone might want to arrange a psych check for olinsky asap,” y/n mumbled, pointing in the direction where he had once been and looking around as if checking that she hadn’t been the only one to hear al’s suggestion. “anyways, all of you are wrong. clearly he has joined a motorbike gang and now makes his money on the road striking off names on the government’s hit list.”

just as the room erupted into discussion about how idiotic this conversation was, as well as their ideas, the sound of footsteps caught y/n’s attention as she arrived at her desk. however as he reached the floor, the reason for his absence was clear.

“woah, you look like death.” adam chuckled, it immediately being silenced as jay sent a deadly glare his way. with his skin paler than normal with undertones of green, a layer of sweat draped over his forehead. jay flashed as smile at y/n as he passed, reaching his desk and collapsing on his chair with a wince.

as everyone went back to what they were doing, y/n found herself straying her eyes away from her computer screen for longer and longer periods of time until she found herself by his side with a sickly sweet grin, pun intended.

“i don’t wanna hear it, y/l/n.” jay mumbled, massaging his temples with his fingers hoping it would somehow sooth his pounding skull. whilst usually he had every minute of his day just to hear the woman chat away about whatever crossed her mind, he had found himself in quite the state since last night, leaving him restless and irritable.

“believe it or not, i just wanted to make sure you were alright,” y/n’s entire demeanour crumbled as she melted at the soft features of his face that came with being so vulnerable. but from the look in jay’s eyes, it was clear he didn’t 100% believe her excuse. “and to ask what the hell you think you are doing here? you are sick jay, you need to rest.”

it was very rare that jay found himself ill. in the years that y/n had been working by the man’s side, she could count on one hand the times she had seen him with so much as a cough. in fact she had called him captain immune system for a period of time when she realised he was pretty much indestructible. y/n couldn’t deny the concern bubbling in her gut seeing him so weak.

“i’m fine,” with her eyes slitted in a look that practically shouted ‘bullshit’, jay continued. “i promise, it’s just a little cold. nothing serious, i think i’ll survive.” he joked dryly, finding it incredibly hard to look away from y/n for her eyes were filled with a warmth that he knew was an expression usually saved for those she cared deeply about.

“yeah well, you need to take care of yourself, jay, i’m being serious. chicago can cope if you just have one day off, get your energy back.”

y/n was reminded of the times she had the exact same words spoken to her by the exact person that didn’t seem to want to take them onboard. every time she had so much as a sniffle he would be straight over with some soup that his mother used to swear by and the name of a box set that he would put on for the two of them to watch as he sat stroking her hair in order to try and convince her body to rest. neither of them had anyone else to take care of them, so had taken it upon themselves to be that person for the other.

“now, i’m gonna go tell voight that i’m taking you home before you infect this whole office.” before he could object, she had already ran (not literally but jay was impressed by her speed walking) to her boss’ office. knocking on the door, with a sweet smile and a sea of words running off her tongue so quickly that voight had to agree just to shut her up, y/n returned by his side. “come on, germ face, your carriage awaits.”

“you know i love it when you talk dirty to me, y/l/n.” winking at her, y/n giggled as she supported him back down the stairs and out of the station. the two chatted away, y/n explaining how she thought al was secretly a sociopath and jay filing her in on the newest instalment of his apartment block drama until they pulled up in front of jay’s apartment building.

as they walked through the door, jay’s arm resting around y/n’s shoulders as he struggled to find strength, they managed to reach the sofa before y/n’s body gave up. both of them letting out large breathes before looking at each other and falling into laughter.

“you hungry, i could try making your mom’s soup?” y/n asked, as she pushed herself up to look down at the man. her hair falling down around her face and tickling jay’s skin. “i’m sure it won’t be as good as her’s but i’m willing to give it a try.”

the way she was sat with the large window gleaming light behind her, y/n almost looked like an angel. her eyes and smile were wide, with her beauty wrapping its hands around jay’s neck squeezing until his head felt light and he nearly reached up to touch her porcelain skin. but jay had noticed the sensation way before he was blocked up with a cold.

“yeah, uh, that sounds nice.” jay agreed with a minimal amount of sass, but y/n didn’t seem to notice as she moved off the cushions and towards the kitchen. she had pretty much memorised the recipe when jay had finally given it to her on her birthday after offering to pay for it multiple times. whizzing around the kitchen, she was too busy to notice the tired eyes admiring her from afar.

jay wished his mom was alive to see the woman that she would have loved. all the times he had brought girls back to his family when he was younger didn’t add up to an ounce of the beauty and power that y/n held in her middle finger. the way she bit back at his wit, but also had the ability to spot when he was upset from the other side of the city. she was everything her mother wanted in a daughter in law, everything she wanted for her little boy.

“okay, give me your honest opinion. i can take it i promise.” y/n sudden appeared with a tray that held a large bowl of the semi-thick orange liquid, a glass of water and a couple pills. approaching jay, she carefully helped him up from where he laid and placed it onto his lap. “actually that was a complete lie, do not tell me the truth. i may just cry.”

“why thank you, nurse y/l/n.” he teased.

“it’s doctor actually.” she quipped back.

jay chuckled lowly, as he grabbed the spoon and took a large spoonful to his mouth. feeling the slight sting of his tongue at the heat, it was only when the flavours hit that he was suddenly transported to an earlier time in his life. a simpler time. only this time there was y/n by his side.

“the verdict?” she prompted, taking a seat besides him, pulling her knees up to her chest.

“not sure whether i want to tell you, don’t think you’ll fit in this room if your ego grows any bigger.” y/n grinned as she leaned over to press a kiss against his shoulder. jay closed his eyes at the contact, feeling the ache in his body freeze for a moment as it registered the tingling sensation. “all jokes aside, it really is good.”

“i’m glad, your mother was a smart woman.” she nodded, leaning forward to turn tv on. jay continued to spoon the soup into his mouth, as y/n chose a show that they both had started together and had refused to watch another minute without the other. y/n leaned back making herself comfortable, having already texted voight telling him that she would most likely need the entire day off, and getting the go ahead, she had no plans other than being by jay’s side for the next however many hours.

it was sometime in the early evening and the tv continued to emit light, but neither jay nor y/n was paying any attention to the drama. jay, with his head on y/n lap, was leaning into her touch as her short, thin fingers ran through the dark strands that sprouted from his scalp. his body wrapped in a blanket that y/n had grabbed from his room, he felt completely at peace.

“you know what, i think you are more bearable when you are at death’s door.” y/n joked quietly, as the forest green eyes were exposed back to her own. jay groaned in annoyance, realising that there was no sweet y/n without the sharped tongue y/n. a trait he adored, but at his own expense.

“and to think i was starting to think you had gone soft on me, y/l/n.” he hummed, wishing he could forever have her giggle on repeat wherever he went, for the sound made goosebumps run down his neck and down his arms, like some kind of magic that only y/n possessed.

“as much as i love you, i can’t risk my bad ass reputation for you.”

although jay was sure it was just part of her banter, the moment the ‘i love you’ fell off her tongue, he found himself wide awake, unable to push past the feeling in his gut as it looped over again and again in his mind. y/n could see the conflict in his face, as he glanced up at her with something she had never noticed before.

“you mean it?” he asked.

“mean what?” confused, her fingers fell from his hair, making jay regret ever opening his mouth.

“do you really, you know, love me?” he knew he had committed too far to try and retreat. maybe he could blame it on the fact he couldn’t think straight, although she was like a lie detector that wouldn’t let such a bogus excuse pass. y/n blinked down at him, watching as he sat up to look at her with a hunger that needed to be addressed. swallowing the lump in her throat, y/n nodded.

“of course, you are one of my best friends, jay.” it was true, but it wasn’t the full truth, both of them knew that.

“i didn’t realise we had started lying to one another,” jay’s eyes were soft, as he reached to place his hand against her cheek, smiling as she slowly leaned into it. closing her eyes, she tried to find what direction she was looking for, but didn’t dare take the first step. without even thinking, jay jutted forward and captured her lips before they could form a single syllable.

gently, but passionately, jay and y/n moved their lips against the others. the feeling was ever-growing as the kiss deepened and deepened until they had no choice to pull back, deprived of their ability to breath. as jay’s eyes came back into view, y/n, for the first time in her life, had lost the ability to form a sentence.

“we just...” she began but it ran off quickly. jay chuckled.

“we did.”

the two sat in silence, examining the other one’s face until y/n found herself moving forward until she was sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she pressed her lips against his. just like before their bodies and minds were set ablaze with desire and what had remained unspoken for what felt like forever. jay had nearly completely forgotten about the illness that had put him in the care of the woman that he craved more than anything else the world had to offer.

as their lips parted ways, suddenly the air had thinned and everything felt... normal. jay’s lips were unable to break out of the large grin mould that y/n had put them in, which was soon mirrored by the young woman. a small giggle escaping her lips.

“if i get whatever it is you have, i expect the exact same treatment.”

“only for you, doctor y/l/n.”

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tremendouscreationperson · 3 years

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Loki x reader where you're a reluctant (shady past) Avenger and fight him, only for endgame to happen and Loki makes off with the Tesseract

The aftermath of that is short and sweet because the Time Keepers interfere telling you that someone disrupted the time line and your presence is no longer required.

You're dragged through the TVA spotting Loki in the waiting room (ticket room?) and confront him. Once separated Mobius shows you your intended time line and you see how you and Loki had a relationship. It formed on Sakaar after you asked to study under Doctor Strange (to improve your abilities). Loki and Thor appeared one day and that led to you escorting them to see their dad. Chaos ensures and you and Loki are both thrown from the bifrost and you had to rely upon eachother to survive before Thor rescues you.

You are in the same ship as them when Thanos arrives and you survive by the skin of your teeth thanks to Thanos' weird half live half die mindset and you escape with Valkyrie in an over crowded pod.

You land on Earth too late, Thor informs you on his brothers fate and your moral compass swings during the blip. Once again you're working as an assassin before recruited once again by the good guys.

You don't believe this life Mobius is showing you but it's hard to deny the ageing of your teammates, and the growth of the Avengers itself. And it is a lot to lie about.

"What, so I have no purpose at all now I'm not with Loki? That Loki?" You hastily wipe your eyes.

"That's what's been decided."

"And I don't get together with anyone else?"

He shakes his head showing your broken body on the ground, "you don't really affect anyone other than him."

"My whole entire life and death doesn't affect anyone but him?!"

Flash forward to you following Loki following Sylvie, and its hard to watch him fall for essentially himself.

His singing and dancing on the train was enchanting and you hated to admit it but you couldn't look away, he however was doing the opposite and ignoring you.

"Did they show you?" You shout over the moon rocks crashing into the very planet your standing on.

"Yes they did! And how I could be with someone like you astounds me!" He yells back, beginning to run from various explosions behind you all.

You, aware its probably your last few minutes, decide to spend it away from this idiot and run not caring where you end up.

Loki and Sylvie have their moment saving them and you despite being away from them.

Obviously shinanigans happen but this is an idea anyone can steal

Loki ends up liking you because of your powers, you had used them against him during New York but in the end you use them to save him

I like the alias Agent Orange and in my brain your hair is neon orange because you're defooo not a mutant but a "miracle"

#loki x reader #Loki #Sylvie #loki laufeyson #Lady loki #loki tv show #Thor #Avengers 2012 #X reader #tom hiddleston #Imagine #sakaar #Doctor strange

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marjansmarwani · 3 years

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for a time you had me scared

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An accident on a call leaves TK facing a potentially career-ending injury. He's scared, more scared than he wants to admit and so afraid to hope, but he does have his friends on his side and that counts for a lot. ----- Day 3 of @911lonestarweek: “We’ve got your back, no matter what.” + Hurt/Comfort

A prequel of sorts to @silvarafael’s fic “I’m Not the Same Man I Was in the Spring” because she told me to write it.

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It’s just a normal day, at first.

But that was how things always started, wasn’t it? Whenever something tragic happened there was almost always one thing everyone agreed on: no one saw it coming. That was just the nature of tragedy: things were normal, and then suddenly they weren’t.

This was no exception. When they pulled up on the scene, when they geared up for the rescue and Captains Strand and Vega doled out instructions, they had no way of knowing how badly it was going to end. It was something they’d have to be reminded of later — that they couldn’t have known, that they weren’t to blame. Would it make any difference? Probably not, but the fact remained.

They arrived at the scene to get the rundown from the APD responding unit: someone had collapsed on the roof. No one knew who it was or why they were on the roof. All they knew is that a passerby had spotted a limp arm dangling over the edge and had called 911.

“Okay team,” Owen began after he discussed with the officer, “I want two people up to help with the rescue. Marwani, Strickland that’s you. Captain Vega, if we can get a medic up there it would be helpful, tell us what we’re dealing with.”

Tommy nodded and threw a glance at TK and Nancy, “You two decide who is going up and grab your gear.”

The two paramedics studied each other for a moment before Nancy shook her head, “That is all you dude,” she said. “I don’t mind heights, but I’d rather not if I don’t have to.”

“Your loss,” TK quipped as he gathered the proper equipment, excitement visible.

“You do realize it’s not normal to be this excited about climbing to the top of a 4 story building, right?” Nancy asked her partner, who ignored her. “It’s a little concerning if I’m being honest, Strand.”

“You’re just jealous,” TK tossed back with a grin as he shouldered his pack.

“No, I’m really not.”

“Children,” Tommy interjected mildly, causing both paramedics to quiet as she rolled her eyes.

Owen shook his head as he looked to the rest of his crew. “Ryder, get the ladder going and Chavez be ready to grab whatever other equipment they might need. You’ll be the runner.”

There was a chorus of “copy” as they all set into motion, a flurry of organized chaos on the ground. Paul and Marjan grabbed the rescue basket and met TK at the base of the ladder.

“I told you not much would change when I switched to medical,” he told them with a grin. “We still get to do some rescues together after all.”

“That’s just because you are too much of an adrenaline junkie to keep your feet on the ground,” Marjan pointed out lightly, receiving a snort in return.

“Takes one to know one.”

Paul rolled his eyes as he grabbed the ladder and pulled himself up, “Yes, you’re both very daring. Now hand me that basket so we can get up there and get this guy off the roof.”

Marjan bumped a shoulder into TK before grabbing the basket in question. He grabbed the other end and together they hoisted it up onto the ladder so Paul could drag it behind him. Marjan assisted from behind with TK bringing up the rear with the medical gear. They reached the top without incident and stepped out onto the roof one by one. TK went immediately to the fallen figure as Paul surveyed the area once he and Marjan had set down the basket.

“Looks like he was up here repairing something,” Paul noted, gesturing to the tool box by the access door. “Must have gotten locked out or something.”

“And tripped over something, knocking himself out,” TK added, lifting up a gloved hand with blood on it to show them. “All other vitals are normal, he just knocked himself out. Sir,” he said to the downed figure, “can you hear me?”

He prodded the man lightly on the shoulder and waited for a response. When he got none he tried again, speaking a little louder as Marjan and Paul got the basket ready for him. After another try TK shook his head, “He is well and truly out,” he announced, “but his pulse and respirations are normal. Guess we just need to get him down.”

“Way ahead of you dude,” Marjan announced, gesturing towards the fully prepped basket.

TK nodded and spoke into his radio, “Patient is stable, getting ready to transport him back down, Cap.”

“Copy that Strand,” came the distorted voice of Tommy through the radio, “we’ll be ready for you here on the ground.”

TK, who had just finished running the IV line, nodded to Paul and Marjan. “Can you help me move him?”

They nodded and took up positions at the man’s hip and legs. Once they were ready TK spoke. “Okay,” he instructed, “on 3. 1, 2…”

The last number was lost as they lifted him up and placed him carefully in the basket, securing the straps tightly around his still form.

“I’ll go first,” TK told them. “Once I’m on the ladder you can pass the basket down to me.”

“Well get going then,” Marjan said lightly, “what are you waiting for?”

TK rolled his eyes and stepped carefully over the edge, swinging his leg back onto the ladder.

It was a simple maneuver; he had done it more times than he could possibly count over the 7 years of his career. He went through the motions without blinking, not even giving a thought to movements. It was pure muscle memory, and it had never let him down.

But today was different in a way no one could predict. At the exact same moment the mechanics of the ladder malfunctioned and the lock holding the ladder in place let go, causing the ladder to jerk violently. The sudden motion countered TK’s tenuous balance on the top of the ladder, causing him to slip. If asked later, all three members of the 126 on the roof would say that the single instant seemed to stretch on for several as they all watched in horror.

TK’s eyes grew wide, which would have been comical, in any other instance. He flailed, trying to readjust his grip on the ladder, to pull himself back to safety. His friends did the same, reaching down and grabbing for him, desperately groping for his arms in hope of stopping his plummet. But they were too slow and there was no stopping him as he flipped over the edge of the ladder and fell to the ground.

There were shouts all around as the rest of the team and the spectators watched in horror. TK hit the ground with a dull thud, and there was another moment of collective horror before movement erupted.

“Judd, figure out what went wrong with the ladder and get Paul and Marjan down here with the victim now,” Owen shouted into his radio even as he ran. “Captain Vega!”

But Tommy was already in step with him, Nancy not far behind. They reached TK’s still form at the same time and while Tommy and Nancy were on their knees beside him in an instant, Owen stopped; frozen with fear as he stared down at the splayed body of his son, hardly daring to breathe.

There was a tense silence filling the air around them but Owen couldn’t stand it. His son had just...he could be....TK might…

His head was a jumble of thoughts, each abandoned before they reached the end and the awful possibility. “Tommy,” he asked weakly, aware that his voice was shaking, “is he…”

“He’s alive,” Tommy confirmed and Owen felt himself sag in relief. But Tommy’s expression was still tense and Owen felt the fear creeping back into his mind. Before he could give voice to any of the fears running through his mind, Tommy leaned forward, tapping TK on the shoulder firmly.

“TK, can you hear me?”

There was no response and Owen could feel his dread build.

“TK,” Tommy said again, “come on, I need you to wake up so I know what we’re dealing with.”

She tapped him again and after several more long, heart-stopping minutes TK’s eyes opened slowly. “Cap?” he croaked, and Tommy gave him a tight grin.

“Yeah, kid. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

“Sore,” he answered and Owen had to repress a snort.

“That’s not surprising,” Tommy answered evenly. “Nancy and I are going to do our checks, we just need to know what you’re feeling, alright? You know the drill.”

Owen heard footsteps beside him and glanced over to see Judd appear at his side. His face was pale as he looked down at TK before he swallowed and addressed Owen. “Cap, I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry, I can’t…” he trailed off, voice thick and eyes never leaving TK’s form, barely visible between Tommy and Nancy.

“Not your fault, Judd,” Owen assured him softly because no matter what the cause turned out to be he knew for a fact that Judd would never have done anything to put any of the crew at risk. Whatever had happened, it was nobody’s fault.

He stepped closer now, entering TK’s field of vision and giving him a reassuring smile, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey dad,” he replied weakly. “You don’t have to look so worried, I’m not in much pain.”

“You fell 40 feet TK,” he countered, “I’m going to be worried no matter what you say.”

TK’s rebuttal was interrupted by Nancy calling his attention to her. “TK, can you feel this?”

TK frowned and turned his head towards her voice, “Feel what?”

Nancy exchanged a grim look with Tommy as she removed her hand still from TK’s thigh. There was dead silence as the realization dawned on the group. Owen distantly saw Judd turn away, hand over his mouth but he only had eyes for his son, whose eyes were widening in realization.

“No,” he said softly at first, eyes flicking up to find Owen. “No, this can’t be happening.”

His voice was growing more frantic and his breathing faster. Owen reached out a hand and placed it on his chest.

“Breathe, TK,” he told him firmly. “Just breathe. We don’t know anything yet. We need to get you to the hospital and have a doctor take a look.”

“I can’t feel it, dad,” TK whimpered. “And I can’t move my legs. I don’t even need to be a paramedic to know what that means.”

“Your dad’s right,” Tommy interrupted bracingly. “All we know is that you can’t feel it at the moment. There are any number of reasons for that, as you know. Once we get some scans we’ll have a better idea of what’s going on, okay? There’s no sense panicking right now.”

To Owen’s relief and surprise, TK nodded and took a deep breath. He even tried to give Nancy a small smile as she fit the c-collar around his neck with trembling hands. She returned it as Tommy called out for someone to bring the backboard. Paul did, Judd on his heels.

The older firefighter paused beside Owen as Paul set down the backboard and spoke softly to TK. “I had dispatch stand us down,” he informed Owen. “I don’t think anyone’s in the right headspace to do our jobs safely just yet. Not until we know more.”

Owen nodded, “Thank you, Judd.”

It should have been his call, he should have handled it. But he was glad Judd did because not for one single moment had any thought past the fact that TK couldn’t move his legs enter his mind. Judd simply nodded and looked back at TK, expression grim. Owen could hear the storm inside his head but he had just watched his son fall 40 feet and there was room in his own head for little else just yet. He had no comforting words to offer because, unlike so many other times, he wasn’t sure it would be alright.

“Captain Strand.”

Tommy’s voice pulled him back to reality. He looked at her to find her watching him carefully, “We have two patients to transport so we won’t have any room for you to ride with, unless you want to ride up front.”

Owen shook his head, “I don’t want to get in the way. We’ll be right behind you.”

She nodded and gestured for Paul to help her lift the backboard and bring it to the ambulance where Nancy was already getting the other patient - who was awake and aware now - settled. It was only another moment before Nancy walked around to the front and the ambulance pulled away, leaving a stunned fire crew in its wake.

Owen swallowed and glanced around at his remaining crew, all in various stages of shock as they looked in the direction the ambulance had disappeared.

“He’s going to be okay,” Mateo said tentatively, voice clear and loud against the tense silence. “Right?”

He glanced at Marjan, who was standing beside him but all she could do was shake her head and wipe angrily at the tears that had escaped her eyes. Paul clapped a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it and Owen’s eyes sought Judd once more. He was leaning against the side of the ladder truck, eyes closed as his lips moved in silent prayer.

Owen closed his own eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn’t get the image of TK falling out of his head, or the look of horror on his son’s face when he realized just what might be wrong. He knew his team needed reassurance and normally, he’d be more than happy to provide it. A few glib words in the face of adversity was kind of his thing, after all.

But this was a fear he didn’t know how to soften, so he stayed quiet.

“Let’s get everything wrapped up,” he said instead, eventually. “We have somewhere we need to be.”

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The ride in the ambulance passed in a blur. He could hear Tommy talking to him and he knew he should answer; he owed his captain that, at least, but he was stuck. He was too busy spiraling at the thought of what was to come, of what it might all mean. Of what he stood to lose.

He was a paramedic, he knew exactly how bad of a situation this was. And at the moment his was so bad he didn’t even need to be a paramedic to know. He couldn’t move his legs, he had no sensation from the waist down: just about anyone could tell you what that meant. There was a word in his head that he was trying to avoid but he couldn’t avoid the implications of it: you needed working legs to work for the fire department.

He knew it was foolish, that he should be grateful to be alive (he had fallen 4 stories, after all) but he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that if the worst was true he wasn’t sure what meaning his life would have any more.

Eventually, the ambulance came to a stop and he was wheeled away for exams and tests. He did his best to return Nancy and Tommy’s well-wishes, but he knew it was a lackluster attempt at best. From there it was non-stop motion: an endless stream of noise and voices saying terms that he knew should mean something but it all filtered into his head as white noise that got lost in the fog of his panic. He was poked and prodded, asked questions he endeavored to answer, and put through a bevy of scans. It seemed like an eternity before he was finally wheeled into a room and joined by his father.

It’s a relief to not be alone, but he can tell that his dad is feeling the same panic he is and doing a very bad job at hiding it. His smile is glass that is liable to shatter at the slightest sound as he runs a hand through TK’s hair, “How are you feeling son?”

“Still not in any pain,” he assured his dad, but they both know that’s not even half the story.

His dad nods though and reaches down to squeeze his arm. “No matter what happens TK,” he starts, “I’m going to be here for you, okay?”

His dad is peering at him intensely and there is so much TK wants to say to that, so many doubts rooted in his own fear that he has. So many things he doesn’t want to say because he knows each and every one of them would shatter his father’s delicate composure and he can’t handle that right now.

He is almost relieved to see a doctor enter the room and prevent any retort he could have possibly given until he remembers that the news the doctor has could upend his entire life. He feels his dad’s hand tighten on his arm and he looks at the doctor expectantly.

The doctor steps further into the room and starts speaking without having to be asked and explains: there had been no obvious signs of anything broken or damaged, but all the muscles and tendons surrounding his spine were inflamed, likely from the serious bruising that came with falling nearly 40 feet. It was likely that the swelling was what was restricting his movements and that once it went down his mobility would return, probably.

The doctor seemed hopeful but TK wasn’t quite ready to buy it. He didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them dashed when the worst turned out to be true.

But he saw the look of hope on his dad’s face and couldn’t bring himself to dim it. So he plastered on a smile and nodded, thanking the doctor.

The doctor left him alone with his father who gave him a genuine smile and squeezed his arm tightly, “That’s good news!” he exclaimed and TK forced a smile.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

And it was, objectively. Nothing broken means there is still a chance. But the not knowing was what got him and he hated the uncertainty. He doesn’t want to hang his hopes on a chance; experience has shown him those chances are often not strong enough to hold the weight.

“The rest of the team is here,” his dad asked, looking down at him intently. “Do you want to see them or do you want me to tell them you need some rest?”

“No, they can come in,” TK replied and his dad smiled before squeezing his arm again. “This is good,” he reminded him, and TK managed one more smile before his dad steps out of the room.

He allows himself a moment to breathe before his friends arrive. They don’t need to be worrying about him too, they all have enough to worry about in their own lives. He just needs to keep up a brave face. So he plasters on a smile as they file in, offering a half-hearted wave as they approach, “Hey guys.”

Marjan is the first to approach, coming to a stop at the side of his bed and studying him. She looks him up and down before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Don’t you ever do that again. I think you took three years off of my life, Strand. How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

He was met with four unimpressed stares so he sighed and rephrased, “Not great, but I’m not in any pain and the doctors say that it’s likely only temporary. So fine, really.”

Paul did not look like he believed him for a moment. “You know, no matter what happens, we’ve got your back man, no matter what.”

“I know that,” TK assured him because he did. If there was one thing in all of this he was certain of, it was that his friends had his back, no matter what. There were so many questions flying through his head, but that was not one of them.

“I’m so sorry kid,” Judd said softly and TK looked up to him with a start. “This is my fault. I was operating the aerial, whatever happened, that’s on me.”

“No, it’s not Judd.”

The older man looked like he wanted to argue so TK repeated himself, “It’s not your fault. If something happened with the ladder, that’s not on you. You would have never done something to hurt me or any of us. Whatever happened is not on you and I don’t blame you.”

Judd met his eyes and TK smiled at him, the first genuine smile he had given since it happened. He may be scared out of his mind and he may be much more worried than he was letting on, but this was not Judd or anyone else’s fault, and he needed them to know that. “Okay?” he asked, and relaxed when Judd nodded.

“How long until you know for sure?” Mateo chimed in, voice small and voicing the question TK himself had been pushing to the back of his mind: how much longer until they ran out of waiting and he had to face the inevitable.

“I don’t know Probie,” he answered honestly, trying not to wince at the visible shift in the mood of the room. “Hopefully soon.”

The question brought him back to the fear he had been grappling with and he tried his best to not let it show on his face. Thankfully Paul, ever observant, seemed to pick up on it.

“C’mon guys,” he told them, “I already called Carlos and he’s on his way. We should get out of here and let them have their moment.”

There were murmurs of agreements and jokes and TK could almost muster a real smile again. “Do you think you can manage to drag my dad home?” he asked. “He doesn’t need to be stuck here waiting. He can do that just as well from home, from a real bed.”

“I think we can manage it,” Marjan assured him, pulling him into a soft hug, “that’s what family’s for, after all.”

His smile grew at that and as they filtered out after more hugs and well wishes, he allowed himself a moment to feel optimistic. He’s determined to keep up the brave face for now and for as long as he can so they don’t need to worry about him, and while he has his doubts and secret fears, no matter what happened he would have his friends with him, after all.

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potionsprefect · 3 years

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In The Storm

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: An E.M.T ride along takes a terrifying turn.

Rating: T

Category: fluff, angst

The dark skies of Boston stretched for miles, the heavy thunder echoing throughout the hospital. Every so often there was a flash of lightning and the rain thrashed against the windows.

Victoria was waiting by reception to be picked up so she could do her paramedic ride along. It was necessary for doctors to take an E.M.T ride along for experience in case they were called out to an accident.

Victoria ran her hands through her double braids sighing as she checked the time on her phone. The rain wasn’t supposed to ease at any point during the day so Victoria’s shift would be done in the pouring rain.

“Still in the building?” A sarcastic voice said behind her. Victoria turned around and saw Ethan chuckling.

“Are you that desperate to get rid of me for the day?” Victoria laughed.

“I’ll be able to maintain my lunch schedule on time today.” Ethan pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her.

“Don’t you like it when I have lunch with you?” Victoria looked up at him.

“I like the company. But I also like to finish my lunch on time.” Ethan smiled.

“Well I’m sorry I’m such a distraction.” Victoria pretended to pull a sad face.

Ethan, knowing she was pretending, cupped her face with his hands and leaned down to kiss her. Victoria melted into the kiss, smiling as she pulled away resting her forehead against his.

“Try not to get into too much trouble.” Ethan said.

“Trouble and I are complete opposites.” Victoria laughed.

“I’ll be the judge of that when you’re back here in one piece. Have a good day and I’ll see you later.” Ethan gave Victoria one final kiss before heading back into the main part of the hospital.

Victoria smiled as she watched him walk off. She didn’t think anyone could make her heart (and fanny because she’d been watching too much of Love Island UK) flutter as much as Ethan did. Being around him made her so happy.

“Victoria!” A voice called out from the entrance. Victoria looked up and saw Tamara, Rafael’s E.M.T colleague wave to her as she walked over.

“Hi Tamara!” Victoria grinned giving her a hug. The two women had gotten to know each other over the years, having met through various paramedics runs.

“Are you excited for your paramedic ride along?”

“Yeah but I’m also nervous. The weather isn’t helping either.” Victoria laughed a little.

“You’ll be fine. Just imagine every patient is in a hospital bed and you’ll feel like you’ve never left.” Tamara nudged her in encouragement as they headed out the hospital.

They both ran to the ambulance getting absolutely drenched as they opened the doors and sat inside.

“Jesus! I’ve never known Boston weather like this!” Victoria exclaimed as she shivered.

“Welcome to the East.” Tamara joked.

“I am from the East! I can’t remember the last time New York had a storm.”

“It’ll probably travel to New York. Then they can be covered in a wet blanket.” Tamara winked as the ambulance pulled away from the hospital.

The ambulance drove round the city, this was protocol in case they passed an emergency and were there on hand to help out. That way, lives would be saved much quicker. Just as they turned the corner towards the Common, the radio buzzed.

All available emergency vehicles to respond to Northeastern university, there has been a road traffic accident outside the university campus.

Tamara turned on the sirens and pushed her foot further on the pedal. “Here we go. The adrenaline is about to kick in.”

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The doctors and nurses at Edenbrook were moving as fast as they could as they tried to clear beds, get the trauma tags sorted and find all the spare equipment they had. A road accident meant all hands on deck.

The patients were rolling in one by one, Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore were the nearest treatment facilities and both hospitals were expecting a high volume of patients.

Ethan looked at the scene around him as the interns were treating the green and yellow tagged victims. He had heard on the radio that a patient in arrest was on his way in. The doors then flew open.

Ethan saw Victoria doing chest compressions as the monitor beeped loudly. She was completely drenched from the rain. Ethan rushed over to take over chest compressions as they wheeled the patient into the trauma room. There was no time to hang around as she hurried out the room and out the hospital ready to treat the next flux of patients.

Ethan and the team around him worked on the patient before calling it. He took off his protective gear and walked out the room, watching Edenbrook work it’s magic.

Doctors and nurses were moving between patients as fast as they could, all tending to the victims of the accident. Ethan set to work, moving fluently between patients, tagging and treating.

It must’ve been at least an hour before Ethan had a moment to himself, he retreated to his office where there was peace and quiet and he could gather his thoughts.

Ethan made a coffee from his coffee machine and sat down at his desk. He looked at the photos on his desk. One of them was a photo of himself and Victoria, the other a sole photo of just her. Ethan smiled as he picked up the latter photo and ran his thumb across it.

He was so proud of her when she announced she had been called up to do a paramedic ride along. He knew how much she had wanted to experience the life of an E.M.T. Ethan had joked that she should’ve become an E.M.T so she can experience the adrenaline more often.

Ethan drank his coffee and pulled out his phone, sending a text message to Victoria. He knew she probably wouldn’t read it but she would have a nice message to come back to later on.

Little did he know, she was right in the middle of the action across town.

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The sound of thunder was deafening and the rain was falling from the sky like bullets.

Victoria and Tamara raced back to the scene to help other victims. They got out of the E.M.T and ran towards the scene.

“Are there anymore trapped?” Tamara yelled to her supervisor.

“There’s two in the car near the entrance to the uni! But there’s a power line that is threatening to fall so we can’t get to them yet!” The supervisor shouted.

“How long do you reckon?” Victoria said.

“It could be a while. We need to tend to some other patients.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Just sit tight. We’ve got other rescue vehicles dealing with the patients needing treatment.”

Victoria and Tamara retreated back into their vehicle.

“We can’t just sit here surely. We need to go help.” Victoria sighed.

“It’s too dangerous Victoria. We’re just meant to treat not rescue.” Tamara replied.

“But they could be seriously injured!”

“And so could we if we go and help them. The experts will get them out and then we’ll treat them. It’s the only way.”

Victoria sighed in defeat. She knew it would be dangerous to go and help. There were emergency workers with much more experience than her who had helped those trapped before. Victoria was only a doctor, not a firefighter.

But sitting around doing nothing made Victoria feel useless. People needed their help. And Victoria was never one to just sit around.

Not hesitating any further, she opened the ambulance door.

“Where are you going?”

“I can’t just sit around.”

“Victoria you’re mad. If you end up hurt we’ll both be in trouble.”

“Well we have to at least try. And I’ve never given up on anyone and I’m certainly not going to today.” Victoria jumped out the vehicle. Tamara rolled her eyes but followed her.

The two women raced towards the scene again, as they saw a car near the power line.

“Hello?! Can anyone hear me?” Victoria shouted into the vehicle.

“Yes! Over here!” A voice cried out. Victoria cautiously moved closer and saw a young woman lying in her seat, blood covering her head.

“It’s okay. We’re going to get you out.” Tamara reassured the woman.

“You need to help my daughter! Take my daughter first!” The woman winced in pain.

Victoria looked in the back seat and saw a young girl lying in her car seat unconscious.

“I’ll go help her. What’s her name?” Victoria asked.

“Amy. She’s only seven.”

Victoria leaned out of the car and moved round the side so she could get better access. She learned inside the left window.

“Amy? Amy can you hear me?” Victoria called out to the little girl who didn’t respond.

“Is she going to be ok?” The mum asked.

“She’s going to be fine ma’am but I need you to let me help you too. Can you tell me your name?” Tamara said.

Tamara talked to the woman, learning her name was Lucie and that her head and chest hurt. Victoria focused on the young girl pressing two fingers to her neck, breathing a sigh of relief that she was alive.

“I’m going to call for back up. We need to remove some pieces of the car before we can get them out.” Tamara reached for her radio and relayed a message.

Victoria reassessed the little girls injures, feeling blood from the back of her seat. She didn’t look like she had any other injures.

“I need a a paediatric backboard now!” Victoria called.

“They’re on their way. Just hang on.” Tamara yelled.

It wasn’t long before help arrived, firefighters and the paramedic supervisor arrived with the necessary equipment.

“I told you guys to wait!” The supervisor shouted.

“Dan we have a woman with internal bleeding and her seven year old daughter with a head injury! If we waited, we might’ve lost them both!” Tamara shouted.

“That doesn’t matter!”

“Can you guys stop arguing and get to work. We have two critically ill patients here!” Victoria shouted.

The two others stopped and nodded and moved out the way to let the firefighters through. Victoria stepped back shivering in the rain that was still heavy and the wind had picked up rapidly.

“How long do you reckon it will take them?” Victoria asked Tamara.

“They work as quick as lighting. They’ll get to them in no time.” Tamara replied.

“Speaking of lightning.” Victoria looked out over the water and saw flecks of lightning in the distance.

“Looks like the storms not over yet.” Tamara sighed.

“Hold it.” A voice yelled. The two women looked back towards the damaged car where the firefighters were looking underneath.

“What is it?”

“There’s someone underneath. We need another backboard now!”

Victoria raced towards the ambulance grabbing another board before racing over to the scene again.

“Got it!” Victoria placed the backboard underneath the vehicle. Other paramedics helped take the person away whilst Victoria and Tamara went back to focus on Lucie and Amy.

“Take the girl first. We’ve got room for both of them. Make sure she gets warm.” Tamara said.

Victoria nodded as she gently undid the seat belt and slid the backboard in with the help of others as she got Amy out the car. Victoria assessed her once more just to make sure she hadn’t missed any injuries before hurrying over to the ambulance.

“Watch out! IT’S GONNA GO! GET BACK!” A voice yelled.

Victoria turned round and it was like everything was moving in slow motion. The power lines above them was falling and everyone was sprinting away to avoid getting hit. Before Victoria could react, she was thrown to the ground by someone, their body shielding her from harm.

She saw a lot of sparks before everything went black.

— — — — —

“Make sure Mrs Cassell has her morphine injection before moving her to a room.”

“Will do Doctor Ramsey.”

Ethan sighed as the nurse headed down the hallway, chart in hand and he sat down in one of the free chairs.

“Doctor Ramsey?” A voice said. Ethan looked up and saw Doctor Trinh.

“Are you okay Doctor Trinh?”

“Yeah I just... wondered if you’d heard from Victoria at all. With not many patients coming in I guessed she might be available and near her phone.”

“I haven’t heard from her. But don’t worry, I’m sure she’s ok. She’s tough remember that.” Ethan smiled at the small resident.

Sienna smiled back before nodding and walking off. Ethan knew she was always on edge when Victoria went off to do something. It might’ve been months since the Senator attack but she wasn’t the only one still nervous when she didn’t see Victoria. Ethan hated her being out of his sight but he knew he couldn’t hold her back forever.

As he was filling out patient charts, Ethan checked his phone every few minutes, his conversation with Sienna still on his mind. Despite reassuring others, he would never fully be able to relax until he saw her in the flesh.

As Ethan got up and made his way to his office, he ran into Ines.

“Doctor Ramsey thank god!”

“What is it?”

“A power line fell close to one of the ambulances outside the traffic site, we’re getting three out of the seven injured.” Ines explained.

“Do we know who?” Ethan asked panic rising in his chest.

“All I know it’s that it’s rescue 74.” Ines explains running off down the hall.

Ethan’s heart sank.

Rescue 74 was Victoria’s ambulance.

— — — — —

“BP and heart rate are stable.”

“Let’s order a head CT.”

Victoria recognised that voice. It was one that she didn’t hear often but for some reason, it sounded oddly familiar.

“She looks like she was very lucky.”

“I agree. Let’s clean these scrapes. If the head CT is clear, I see no reason to keep her here, she can be discharged.”

“Yes Doctor Carrick.”

Doctor Carrick? What was she doing at Mass Kenmore? Victoria opened her eyes.

“Seems like trouble seems to find you often Doctor Clarke.” Tobias chuckled as he looked down at her.

“What am I doing here?” Victoria asked groggily.

“You have the pleasure of being treated by the Kenmore doctors.” Tobias said. When Victoria tried to sit up he gently pushed her back down. “Woah hey no sudden movements, we’re ordering you a head CT to rule out anything.”

“And if there’s nothing there?”

“Then you’re free to go. Ethan will be worried about you.”

“When isn’t he.”

Tobias laughed at that. “He cares about you a lot. And so do many others. You bounce back from things very quickly. You’re probably on your eighth life by now.”

Soon, some doctors came in and cleaned the blood off of her and wheeled her to her CT scan. She had taken plenty of patients there before but it was different when you were the one having the scan. Victoria suddenly felt the nerves her patients must’ve felt when they had theirs done.

“Very good Doctor Clarke. You kept very still.” Tobias’ voice echoed through the room.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“No this is just how I am. Although sarcastic is my middle name as Ethan has probably already told you.”

Victoria rolled her eyes as she was taken back to a room. Tobias had her results in hand.

“Well I don’t see any problems. Maybe the youngest member of Edenbrook’s diagnostics team has spotted something I haven’t.” Tobias held up the CT scan for Victoria to see.

“It would appear she agrees with you. Does that mean I can go?”

“Indeed.” Tobias replied.

“Fabulous. And it’s such a shame as I’ve enjoyed yours and Kenmore’s company so much.” Victoria rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Was that sarcasm?” Tobias raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you know? Sarcasm is my middle name.” Victoria winked at him.

Tobias laughed back as he filled in Victoria’s chart and signed her discharge paper. “Is Ethan coming to get you?”

“He probably doesn’t even know I’m here, let alone what happened.”

“I can take you to Edenbrook if you want.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Tobias smiled. “Maybe you can give me a few tips on how to diagnose and treat quicker.

“Ha ha very funny.” Victoria swung her legs off the side of the bed.

It wasn’t long before they were both in Tobias’ car driving to Edenbrook. Tobias kept looking over at Victoria as she stared out the window.

“So what were you doing in an E.M.T uniform? Thinking of a career change?”

“Hoping to take my spot on the team?”

“God no. I just didn’t think the diagnostics team would let go of their youngest recruit.”

“I was doing the traditional paramedic ride along. Although it wasn’t supposed to end up with me being the patient.” Victoria laughed a little.

“Well you do have a habit of getting into trouble.” Tobias said

“Am I that obvious?”

“Just a bit”. Tobias laughed.

Victoria laughed. “It was just... so thrilling and exciting. Just like being in the hospital.

“I did it once not that long ago, even considered a career change.”

“How comes you didn’t?” Victoria asked.

“I guess I would’ve missed the solving. Once you hand it to the doctors they take it from there. I would’ve missed the mystery.”

“Fair enough.”

They reached the entrance of Edenbrook and Victoria got out of the car.

“I can make my own way into the hospital. Thanks for the lift.” Victoria smiled.

“No problem Clarke, see you around.” Tobias smiled as he drove off down the road.

Victoria sighed as she stared up at the hospital, the events of today catching up on her. She walked into the hospital, each footstep heavier than the last.

“Have you called round the hospitals?”

“Yes she’s okay. She was taken to Mass Kenmore.”

“Well she’s not there anymore.” Bryce gestures to his friends.

“Victoria!” Sienna cried as she ran towards her and hugged her tightly.

“Woah Sienna I’m okay!” Victoria laughed a little.

“We’ve been so worried about you!”

“You don’t need to worry anymore I’m fine.”

“Christ Rookie you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Another voice said. Victoria turned to see Ethan heading towards her pulling her tightly against his chest.

“I’ve been known to make people worry often.” Victoria replied wrapping her arms around him.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.” Ethan took her hand and lead her out the hospital to his car. Victoria sighed happily as she felt the warmth of Ethan’s car sink into her skin.

“What happened to the others I was with? Is Tamara ok?”

“She’s fine. She was brought here and explained what happened. Looks like the power line missed you guys and only hit your ambulance.

“What about my patients? I had a seven year old girl to look after?! And there was someone trapped under the car!” Victoria sat up straight worried.

“Woah Vic calm down. Was her name Amy and her mum was called Lucie?” When Victoria nodded Ethan continued, “they were both brought here. The mum needed surgery but she’s going to be fine and so is her daughter. And the guy trapped under the car is fine too.”

“Thank god.” Victoria breathed a sigh of relief.

Ethan pulled his car into his apartments garage and led Victoria up to the elevator. When he got his keys into the door he made a beeline for the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to run you a bath.” Ethan replied.

“I see. Am I allowed to bring a special guest?” Victoria grinned.

“I think you can.”

Grinning, the couple stripped off their clothes as the bath filled up and got into it, both sighing happily. Victoria sat in front of Ethan and leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“So how was your day?” Ethan chuckled.

“Wild. But it was exhilarating and scary. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Well I’m glad you’re back in one piece. Just like I said so this morning.”

“I’ll always come back in one piece.” Victoria smiled.

They laid in the bath in silence, Ethan’s hands running up and down her sides as Victoria turns to lay her head and snuggle against his chest.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Ethan broke the silence.

“I was just thinking about everything. Being an E.M.T is just as exhausting as being a doctor.”

“Not thinking of a career change are you?”

“You sound like Tobias.” Victoria chuckled.

“Tobias?” Ethan asked.

“He brought me back to Edenbrook once I was discharged from Mass Kenmore.”

“As long as that’s the only time you’re car sharing with him Rookie.” Ethan narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t worry. Tobias doesn’t have me in his bed most nights. Only you get that pleasure.”

Ethan laughed as he tightened his arms around her.

“Victoria?”

“Yes Ethan?”

“Promise me you’ll always come back to me.”

Victoria lifted her head to look at Ethan properly. She leant forward and pressed her lips to his softly before breaking away.

“I promise. Forever and always.”

— — — — —

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How many self indulgent headcanons can one person write about one character? Let’s find out!

As a child, Lexi thought that she had a secret power. She didn’t tell anyone about it out of fear--childish, innocent--that if she did, it would be taken away. So she didn’t tell anyone that she had the secret power of summoning lost things back to her.

When her hair brush, the one with the silly banana print and matching banana shaped handle, went missing, she looked high and low, ducking into every room of their little house in search of it. She found it a few days later, tucked in the space between her dresser and the wall. When her favourite plush elephant disappeared at the playground, Lexi had been distraught until several days later, when a pair of road runner siblings came knocking on their front door with Mr Fudge in tow. The older of the two explained that his brother had picked up the plush elephant at the playground and they had been knocking on doors in the neighborhood to find its owner. Lexi’s ma invited the boys in for cookies, but they declined and went off on their way.

She knew better as she got older, of course, but it was still fun. She imagined a world where nothing was ever truly lost, not really. Someway, somehow, everything she loved would find their way back to her. She believed this even when her ma got into the accident, and she sat in the sterile waiting room with her pa pacing a few feet away and everything was somehow too empty and loud and hea-

Sapphire squeezed her hand. Their laced fingers rested on Lexi’s lap, the weight comforted and anchored her in place.

The doctor arrived just then. Lexi’s pa stopped pacing and was immediately within a foot of the doctor, expectant and desperate and more scared than Lexi had ever seen him before.

It had been touch and go for a while but her ma had made it. Lexi didn’t tell anyone, not her ma when the doctor let them in to see her, not Sapphire later that night when Lexi stayed over, but she imagined that a part of her--that power she had wielded as a child--had kept her ma with them.

Everything she loved would always find their way back to her.

It happens over and over again. The purse that went missing when she was 14 showed up just shy of her 18th birthday. Her little rose plant couldn’t be salvaged from a nasty aphid infestation and two days later she rescued a wilting potted plant that someone had left out with the rubbish to nurture back to life. Romantic partners came and left and Lexi’s heart sometimes felt like an open window in the midst of summer, always ready for the next.

Sapphire never left, not until Lexi made her. Even then, even after the harsh words and the angry tears and how absolutely nauseous Lexi had felt when recalling what she had said, a part of her knew that Sapphire would come back to her too in time.

Then the meteor hit and Lexi woke up in a room where a haggard looking nurse informed her that her parents had found her, and yes they were alive, and yes they will be identified that she was conscious. Lexi heard her, she did, but she also realised that she could hear everything. Hasty footsteps and whirring machinery and the wailing of both sirens and people. The barrage of heartbeats, the ones that were slowing down. Someone was dying. Someone’s heart was slowing down. It was going to st- “-is responding.”

The voice was so familiar and close that Lexi didn’t even think before her name sprouted from Lexi’s lips like a shouted prayer. The nurse in her room jumped, startled by the sound, but Lexi didn’t care. Not when her shouting caused a commotion out in the corridor, not when the door slid open and summoned Sapphire, her scrubs grubby and stained as if she had lived and bled in them. (She’ll say later that she did).

Later. Later. Later, when the clean up starts and Acmetropolis could properly mourn their losses, later, when Lexi gets discharged to her ma’s apartment that had been structurally spared. Later, when Sapphire slept a dreamless, uninterrupted 12 hour sleep for the first time since the meteor. There is time to talk and apologise later. For now, Lexi desperately grabbed at Sapphire as soon as she was within reach and the two girls collapsed against each other. For now, Lexi clutched at her friend and sent out thanks to the universe for bringing her back.

Lexi could hear them approaching the surface and had sprinted in the direction long before the others. She was only partially aware of the rest of the team behind her. The only exception was Rev, having passed all of them and was now in waist deep water to haul Duck and Ace to shore. The speedster deposited them to the sandy bank, Duck clambering to his knees amidst heavy gulps of air. Lexi was almost upon them by then, so she didn’t need super hearing to hear Rev gasp, “‘Duck, he’s not breathing.”

(She heard it too. She heard one frantic heartbeat and one disappearing even before they broke the surface.)

“No no no no no,” Lexi collapsed onto her knees on Ace’s other side. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t hear. Ace was so still and silent, it was against the natural order of things. He can’t be dead he couldn’t leave them he couldn’t leave her nonononon- “Move!”

Someone shoved her hard and sent her tumbling backwards onto the sand. She would have yelled, but the person who had shoved her back was Duck. His own breathing was still erratic, his limbs still weary, but Duck had two fingers under Ace’s chin tilting his head up and he breathed into his mouth and Lexi remembered. She remembered. Duck knew CPR.

(So did she. So did the rest of them. But the terror had frozen her limbs in perpetual inaction and she hated it.)

Duck started compressions, fingers interlocked over Ace’s chest and counting each pump. He was working on muscle memory, so even with the panic rolling in his chest his movements were calculated. “Come on Ace, don’t do this to me bud. You gotta breathe.” Duck braced himself better and continued.

“Lexi, can you hear a pulse?” Duck asked, breathless.

“Nothing,” Lexi's throat felt hoarse, but she steeled herself, “Let me take over.”

Duck nodded, sitting back onto his heels and letting Lexi take his place. His own breathing had barely evened out when he had started, and judging by the searing pain in his wrist he must have injured it while underwater. The pain while he had worked on Ace was excruciating, but he had to do something.

Lexi’s movements were far more erratic than Duck’s, but she had the technique down just right. “Ace, fuck, you can’t do this.” He felt too still, too cold, under her hands, and she fought the bile that rose in her throat and pressed down into his chest. There was a crack as bone gave way under pressure, and Lexi kept going even as the tears come because no this can’t be happening come back come back come bac-

Ace’s chest heaved under her hands and he coughed. Duck reached around, helping Lexi roll him onto his side as a deluge of murky water expelled from his lungs. Lexi rubbed his back, bent over with exertion and relief that made her light-headed.

(Later, Duck will half-joke that his kiss had brought Ace back from the dead.)

Lexi clutched her own chest and let out a long, exhausted breath. The things she loved tended to come back to her, and Lexi would fight tooth and nail to claw them back to her if she had to.

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The Surrogate - Chapter 18

The Surrogate: A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 1639

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, kidnapping, panic attacks, pregnancy complications, medical procedures

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people. When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want. Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 18

Clint’s mission was supposed to only be two nights. “Three at most,” Steve had assured the three of you with the cool calm of a man who had completed thousands of similar missions with no problem. The Avengers team had been really good about keeping Natasha and Clint’s missions under a week and the closer you got to the due date, the shorter and less frequent they became. No one wanted the baby to arrive when a family member was missing, and they knew how much stress it put on you when either Clint or Natasha weren’t there.

This particular team had included Steve and Thor, so you weren’t exactly worried about him. If it was a simple mission with two of the bigger hitters, he’d be home in no time.

When the fifth night passed and they weren’t back, you began to worry.

You weren’t the only one. Natasha wouldn’t let on, but you could tell the lack of any word was getting to her too. She was in the comms rooms and attending meetings so much that you only saw her at night, and often you’d wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.

That only made you more anxious and over the course of the week where there was no word, each time you woke up to an empty bed you would start imagining the absolute worst possible outcomes.

Visions of Clint being tortured or dead haunted you and the more time passed without word, the more graphic they got.

When you finally got in communication with Steve and he said they were headed back, everyone went straight to the landing pad and waited for the jet to come in. When it finally landed and the back opened up to let the occupants out, only Steve and Thor climbed out.

“Where’s Clint?” Natasha said, rushing up to them.

“Nat,” Steve said, gently, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Maybe we should…”

“No,” she shouted. “Where is he? Tell me now!”

“He went missing,” Steve answered. “We sent him out to get intel and he never came back. Then we found out we’d been bugged so we couldn’t send word back here. We thought it better to try and get him out immediately but when we finally tracked down their base, it was deserted.”

“What? Steve! You should have told us right away!” Natasha shouted. She looked ready to tear someone apart and she just wasn’t sure if she should start with Thor or Steve.

“Natasha,” Thor soothed. “We did what we thought was best…”

“You thought wrong!” Natasha shouted.

Bucky moved to her quickly. “Don’t worry, Tasha. It’s Clint. We’ll get him back.”

You just stood there in silence. All the worst thoughts you had had while they had been gone had come true and you felt like you’d been hit by a truck. You wanted to say something you just weren’t sure whether that thing was to get angry like Natasha was, comfort her and tell her it would be okay, or just break down and cry.

“Let’s go in,” Steve said. “We have a lot to talk about and we need to make plans for a rescue mission.”

Everyone started to move in the direction of the main building and you went to move after them. As you took a step, the world started to spin around you and turn on its head. As everything turned black you heard someone scream your name.

There was a beeping. It was incessant and annoying and you wished it would stop, but you couldn’t quite seem to be able to open your eyes to see where it was coming from.

Wherever you were, it smelled like antiseptic, and it was too cold. Your throat hurt, and your mouth was dry and you were panicked but you didn’t know why. Someone said your name and you snapped your head into their direction and pried your eyes open. Your eyelids felt heavy and you only managed to keep them open long enough to see Jake, one of the doctors from the medbay.

“Dorogáya?”

Natasha’s voice sounded panicked and terrified. You turned in the direction that it came from and forced your eyes open again. You were crying and you didn’t know why, but Natasha sat beside you with a wild look in her eyes.

“Nat?” You said, your voice hoarse and gravelly. “What happened?”

“You fainted,” Jake answered. “Landed pretty heavily. Your powers seem to be impeded…”

Panic rushed through you and you tried to sit up. Jake and one of the nurses held you back down as you thrashed under them. “The baby? Is she okay? Natasha?”

“Shh… it’s okay. The baby’s okay,” Jake soothed. “You need to relax.”

“She’s okay?” You said, laying back down and putting your hands on your stomach.

“Yes, at the moment,” he said. “But… you fainted and you landed badly. Your powers seemed to have helped you and the baby, but not as much as they usually seem to. Your blood pressure is very high which shouldn’t be happening. We think that’s why you fainted. Your body is also not fighting the cannula, which it always does, we normally have to keep moving it, just to stop your skin healing around the thing. Have you taken anything? Eaten anything unusual?”

You shook your head. Things were still fuzzy and picking through your memories was like walking through a fog. You couldn’t remember eating anything unusual. You’d been with Natasha all day.

“Try to remember,” Jake said. “If we can’t get to the bottom of this we might have to just get that baby out.”

You started crying again and looked at Natasha. “It’s too early. Nat… Nat… Clint’s not…”

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Clint was missing. Possibly dead. The machines around you started beeping louder and an alarm began to sound. “What are we going to do about Clint?” You babbled, completely ignoring the frantic way the medical staff was moving around you. “Nat, Nat… we have to go and get him back.”

“You can’t do anything, dorogáya,” Natasha soothed, though her voice was shaking slightly. “My darling, calm down.”

There was a pinch in your arm like something bit you and you looked over to see something being injected into your arm. The mental fog you were suffering from deepened and you sunk back into bed as your muscles all seemed to relax. The machines all calmed down again and you closed your eyes.

“What happened? What did you do to her?” Natasha snapped.

“Agent Romanoff, you need to calm down,” Jake said. “It was a sedative. It’s safe for both her and the baby. Because of her powers, it’s really hard to say what exactly is going on right now, but given that her blood pressure has shot up at the mention of Agent Barton, and the original incident happened when Captain Rogers and Thor returned without him, I’m going to assume this is an extreme stress reaction.”

“Nat,” you mumbled, shaking your head slowly from side to side. “We have to get him. He’s gotta be a dad.”

“I know. But I can’t leave you,” she said, pain dripping from her voice.

“I’ll go,” you tried to push yourself up, but Jake easily pushed you back down.

“If you can’t lie still, I’m going to strap you down,” he warned.

“Is that really necessary?” Natasha snapped.

“I don’t think you understand how dire this is, Agent Romanoff,” Jake warned. “She’s not quite thirty-five weeks yet. If we can’t keep her blood pressure down we’re going to have to do an emergency c-section. Do you think that’s even possible given her power? Because I don’t.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks even with the sedative making you so disconnected from your emotions. “I’m sorry, Nat.”

She dabbed at your forehead with a cool compress and kissed your cheek. “I’ll figure it out, dorogáya. We’ll get Clint back and the baby is going to be fine.”

It was hard to tell under the influence of the sedative but Natasha sounded panicked and you forced your eyes open again to look at her. “Nat… Nat… he might need me.”

“Of course he does,” she whispered. “But you need to relax and take care of his daughter. I’ll get him… I don’t want to leave you, but if I can just…”

“I’ll go.”

You lifted your head and looked over to where the familiar voice had come from. You were much more out of it than you thought because it took a moment for your eyes to adjust and for the realization that Kate was standing in the doorway.

“Did Steve tell you to go?” Natasha asked.

“I volunteered,” Kate said. “Think about it, Natasha. I know him better than anyone, except maybe you two. I know how he thinks. I know his moves. I’m the best person to do it. Wanda’s coming too. Cap and Thor as well so we can pick up the trail.”

Natasha shook her head. “Katie, I think I should…”

“No, Nat,” Kate said firmly. “You stay here and look after your girlfriend and your daughter. I’ll get him back.”

She turned on her heel and marched out of the room without waiting for a reply. Natasha watched the space where Kate had been standing for a little while, looking like she was lost in thought. Her brows were knitted together and she was frowning slightly.

She snapped out of it quickly and turned her attention back to you. “Okay, dorogáya,” she soothed. “You heard Katie, you rest up. She’s bringing Clint home.”

You nodded and curled into her, letting her hold you as the sedative pulled you down into sleep while you wept by her side.

// NEXT

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To Your Hands : Fanfic - Star Trek TOS (Gen)

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Prompt# 14 - Aches and Pains

Summary: Jim Kirk rescues himself from a hostage situation, of course, but he doesn't do it unscathed. His friends want to catch him even if he refuses to fall.

2 Parts: Bones and Spock

Bones

They had been taken after a pitched battle in the transporter-shielded Hall of Commerce, Kirk and five junior officers from security, and one aide from the Federation Ambassador's party. They had been held three nights and well into the fourth day before Kirk led their escape into an absolute deluge. There had been so much communications interference, natural and man-made, Spock never should have beamed them aboard, not from a planet of shapeshifters, but something had made him certain of their identities, and they'd avoided imminent capture for the familiar corridors of the Enterprise. With a thousand things to do, Kirk hadn't been the most cooperative patient until Bones had nearly shouted him down in front of the main ward in Sickbay. He'd gone with what grace he could still find after that. Kirk would have admitted only if asked twice that he did feel better once he let himself change into soft, dry sweats and the nurses put warm re-hydrating fluid into his arm. But then, it took Bones about seven seconds to be back over once that was set up, so he didn’t get to enjoy the simple pleasure of it for long. McCoy was a healer, though, a real doctor when he had a real patient. Once Kirk stopped resisting he slowed down, his grumbles softening, his voice finding a quieter, deeper register that radiated authority and safety in a way that affected even someone as familiar with him as Jim Kirk. The doctor went over Kirk with his big, warm hands after he stopped whirring at him with the scanner. He was careful, and thorough. Everything hurt, either when touched or when moved, but those hands left bruises and strains feeling not only cataloged but better somehow as McCoy passed gently over them. Kirk started yawning, though, as McCoy moved over him again, this time with a protoplaser. He made himself go up on his elbows as McCoy reached his shins, and that was the end of the idyll. “You just lie right back down there and go to sleep," McCoy snapped. "All the other hostages are in for a night of observation, and it won’t hurt you for once.” Kirk just yawned again and smiled at him to prompt a suspicious look, because getting Bones annoyed early over nothing in particular was always good tactics. “Oh, I plan on being asleep, soon. I do have some things that have to be done first, though. And-“ "You are not-" Without pause, Kirk repeated himself, enunciating over McCoy’s objection, “And. It will be done sooner if you cooperate. Send Rand and Johann in here, and Sumani. “ He stretched a little and squirmed. “And another couple of pillows, so I can recline in state.” “Back still bothering you?” McCoy asked, small whirring scanner immediately back in his hand. "You never let me spend enough time with the protoplaser when you have deep bruising like this. You must still be sore all over." “Yes," Kirk said dryly. "Every thing I own is bothering me, doctor.” He huffed a laugh, dismissing it. “I am tired, and I've been told sleeping on stone floors is not good for me. But unless you plan on running one of those things over every inch of me at every depth, I think I'll just have to sleep it off.” No, sleeping on cold stone floors was not good for him, McCoy thought, or good for his aching body. Neither was three nights in clammy damp, or an hour getting soaked through during their escape, or the slight fever Kirk was running from the cold he was definitely coming down with. McCoy huffed back at him, frustrated. He would be laughed at if he suggested Kirk spend some time in one of the hot spa baths, and that was really the only prescription he had at the moment, for all his training. He couldn't give any of the hostages much in the way of pharmaceutical pain relief, not after their captors had drugged them so extensively. And Kirk was right, damnit -- he would end up resting more quickly if McCoy let him work unhindered for a little while. The doctor stiffly left the room, but he did grudgingly call the Captain’s yeoman and left her to manage the rest of it. He forbid her from giving Kirk the fresh uniform she turned up

with, but decided to look the other way on the coffee. It took less than an hour after that for Kirk to fight himself free, of the fires in his command and the solicitude of the nurses. He had a lot on his plate in about ten hours, but being involved with a planet with deeply held taboos about actions taken in the night hours, and sitting in geosynchronous orbit above its capital, had its advantages. Caught up and feeling human again, Kirk leaned against McCoy’s office door to wave his way out, but McCoy peremptorily pointed at a seat while finishing a consult with M’Benga. Finally McCoy sat behind his desk and pulled a bottle and two glasses from the cabinet behind him. Kirk took the rich brown liquid he was being offered and breathed deeply over his first sip, settling gingerly back in the hard chair. “Oh, that’s good,” he said, then set it neatly back on the desk to turn his head and sneeze lightly, twice, into the crook of his arm. McCoy tch’ed at him and tossed him a box of sickbay ‘tissues’. “I should have made you a hot toddie, if you’re going to start that. I should put you back on the biobed. ” Jim gave another of his wry, dismissive laughs at that, but his voice was probably more serious than he meant it to be. "You can't confine me for the common cold, Bones, and you can't treat it anyway." "Can't cure it. You've already had a shot to make sure you're not contagious, and one to shorten the duration. There's another one that will help stop inflammation in your sinuses and your chest, but that one makes you sleepy, so you only get that when you're actually leaving." "Which is at the bottom of this glass," Kirk told him. "And yes, I'm actually going to bed." He hesitated, and looked into his drink before taking another sip, then, "They are all going to be all right, Bones?" "Yes," McCoy said simply. "The ambassador's aide--" Kirk held up a finger and raised his voice slightly. "Ambassador Goddard, join us, please." The man had been loitering in the corridor, half eavesdropping and half nervous about disturbing them. He was there for an update on his aide, who was doing well physically but would probably need some trauma counseling. After earlier arguing on the Bridge that the Captain's party not be beamed aboard, citing security risks, Goddard did not feel he should linger around any of the officers at the moment. He drank off his whiskey like a good diplomat and was leaving as quickly as he'd come, but paused to watch when the Captain started to stand also and was pinned back into his chair by a vigorously pointed finger. "You, you wait until called for." Kirk wobbled his head in apparent amusement and eased back down. He saw Goddard watching him and grinned. "Never cross a CMO during a multiple casualty event, ambassador. Rule number three of Captaining a starship." Goddard was a beat slow, but training kicked in and he obligingly asked what the first two rules were. He couldn't believe how lightly Kirk seemed to be taking the whole situation, even his own abduction. He couldn't imagine how to talk to the man about his legitimate concerns, but agreed to join a debriefing at 0800. Kirk was 'called for' minutes later by the formidable First Officer, which made Goddard wish he hadn't dawdled. Spock arrived just as Kirk was saying something about his aide's fortitude during the escape, and Spock apparently took that to mean the ambassador was grilling Kirk. "Surely, gentleman, there is nothing about the hostages' escape or confinement that can't wait until the 0800 debriefing." His voice was even, his face was mild, and Goddard felt a wall of solid dislike hit him like a burst of steam. Vulcans were only touch-telepaths, that couldn't be a real energy he was feeling, but he exercised the better part of valor, made his goodnights, and fled anyway. He caught a glimpse of Kirk glancing after him with a look of surprise as he went. "What did he do?" Kirk asked, sliding to the edge of the chair in preparation to stand as McCoy returned and went to get the hypo on his desk. "I cannot imagine what you

mean, Captain," Spock said evenly, then offered his arm to help Kirk up. He didn't need the help -- he was sore and achy, not impaired -- but he bit down on his pride and accepted it, just to get himself on his feet. Spock needed to feel like he was doing something, too, however small the gestures. McCoy glared at them both and gave Jim the shot in the shoulder. "That's going to be a little sore, sorry, but it'll keep your cold from becoming a misery. Now you just have to get him to bed before he starts tipping over," he addressed Spock. Anger flashed and was forcibly cooled in Kirk's mind. On a normal day the two of them thought he needed a keeper, but this wasn't a normal day, and he had no right to the familiar annoyance. He'd been lost to them for almost ninety hours this time. As his friends, they had a right to manage him a little. He'd keep allowing it. Tonight.

Spock

As he and Spock walked down the corridor, Spock still in possession of his arm, Kirk began to be glad he'd been so high-minded about the whole thing, because he was definitely beginning to sway. In the turbolift he said, "McCoy wasn't kidding about that shot," just as he sneezed and his knees tried to give. Spock moved to catch him more firmly, but Kirk waved him off. "I'm all right. I only have to get to my quarters." His cabin was cozy with two in it, if luxurious for a Starship – he patted Spock away by catching hold of the screen divider and clinging. “Shower first, then bed. Despite McCoy’s solicitous comments, I will actually be all right from here.” He smiled and waved Spock back toward the door. Spock gave ground, but only to the other side of the desk. His expression was determined, yes, but mostly… unimpressed. Kirk surmised he must look about like he felt. Spock could always see through him, anyway. Before he could even plead his case, Spock said calmly, “I am aware that the only active attack on your health at the moment is from a simple cold, which is not a serious affliction. However, the depth of your exhaustion makes any further impairment concerning, and I will not feel I have complied with the Doctor’s orders until I have seen you to proper rest.” Kirk gave him a bit of a side-eye. “You’re going to stay here until I fall asleep, whether I like it or not?” “Might I suggest you allow my assistance in certain matters, strictly for the sake of expediency?” God, he was so, damn, tired. And he had spent three nights as a captive, the better part of four days slightly ill and soundly beaten and responsible for crew and civilian lives despite his helplessness to secure even his own. He had managed to get them all to safety, but he was. He was so tired, and there was a gentleness waiting in Spock’s hands if he would just give in, the expression of feelings his Vulcan friend could never express any other way. And he trusted Spock, didn't he? Spock could take the watch, he could take the burden, for a little while. When his knees wobbled this time Spock caught him and carefully peeled him off the divider to sit him on his bed. A quick hand ran through the hair of his bowed head, a gesture they would both deny. Spock helped him out of everything he could get off while sitting, then went to make sure the water shower was a good temperature. Kirk got a look when he toddled into the bathroom unassisted and naked, but Spock merely reeled him in with one long arm and made sure he was steady in the shower before turning his back to give him privacy. Kirk woke up enough to realize he really was out of it enough to be worrying the Vulcan, and regretted it. No words could fix the situation, either. Spock didn't need reassurances. He just needed to see Jim cared for and at rest. He turned his face up into the hot water and groaned with pleasure. That didn't sound like such a bad idea at the moment, at that. He washed quickly but let himself soak slowly. The steam-filled stall and hot water pouring over him reached into him, soaking out the cold of the day and easing the bone-deep ache from the creeping chill of three days in the cellars. When he shut off the spigot he still felt exhausted, he still felt slightly sick, he still ached all over, but it didn’t feel like it could take him to the floor, now, none of it. His muscles felt looser and his joints less stiff -- maybe he could actually sleep. He set the cubicle to hot air cycle, which was almost as nice as the hot water had been, as targeted forced air wicked the water from skin and hair, until some inner threshold was quite suddenly crossed and he found himself caught in a flash of over-heated ill-feeling and sudden dizziness. He shut off the dryer and cracked the door. Thankfully, the relatively cool air in the small bathroom cleared his head again. The patiently-waiting blue-clad back finally turned to offer him a towel and a promise of steadiness if he couldn’t find it himself. Kirk smiled a little, appreciative and too tired not to be warm about it,

gave his hair one last good towel and went to find sleep pants and a shirt, and an over-shirt. He made it to the over-shirt before sleepy dizziness sent him to sit on the side of his bed with the warm garment in his lap. He took a long breath, curled in on himself and shuddered, once. He let his eyes stay closed for a moment, just a moment, to clear his head and steady his breath, before straightening out very slowly. For Captain Kirk, this level of pain was a blessed relief. For exhausted, depleted, off-guard Jim who just wanted desperately to sleep it was almost more than he could handle. “Captain,” Spock said very quietly from right behind him. A gentle hand touched between his shoulders. "Jim. Allow me to help you, so you may rest.” He put his hands on Kirk’s shoulders and dug carefully into muscle with his long fingers, thumbs tracing downward in mirror arcs. “Let me help.” Spock was capable of spectacularly effective back-rubs, the kind of shock-and-awe attacks that annihilated knot after knot efficiently and then gentled it just enough before moving on. That was not what he was offering now. No painful return to function. This was an offer for comfort. Kirk’s head immediately dropped forward in pure animal desire for release from pain. “You’re needed –“ the protest was less than half-hearted. “I’ll be contacted if I’m needed, Captain. We’re in a unique position, with the Ariz’ strict adherence to daylight-only activity. We have a minimum of ten point two hours before we may expect movement from those in the capital.” Just the tips of Spock’s fingers dug in all across his back, and Kirk arched his back and tried to remember what he was saying. He mostly wanted to groan, already.

Kirk closed his eyes and gave himself up to the shoulder rub, at least, almost falling asleep within perhaps a minute before he woke himself with a light sneeze and decided to give in completely. He shifted, and Spock did most of the work in pulling back the covers and settling Jim full length on his front, hugging a pillow. Jim murmured something he knew would have embarrassed them both if they'd been face to face, but he was utterly giving his body into Spock’s hands now. God, so much strength in those hands, to be so careful with him. Jim had been trying not to be too vocal in his appreciation but he couldn’t repress a long, quiet noise as something at the base of his neck - that had been tied directly into a pounding in his temple for the last two days - let go all at once. The momentary pinch of pain in the muscle was skillfully rubbed out. He was drifting toward sleep, and closing his eyes again seemed like the natural next step. Spock had him, and the ship, and he could sleep for awhile. The occasional sharp kneading ceased. Now Spock was applying just enough pressure to keep him wanting to groan, all over him in turns, and Kirk could feel pain he’d become so accustomed to he barely noticed it rise into consciousness just long enough to be soothed away. Oh, Spock was good at this. Finally, the long-fingered hands came to rest on his near forearm, just above his hand. Spock pushed Kirk's hair back from his face and asked quietly, "Are you awake enough to eat something off your meal card? The doctor did say you should take nourishment. Then you can rest." He found one of the tissues in time to sneeze into it as he rallied on autopilot, “I refuse to accept chicken noodle soup as a prescription.” Spock ran a hand through his hair again as he stood up, plausible deniability in that it made it easier to see his face, then folded his hands behind himself and looked down on Kirk, who made some effort to look awake. He couldn’t seem to care enough to succeed under Spock's carefully stoic expression -- Jim could feel the warmth and fondness radiating out of it, in the little quirk at the corner of Spock’s lips and in the soft brown of his eyes. "Yes, Captain. Something warming, though," he hmm'd. "You've done enough for tonight, Spock." Kirk smiled at him, warm, god, how could cool Vulcan skin have gifted him with such a sense of positive warmth? "I can synthesize my own cup of soup. If I can move at all." Kirk smiled and gave a low groan as he stretched himself to feet on the floor and himself more or less sitting up. "Captain --" Spock demurred. "The doctor did insist on this." So he let Spock synthesize him a cup of soup without too much grumbling -- Vulcan aureg, thank you, not chicken noodle. And Spock did more or less end up putting Jim to bed, when he couldn't seem to coordinate his limbs anymore -- exhaustion, release of stress, sleep deprivation, ha! Jim was blaming it on McCoy's injection. The lights dimmed and he could feel Spock sitting on the side of the bed. After a moment he felt a cool hand pass through his hair again, rest for a moment at the nape of his neck, then Spock rose quietly from the bed and walked away. The moment after that, Jim was asleep. End

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Longitudinalwaveme Reviews Some More Old Comics (and One New One), Part 3

Batman #353, “Last Laugh”

The Joker walks into his hideout at the abandoned Tatch Hotel, where his goons are gambling. He promptly kills one of them by snakebite for disrespecting him.

Batman scares a corrupt city council member into revealing that the doctored photos that “revealed” Batman as a crime boss came from real crime boss Rupert Thorne. Apparently, Thorne ensured that Reeves would lose the election...meaning that he wanted Hamilton Hill to be mayor for some reason.

Also, Gordon is currently not the Commissioner---someone named Commissioner Pauling is, and Batman suspects both he and the new mayor are corrupt.

The next day, as Bruce Wayne, he accompanies Vicki Vale to the destruction of Gotham Central Station. Apparently, Vicki was witness to an interaction between Rupert Thorne and Morton Monroe that culminated in the latter’s suicide.

The computer being used to manage the explosions that will preserve the landmark while still clearing space for new development malfunctions has been stolen...by the Joker!

Because Batman and the new police commissioner are on the outs, Batman hadn’t known about the Joker’s escape from Arkham, and he’s not happy about that. He does, however, quickly work out that the Joker has bought some land in the Palisades under the pseudonym of Mr. Harlan Quinn. (No...seriously!)

Batman heads to the location in question...only to be caught off-guard by the Joker, who shoots a drugged arrow at him. When he wakes up, he’s tied to some rocks and surrounded by dynamite.

Joker is upset that Gotham is constructing a statue for a Broadway star and not for him, so he’s going to use the dynamite and the computer he stole to create a monument of himself (and kill Batman).

Batman manages to break free and jams the computer signal by way of a device he brought with him for that purpose.

The story is then interrupted for a weird He-Man comic! Hi there, He-Man, Teela, Man-at-Arms, Battle Cat, Sorceress, Mer-man, Beast Man, and Skeletor! And, uh, Superman, too, I guess! Why not?

I can honestly say I did not expect this Batman comic to contain a Superman/Masters of the Universe crossover where Superman fought Skeletor.

And now back to Batman, who’s fighting Joker’s goons. While this is going on, the Joker shoots at Batman while his back is turned-only for the explosions to go off. It temporarily creates Joker’s memorial of himself, but it lasts for only a few seconds before collapsing. The issue ends with Joker frowning and Batman smiling in a really unsettling manner.

The issue also has a backup story, starring Robin and Batman, the latter of whom is undercover as Matches Malone. They work together to defeat some con-men, and Dick uses an inflatable suit to dress up as Batman. It’s pretty amusing.

Batman #355, “Never Scratch a Cat”

Why does Catwoman own what appears to be a pet panther?

Apparently, she’s not happy abut the fact that Vicky Vale is also romantically interested in Bruce Wayne. We then cut to the latter two on a date.

Their date is suddenly interrupted when Catwoman uses her car to send their car off a cliff and into a river. She immediately regrets it and dives into the water after them to save them.

Bruce fights her off and makes it to the surface with Vicki himself. Two days later, she wakes up in the hospital.

The police have been staking out Selina’s house, but so far, there hasn’t been any sign of her.

That night, Batman leaves to track down Catwoman, telling Dick not to come with him as Robin. They have a fairly heartwarming conversation, and then Batman zooms off, leaving Dick and Alfred worried about how angry he seems.

Batman breaks into Selina’s house...and is promptly attacked by her pet panther. They fight, and he defeats the panther. He then discovers that Selina hasn’t been home for at least 2 days.

Batman looks through her bills and discovers that she’s rented an apartment somewhere.

Ex-Commissioner Gordon talks politics with Mayor Hamilton Hill. There’s a petition to remove the latter from his position, since he’s connected to Thorne and Thorne was arrested for murdering his own appointee for police commissioner. Also, Hill makes him commissioner again.

Batman tracks Catwoman to her new apartment and the two fight, verbally and physically. Eventually, though, they make up and hug each other. It’s kind of weird, but I guess it works.

Flash #324, “The Slayer and the Slain”

The Reverse-Flash is dead! But the real horror of this issue isn’t that he’s dead or that he died attempting to murder Fiona Webb...it’s the fact that this issue will kick off the Trial of the Flash arc; otherwise known as the Arc That Never Ends!

Some really weird nurse tells a baby the story of her favorite soap opera...only to lose her grip on the carriage, which goes hurtling towards a pane of glass! Kid Flash manages to save the baby, but not the glass.

Kid Flash then rushes to what he believes will be the wedding of his uncle to Fiona Webb, changing into a tuxedo along the way.

Unfortunately, when Wally arrives at the church, there’s no sign of Barry. Dexter Miles, Barry’s friend Mack Nathan, Mack’s son Troy, and Ralph Dibney, the Elongated Man, are at the church, though, as are Barry’s parents and Fiona herself.

Before Barry’s first name was Bartholomew, it was Barrence. No, seriously.

Fiona is naturally very upset, believing Barry stood her up at the alter. Henry Allen is less than sympathetic. “Nora and I aren’t ready to give up on our boy just yet, Fiona. And if you really love him...you’re not about to either!” Way to guilt-trip her, Henry. No wonder Barry got along better with Roscoe-pretending-to-be-you than he did with you.

Barry and the Reverse-Flash have a fight/race around the world, Eobard yelling about how mad he is about Barry trapping him at the end of time for four years.

Officer Frye and Frank Curtis are also at the wedding.

Apparently the Guardians of the Universe stopped Wally from helping Barry fight Eobard for some reason. Okay...

Eobard, being Eobard, makes a giant ice sculpture of Iris in the Himalayas just so he can troll Barry. Then they fight some more as all the wedding guests wonder where the bridegroom is.

While the two are fighting/racing, Eobard creates a big wave at Miami Beach, which Barry has to stop to rescue some swimmers from.

Captain Frye is starting to believe that Barry’s been murdered.

Eobard and Barry end up in Cape Carneval and take a rocket into outer space. After they return to Earth, Eobard taunts Barry by writing “Guess who’s going to kill your wife again” in the sand. This naturally makes Barry very, very unhappy.

Equally unhappy is Fiona, who is now completely convinced she’s been stood up and is leaving the church.

The wedding photographer pops up over thirty-five minutes after the wedding is supposed to start; conveniently already filming with his camera.

Eobard runs towards Fiona, murder on his mind...only for Barry to grab him from behind by the neck as he shouts “NO! Not again!”

Barry tries to comfort Fiona to no avail as Frye discovers that Eobard is dead.

And on that grim note, the issue ends.

Batman #362, “When Riddled By the Riddler...”

Why was Riddler working at a winery? Is it just because one of the processes involved in making wine is called riddling it? Whatever the reason, the appearance of a film crew at the winery apparently gives Riddler an idea for his next crime spree.

Batman is summoned to police headquarters, where Harvey Bullock is arguing with Commissoner Gordon. Apparently, Bullock’s working with Mayor Hill, and the Riddler has been sending Gordon puzzle boxes.

This puzzle box prompts Bullock to ask about the Riddler, which in turn prompts Gordon to tell Bullock and the reader about the Riddler’s M.O. and backstory.

When he finishes the story, Batman finally arrives and kicks Bullock out. He and Gordon proceed to try to solve Riddler’s latest riddle as Bullock eavesdrops on them both from outside the door. The riddle seems to point in the direction of the Mother Goose Amusement Park, but Batman tells Gordon to keep thinking of other possible meanings just in case.

Bullock plans to outwit Gordon, Batman, and the Riddler, showing an impressive degree of self-confidence (or self-delusion).

Batman goes to the park and is promptly ambushed by a machine-gun wielding Riddler.

Then they fight, Riddler escapes, and Batman learns that the amusement park has been closed all season, so it would have no money around to steal.

Gordon, Bullock, and Batman reconvene to do some Bat Deducting in order to figure out the Riddler’s real plan. Because Batman’s true superpower is his ability to understand the insane ways in which the Riddler uses riddles to plot his crimes.

Apparently, Riddler is going to steal the loot of a game show being filmed in Paradise Theater. The show in question is called “Enigma”, which is a terrible name for a show filmed in Gotham. It’s beggining the Riddler to show up.

The Riddler actually wears a suit in this issue! That’s unusual for Riddler at this point, and it looks really good. Of course, he immediately takes it off a few panels later, but still.

Apparently, the game show consists of getting contestants to answer riddles and...seriously, who decided it was a good idea to film this in Gotham?

Then the Riddler pops himself out of the riddle drum used in the game show. It’s hilarious. He steals the money and walks out the door, gloating.

Batman then appears and starts chasing Riddler, who hijacks a bus. Batman follows him and uses gas to force the bus to stop.

Then Batman literally kicks him off the bus and captures him.

The issue ends with Bullock deciding to drop the charges he’s managed to get raised against Gordon (after Gordon uses a riddle to threaten him). Hill is not happy about this.

Batman #373, “The Frequency of Fear”

The issue opens with Jason Todd having a freaky nightmare about his parents’ deaths (since this is pre-Crisis, the deaths happened at the hands of Killer Croc).

A really stupid psychologist wants to meet Jonathan Crane so that he can analyze the effects of fear on the human mind. Unfortunately for him, Crane has been released from Arkham, because everyone in Gotham is stupid. Even the stupid psychologist thinks so!

Meanwhile, a couple of people at Gotham University wonder if they really did see the Scarecrow heading for the old Marston House where Crane once lived.

Julia Pennyworth, Alfred’s daughter, asks Vicki Vale for a position at Picture News (is this different than the Picture News where Iris West-Allen works?) Vicki is opposed to the idea until Julia insists she’s not interested in Bruce Wayne.

Apparently, in an earlier issue a number of Batman’s Rogues dragged Scarecrow around while he was mostly incapacitated by fear. He’s not happy about the fact that they did this and is plotting revenge against all of them.

A guard at the courthouse demands to know why he’s there. In response, Scarecrow uses a skull to emit his fear frequency, and the guard predictably starts hallucinating. He then continues to use the frequency to get the location of the lock-up. He’s then lead the the solitary cell of the Joker.....and then Batman shows up.

Scarecrow proceeds to use the fear frequency on both him and on Robin, when the latter shows up. Batman manages to fight off the worst of it, but when Jason chases the Scarecrow out of the building and onto the rope Scarecrow was using to escape, the frequency overcomes him, he loses his balance, and he starts falling.

Batman manages to rescue him, though.

On an unrelated note, Child Services are worried about the fact that Jason keeps falling asleep in class.

Gordon and Bullock go out for dinner and have a little chat; Mayor Hill hires a hit out on Bullock.

Meanwhile, Batman tells Crane’s backstory to Robin, who suggests that Crane might be hanging out at his old house. Batman dismisses this, which is unfortunate, since Crane is, in fact, hanging out there.

Crane is reading his psychology textbook to his little skull head. The man is really weird. I’ll also note that his textbook does actually contain a few words I’m not familiar with, which is impressive.

Crane then determines that he’ll have to get rid of Batman first if he wants to kill off all the other villains, and goes out to do just that.

Commissioner Gordon calls in Batman and Robin and tells them that the Scarecrow is attacking a zoo. Batman tells Robin to go home; he thinks the case is too dangerous for Jason.

Batman goes to the zoo, and is increasingly affected by fear. When he reaches the crocodile pit, the fear is so overwhelming that he loses his balance and starts to fall in.

Meanwhile, Jason has disobeyed orders and gone to Crane’s old house. The Scarecrow promptly attacks him as Batman falls into the crocodile exhibit....and the issue ends on a cliffhanger. Ooof.

Flash 2021 Annual

SPOILERS!

Man, Wally West makes the weirdest faces in this confessional.

Barry, Ollie, and Mr. Terrific talk technobabble.

Good news! It turns out Wally’s not a murderer anymore! HURRAH!

Roy is alive again! YAY!

Barry and Ollie are also making weird faces.

Ollie really wants to save Roy from the speed force explosion that will kill everybody at Sanctuary, but Barry says there’s nothing they can do. Ollie doesn’t like this explanation.

Also, Barry’s powers suddenly start fading.

Wally makes another weird face as he and Roy talk.

Hey, Savitar’s back! And looking a lot more attractive than the last time I saw him.

Turns out that he’s been causing all the weird problems with the Speed Force in this arc. It’s appropriate for him, I think.

Roy and Wally team up to fight Savitar, who goes on a villainous monologue about how he’s going to eat the speed force so he can become it.

There’s some more technobabble about the Speed Force. Apparently, if they don’t cause the explosion that kills everyone at Sanctuary, Savitar’s plan to eat the Speed Force will destroy the Omniverse.

Roy ends up setting up the necessary explosion to save the Omniverse. Good work, Roy!

Aww, Roy and all the heroes are dead again....:(

Oh, well. At least Wally still isn’t a murderer now.

Wally and Savitar arrive in the present, Wally decides to continue being the Flash, he and Savitar have a fight/race, Wally wins, and Savitar disappears.

After Wally takes a nap, he and Barry have a cute talk, and Barry gives poor Ollie, who’s been through a lot, a hug.

Wally goes home and reunites with his family. HURRAH!!!!

Heat Wave’s going to be in the next arc. It’ll be interesting to see how that goes.

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What about a Keigo x female reader where she’s a pro-hero. But she cant help but compare to her boyfriend cause he’s so amazing as a hero (and #2 for crying out loud). Once Keigo finds out it’s just cuddles and reassurance? (Lowkey might be self-reflecting. I just need serotonin)

a/n: No need to feel bad about self-reflecting anon, I got to indulge in my love for Hawks while writing this too. I really hope it turned out the way you hoped!

A Great Hero (Hawks x Female!ProHero!Reader)

“What a day,” you mumble to the EMT who was checking you over for any serious injuries. You were currently sitting in the back of an ambulance as police officers, fire fighters, and other pro heroes secured the area. You knew you were absolutely fine, but it was protocol for pro heroes to get looked at by a medical professional after any serious incident.

The serious incident in this case was a grease fire that had grown out of control in a small family restaurant in a district you’d just so happened to be patrolling. Most of the staff and customers that had been inside had made it out by the time you’d arrived, except for a young father and his baby daughter who’d gotten trapped in the bathroom located behind the kitchen. Your quirk couldn’t help much against the fire, but as a search and rescue hero you’d made sure to design a tough hero costume that could endure extreme conditions to a certain extent. Without a second thought you’d rushed into the burning building and retrieved the civilians trapped inside.

“Everything looks to be just fine,” the EMT finally finishes his checklist by signing the slip at the bottom and handing you the paperwork. “You might have a cough for a few days, but I think your mask protected you from most of the smoke.”

“Thanks,” you say appreciatively before heading back to your agency to change and fill out an incident report. It didn’t take too long, so after getting a few pats on the back from your fellow heroes you headed home to get some rest.

Once you’re cozy on the couch, you flip on your television to see if there was anything on the news about the fire or the people you’d saved. The father and daughter had been taken to a hospital pretty quickly, and you hoped you’d been able to get them out of the fire before too much damage had been done. There wasn’t any coverage of your rescue though. Instead, all the news stations were in a frenzy over a villain attack that had occurred in the city earlier in the day. The man responsible for swooping in and eliminating the threat had been none other than your boyfriend, Keigo Takami, also known as the winged hero Hawks. He ranked number two in the entire country and it was easy to see why as you watched the recorded video of his fight. A newscaster on the side of the screen reported that there had been a bit of property damage, but thankfully no civilian injuries or casualties. The screen then cut to a different reporter who had interviewed Hawks right after he’d successfully apprehended the villain.

The video was from a few hours ago, but you were relieved to see that he looked completely unharmed as he dazzled the interviewer with his handsome smile and charismatic personality. There was a crowd of fans behind him shouting words of love and encouragement as well. He really was an amazing hero. His quirk, fierce wings, was so versatile and allowed him to adapt to all sorts of different situations. He had speed, mobility, stealth, and unbelievable multitasking ability thanks to the telepathic control he had over each feather that made up his beautiful red wings. It was no wonder the media chose to give him its full attention. His magnificence didn’t end with his quirk either. He was also one of the most dedicated and selfless heroes you’d ever met. Even though he was basically a celebrity at this point, you knew his only concern was saving lives and keeping bad people off the streets. The fame meant nothing to him, making him all the more appealing.

It was an honor to be Keigo’s girlfriend, but living in his shadow did get to you sometimes. On days like today, you wished your quirk was more flashy and exciting like his. You weren’t the type of person who needed to be in the spotlight all the time, but it would be nice for people to notice once in a while that, even if you hadn’t had an action packed battle with a scary villain, you’d still put your life on the line when you’d gone into that burning building. Being out with Keigo in public often led to awkward situations for you as well. People would recognize him instantly and ask for autographs and photos without giving you a second glance. You were happy for him and his success, but you couldn’t help the little voice in your head that expressed doubt over your worth as a hero when you compared yourself to him. A knock on your door pulls you from your musings, and you know it’s your boyfriend just by the pattern of his knocking and the sound of rustling feathers.

“Come in!” you call out to him. You get off the couch to greet him even though he had his own key so he could let himself in. He walks in with a bag full of take-out which you take from him so he can shrug out of his jacket.

“Hey, I didn’t know you…” Your sentence is cut off abruptly when your boyfriend cups your face in his hands and plants a tender kiss on your mouth.

“You’re amazing,” he says with a huge grin. You look into his golden eyes, your confusion making you speechless.

“What?” You let out a small laugh, not understanding where all this was suddenly coming from.

“You know I get notifications on my phone whenever your hero name is mentioned. I heard about the fire today,” he explains while taking you hand into his and pulling you back into your living room. “You’re okay though, right?” he asks while taking the food out of your hands and setting it on the coffee table. “Let me look at you.”

“Keigo,” another laugh slips from your lips as he starts running his hands up and down your arms, examining you for nonexistent injuries. “I’m fine. I have a doctor’s note and everything.”

“Hmm,” he hums while pulling you into a hug and nuzzling his face into your shoulder, the facial hair on his chin tickling your neck. “I have to make sure though, you know?” He finally lets you go and turns to the food he’d brought over, “you hungry?”

“Yeah,” you reach for the bag, curious about what was inside since it smelled so delicious, but Keigo stops you.

“Nope,” he smiles while pointing to the couch. “You just rest.” He sends a bunch of his feathers towards your kitchen and they come back with plates, napkins, and utensils. He waits until you plop down on the couch before digging into the containers which had food from your favorite restaurant inside. Your heart swelled as you watched him make a plate for both of you. He was always so thoughtful.

“What about you though? Are you okay?” You ask as he hands you your plate, “I saw that fight you had today.” Keigo waves off your concern as he sits down next to you and pulls a blanket over the both of you.

“Yeah, I took down a bad guy,” he admits as he snuggles closer to you and plants a kiss on your cheek. “But you saved two innocent lives! Babe, that’s incredible!” He gives you a second kiss before sending a feather to retrieve the remote. “What should we watch?”

“You can pick,” you tell him, feeling overwhelmed by the praise and affection. All your doubts from before seemed silly now. If someone as amazing as your boyfriend thought you were a great hero, what other affirmation did you need? You really were lucky to have such a loving and supportive partner. You snuggle up closer to him and start digging into your food.

#Keigo Takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #keigo takami #hawks #bnha #mha #writing requests #Cindy's Writing

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fuzzydreamobservation · 3 years

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Never Forget -Batfam x MHA!MALE!CHILD reader

Summery: M/N (eri’s little brother) made a accident in the training course, which makes overhaul throw him into a strange pit. sending M/n away into a another universe.

A couple of changes : Eri wasn’t abandoned nor did she kill her dad or something, in my AU Overhaul killed both Eri’s parents in-front of her.

( i might make a part 2 if i can)

meanings:

AU : alternative universe

M/N : Male name

E/C : Eye colour

H/C : Hair colour

MUM/N : Mum name

D/N: Dad name

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From yards away, a massive explosion was heard, screaming and panic coming from left to right; the little boy was frightened as figures were running towards him. “M/N” Eri Shouted. M/N looked straight to his sisters eyes but slowly began to see Overhaul's evil face as the darkness vanished, M/N stood back with tears rolling down his face as he realised his mistake. Overhaul caught up with the boy and seized M/N’s arm, Eri started sobbing and trying to catch up to her brother. but one of the nurses dragged her away back to their room.

Overhaul guided M/N to a small space with a metallic coated pit surrounding the edges with red diamonds, the area was navy blue with markings on the walls. The scent of the pit was unpleasant and foreign, M/N bit his lip wondering why Overhaul brought him here. Suddenly, Overhaul lifted M/N and threw him into the pit, M/N screamed as the poisonous sources burned his skin.

His pure white hair was dyed H/C and as E/C began to take over, his once stunning naive red eyes slowly began to fade away, M/n screamed to his beloved sister, but she didn't come. With Overhaul’s smirking face being the last thing he saw, M/N’s whole body went completely under the pit and that very day M/N died from his universe.

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Gotham City, 12:40 PM 8th December.2014

With blood spilling out, M/N woke up coughing, his E/C eyes scanning the area where he woke up. It was a rainy day with the wind flowing through the hair of the little boy, M/N trembling as the cold eventually reached his pale skin. Unlike his older sister, M/N heard strange honking movements and some sort of beast that chirped about, M/N never really had the opportunity to go to the outside world.

People walked by the boy not even looking at him once, M/n stood up struggling because of the previous injections he had obtained at his nightmare of a house from the cruel doctor's place. He walked around the area wanting to speak to people, but nothing came out. Due to M/n not speaking very often, his voice was rusty and low. Citizens weirdly gazed at him, forcing M/n away from them, assuming that he was homeless. Which he has become.

all of a sudden alarms began going off, M/N turned around and saw three men dressed in all black in a huge building with the words'BANK 'on it before he could go ask another individual. People around M/N started to cry, and anxiety spread. One of the mysterious men rushed towards M/N and pulled M/N into the bank,M/N was puzzled but mostly in agony as the man pulled tight to where one of M/n's bandages were.

Police cars stationed with weapons in their possession at the front of the bank, M/N was attached firmly to a chair, making him bleed a little from previous cuts and treatments. The police were hollering at the men to let M/n go, however in exchange, the guys needed something. It was a disaster, everyone was worried for poor M/n who every time they hollered something he didn't really understand and became more confused.

"Let the child go" M/n had swore that he'd seen one of the police officers roll their eyes in envy, the three men froze in horror and briefly started coughing out of shock as five figures came out of nowhere.

The three men began firing at the five figures that had already begun battling them back before M/n could say something again.

Within M/n, the gunshots triggered something that the vibrations were recognizable, but he couldn't position it until someone began to cry in the audience for help. Ultimately, it started to dawn on M/n. The very same way his parents died, MUM/N and D/n, he recalled that night as though it was a children's song for overhaul. their parents refused to give away their children, which later had angered Overhaul. In front of a four-year-old Eri as well as a two-year-old M/n, Overhaul shot their parents, Eri ran to their mother and father and embraced them for the last time although blood emerged on Eri's white jacket. There stood the young M/n with his lips twitching. People came out of the black vans, and Eri was forced into one of vans, while M/n was brought to some other van. As all the vehicles began driving off into the hide-out, Overhaul entered his car.

As the flashbacks flooded in, M/n shook his head, looked back up saw that the men were being arrested and led away. He was approached by one of the mysterious bat-looking men, as well as a detective-looking man. "Hello, I'm commissioner Gordon.what is your name, kid?” asked Gordon. M/n tumbled over his vocabulary and tried to grasp how it sounded native to M/n, but he figured Gordon was wondering what his name was. "M/n..my name is M/n" said M/n.

“M/n..no last name,kid?” Gordon questioned M/n, M/n shook his head and bit his lips quietly. Gordon and the bat-looking man looked at each other before nodding.

"Hey kid, We'll send you to the hospital okay? a few people would like to see you" Gordon said sincerely, M/n saw several nurses rushing up to him. as the nurses caught up they took M/n’s hand and directed him to the ambulance, but only a few saw M/n wince as the nurses contacted his body. As it reminded him of all those nurses back at home, M/n did not like the embraces so much but M/n understood and sat on the floor silently.

They guided M/n to a private room when they eventually made it to the hospital. Nursing staff had ensured that m/n was relaxed enough for the room so that before the visitors arrived, the small child would be at least tidy. The white room was examined by M/n; it was loaded with childish decorations. The soft sheets which was spread on a mattress were touched from M/n. Five familair individuals went inside the room before M/n could investigate even more. Finally, M/n knew who it was, and this was the five heroes who rescued him.

"hello, I'm Bruce wayne and these are my children." The man introduced, M/n looked down. "I'm Dick Grayson" "jason todd" "Timothy or Tim drake" "tch, Damian Wayne" M/n nodded slowly, having looked at everybody, hoping they knew who he was. Although M/n was only four, he understood that in his existence, these individual people will eventually become a significant influence.

When the space was quiet again, M/n had never felt more comfortable than he was now in his lifespan. M/n began to play with his hands. Though he wondered what was happening to Eri back home, he did miss his sister, even though everything was definitely coming into focus. Jason asked, "Where are your parents, M/n?" Dick slapped his forearm like an angry mother.Jason frowned and mumbled only at dick, 'I'm just asking man' Prior to staring out the window, M/n glanced at Jason for just a couple of seconds.

He breathed, "..dead.." M/n bit his lip and felt tiny tears tumble down his pained expression. While he was smaller, he never really thought about it that much however the term mother and father became foreign to him gradually, M/n didn't want the episodes to return back. The family stared at M/n, Bruce looked down at his hands, then looked back up at M/n. "how do you feel if I raised you?" Bruce unexpectedly asked, and everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"that'd be nice" M/n responded, and Bruce grinned and nodded at the little child in front of him. M/n looked at the other boys who, with the exception of Damian, all looked enthusiastic. The family soon departed M/n’s room.M/n glanced out the door and smiled once again with tears running down his cheeks. As he had always dreamed of he was finally going to be welcomed into a family. He was going to have brothers, and he was going to have a real family, and he was going to have people to protect him no matter what.

M/n was obviously going to be able to discover what it meant to love someone, what it meant to understand somebody else. M/n began lying on his bed and having a look at the walls. “Hey Eri, I know you can't hear me, but I'm expecting to be able to have family once more. P-people have become so pleasant here but if I get a-a-adopted? Yes adopted, then I'm going to be able to see the outer universe. But I'm still not trying to forget you all right? So don't forget me Eri!, The next time we talk, I'll only bring you presents! Dozens of them all right?. A number of them. I'm going to try to make you proud this year, I guarantee you, sis, Your not just a sister. Your a hero, goddess and dream, I loooooooove you sister"

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Gotham city 1:20 PM 20th April 2020

'Damian?! Do you know where Titus managed to pick up my shoes again?' exclaimed a 10-year-old boy, Damian grunted, and turned to the kitchen. "Titus went that way, M/n" M/n nodded and dashed to the kitchen. M/n peaked under the table as he arrived in the kitchen and saw an enormous black dog chewing his shoes. M/n gasped loudly and decided to stand up, constantly ruining his mood with Titus. "Good afternoon Master Wayne" Alfred chuckled, M/n simply smiled before grabbing his beloved blueberry waffles .

"Master Wayne, remember you have ballet lessons at 5. We don't really want you to skip another lesson." Alfred reminded, M/n nodded as he stuffed his face with waffles. shortly after Jason came into the kitchen and stole M/n's waffles, M/n growled at Jason and turned around only to witness Titus eating the majority of the waffles.

"I HATE BOTH OF YOU!" M/n yelled angrily, Jason laughed but soon stopped as Damian started chasing him.

As he saw Jason being chased around, M/n smirked hoping for amusement. Since you were Damian's closest brother, it always comes in very handy. Then Bruce came in with his suit, today Bruce finally caught a break from his business, but then had to contend with some meeting with yet another business. "hey M/n, Having a good time?" Bruce asked the male next to him, M/n nodded and then dashed to his bedroom with no other words.

M/n set down on his mattress and shut his eyes when M/n made it to his room. "Hey Eri, It has been a couple of weeks since i've spoken to you. How's it been? I hope you got away from Overhaul, My family still don't know about our world or my history before they raised me. I'm planning to tell them soon though, Hope you haven't missed me kidding, Uhm..Goodnight or good morning dork. Loving you."

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“Love you too, M/n. I always can hear you," a female voice muttered, Eri smiled and then continued cuddle with Kota Izumi her boyfriend. " farewell M/n, I'll never forget you" Eri stated once more before falling asleep once more.

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Hey Hope you enjoyed !

#mha #batfamxchildreader batfam eri AU crossover

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half-bakedboy · 3 years

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when it matters most (read on ao3)

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: Teen Summary: Firefighters carried 60 pounds around while they were working. It kept them safe and assisted them in saving the lives of others. Bobby stood across from him with sternness in his stare and his voice and told Buck that all of the emotional weight each person who entered the station carried was to be left at the doors of the firehouse, no exceptions even for a punk like Buck.

Buck had stopped leaving that baggage at the door the minute he fell in love with his partner.

Contains spoilers from Season 4 Episode 13: Suspicion and from the promos of Season 4 Episode 14: Survivors.

On his first day—or what he considered his first real day—as a firefighter, Buck rescued a baby from a pipe. It wasn’t how he expected to spend the day, but that was why he signed up for the job. He loved not knowing what sort of call he would arrive at next and reveled in the feeling of saving person after person who couldn’t save themselves. He had a minute-old infant cradled in his arms and the rush it gave him was everything he had searched for since he was a child. He sprinted down the stairs, holding her in his steady arms until they got to the hospital where he placed her delicately on the miniature hospital bed made just for her, cradling her head so that it wouldn’t jostle any more than it already had.

Bobby stopped him with a hand around his bicep before he could follow the pediatric nurses whose job it was to continue saving the baby’s life inside. He reminded Buck that he had done his job very well—so far—and that it was their turn now, gesturing through the doors as if through them held another world. Buck looked wistfully past them but nodded, marking in his mind exactly where his job stopped; at the doors of the hospital.

Buck never told Bobby that he called for an update after his shift.

Buck had taken his uniform off, ready to leave the day behind him, when an ambulance from the 145 zoomed past him on the freeway. His mind strayed to the way that tiny infant felt like feathers in his arms and the instant spike of his own heartbeat when he heard hers chime through the monitor. He dialed up Cedar’s Hospital and was lucky enough to be put through to the social worker who had seen both the baby and her mother. His captain had said that they’d be lucky to even find out if that baby would make it and that it wouldn’t be possible to follow up on every patient he brought through those doors, but it sounded more like a challenge than a piece of advice to Buck’s ears. So he charmed her, as he had the tendency to do with most women, and she let him know that the mom—a child herself—had named her Milena.

That name stuck in his head every single shift he had with the one-eighteen. That day was the first and only time Buck felt the urge to pass through the threshold Bobby had warned him against. That was the separation of work and home that he needed to survive each day. He knew he had the ability to call up the hospital and gather information if he really needed it, but once those doors slid shut, Buck left that call behind and only ever moved forward, ready for whatever he would face next.

He hated that he froze when it mattered most.

One minute, he was reminding Eddie how lucky the kid he had saved was to have him and trying to convince himself to finally admit out loud that Buck was luckier to have him. The next, a gunshot. One gunshot was all it took for all of Buck’s years of crisis training to retreat to the back of his mind because that shot went right through Eddie, staining Buck’s skin with his blood. He only unfroze when Captain Mehta tackled him to the ground and he watched Eddie’s eyes flutter closed from underneath the firetruck.

It was like a flash from then on. He and Mehta had somehow gotten Eddie into the rig, away from the gunshots that continued to fire erratically with no discernible target and Buck had broken at least three ribs with the ferocity in which he kept his best friend’s heart beating. He was the only one who could keep Eddie alive. At that moment, he couldn’t be Evan Buckley, a guy who was in love with his best friend and too much of a coward to tell him, who hid behind his uniform and didn’t believe even the people he called his family when they told him he wasn’t worthless.

At that moment, he was Firefighter Buckley who had saved countless lives starting from that infant he rescued from the most ridiculous of scenarios. He was Medic Buckley who knew he had to keep pressure on the gaping hole in Eddie’s shoulder unless his hands were needed to restart his heart. Then when Eddie muttered his nickname, his uninjured arm reached up to grasp onto the bloodied collar of his shirt, he was just Buck. He was a man watching the love of his life lose the light in his eyes minute by minute, screaming for the driver to somehow get to them to real help faster.

He felt the truck stutter to a stop and the door next to him flew open, a crowd of nurses and doctors waiting with a hospital bed that had been made up just for Eddie. A firetruck wasn’t made for that kind of transportation so Buck hopped out and assisted the best he could, the blood on his hands tarnishing Eddie’s once military-neat uniform even further. Buck cradled Eddie’s head on its way down so it didn’t jostle as the hospital staff straightened him out on the bed. Buck followed along until the doors slid open and the wheels passed that invisible threshold.

Buck hated that he froze again.

Bobby’s words echoed through his mind; “We did our jobs very well today, so far. Now it's their turn. There's nothing more we can do.”

Athena’s shouts were louder; “You're gonna get someone killed. The next time you screw up, it'll be your last.”

On the same day Buck had saved Milena and realized what it truly meant to be a firefighter, Bobby asked Buck how much the kit that kept them alive weighed. Buck, always an encyclopedia of random facts, answered him. They carried 60 pounds around while they were working. It kept them safe and assisted them in saving the lives of others. Bobby stood across from him with sternness in his stare and his voice and told Buck that all of the emotional weight each person who entered the station carried was to be left at the doors of the firehouse, no exceptions even for a punk like Buck.

Buck had stopped leaving that baggage at the door the minute he fell in love with his partner.

Bobby had said, “All that stuff weighs you down, it slows you down, and if we lose a couple seconds, people die.” He let the weight of his emotions for Eddie cloud his mind the second that gunshot rang out and he could barely react fast enough to pull Eddie to safety once it registered. Even when he was out of the line of fire, he couldn’t bring himself to walk past the sliding doors he had conditioned himself from crossing. That made it real and Buck wasn’t sure he could handle real.

It wasn’t until a hand rested on his shoulder that he realized he wasn’t alone. He didn’t say a thing as he turned into Bobby’s arms like they were the only solace in the world. He barely registered Hen and Chimney standing behind him, features filled with sorrow as they stared down at the bloodied rags that were discarded on the ground when they were replaced with hospital grade bandages. He fell into Bobby and forced himself to breathe so that he wouldn’t let his emotion get the better of him again.

On his first day—or what he considered his first real day—as a firefighter, Buck rescued Milena from a pipe.

Today, Buck tried to rescue the man he was in love with and he could only hope he did enough.

#buddie #911 on fox #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #introspection #this isnt gonna be everyones cup of tea #but im dealing with my own trauma tyvm #asl;dkfjla;skdfj;lasd #my writing

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wildlittlefoxsworld · 4 years

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Hey! I saw you were thirsty for Andy requests and I was wondering if you could do one were reader is possible Merrick’s sibling and they are there when Merrick meets with Copley and they don’t want Merrick hurting people so they head out to try and help the gang? I hope that makes sense and reader falls in love with Andy?

Rescue Mission | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Merrick!Reader

A/N: I liked to write this, and at the end there's a little Andy x reader bonding ;)

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You were the COO of your brothers pharmacy company and worked for him since you graduated from college. Your brother and you had never a good relationship, but you were still family and you took the job to make him a favor. He wanted the best person and you were the best.

You were sitting in the car on the way back from the conference with your brother and Dr. Meta Kozak. But a man named James Copley, a former CIA agent, accompanied you and showed Steven a video that catched his interest.

Steven gave the tablet to Dr. Kozak and you watched it with her. “Is that real?” you asked shocked and your eyes widened.

“Yes, as real as all of us,” Copley responded seriously.

“Get them all. I want them,” Steven demanded and Copled nodded sharply.

“What do you want with them? What does this mean?” you interrupted him angirly.

“They're immortal, sister. And I want to discover their secret, well, Dr. Kozak will and with the knowlegde we could save thousands of life. You will make sure everything runs smoothly and we make profit as soon as possible.”

You gulped when he observed you strictly and you nodded in understanding.

“That will change the world, sister,” Steven added pleased and winked at you.

Suddenly you felt very nauseous and rolled the car window down to get fresh air.

You couldn't believe that your brother wanted to experiment with humans. Innocent humans that would suffer, because of Steven's greed for profit and power in the pharmacy industry.

You didn't agree with his plans and you needed something to do.

“When will they arrive?” you tried to sound professional and looked at Steven and Copley.

“If everything works like planned we will have them here tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” you confirmed and watched the video a second time. You wouldn't let your brother and his team hurt them.

The next morning they brought two men with chained hands in front of their bodies in the private suite that you shared with your brother.

“Welcome gentlemen,” Steven exclaimed and started to explain the men why they were here. The arabic man banged Steven's head with his and Steven attacked him with a paper knife afterwards.

“Steven! Are you insane?” you yelled, but no one paid intention to you, because all watched the man healing and Dr. Kozak mumbled something about the noble price. You shook your head in disbelief and you heard your brother said that he won't ask for any permission. After the events of the last few minutes you realized that there wasn't any moral or compassion inside of your brother or Dr. Kozak.

After the men were numbed and carried in the laboratory, you took deep breaths to calm your racing pulse.

“Sister, watch your tone. I was very patient with you, one more and you're no longer part of this project or company anymore.”

“You're a monster, Steven. Watch out that someone won't stab you with a paper knife some day,” you snapped at him and your voice was filled with disgust and hate.

Steven blinked a few times and looked stunned.

“If you excuse me, I need to work,” you spoke firmly and walked out before he could respond.

You found only the two men strapped down with their torso bare in the laboratory.

Dr. Kozak was no where to see and you approached the sleeping men carefully. You admitted that they were very handsome, despite they were covered in blood. Well, you didn't really have a plan how you could help them, but first they needed to be awake.

“Can you hear me?” you asked quietly and touched the shoulder of the arabic man with the beard.

“Come on, wake up,” you said louder, but he stayed unconscious.

“Don't touch him,” a voice behind you mumbled and you flinched. You glanced at the other man and smiled a little.

“Alright, you're awake, listen to me. I know you see in me enemy and all, but we have no time for this and need to be quick before anyone gets a clue what is going on. I'm sure you're advanced in fighting, because there are many guards outside and if you're capable of disarming them, then you could find a way out of here. I will make your straps off now,” you explained your plan and the man watched you suspicious. Well, of course, he was confused, but you didn't wait for an answer and reached for the straps.

In the next moment the door of the lab was pushed open with a bang and you stopped in your tracks.

“Miss Merrick, I instruct you to step away from the test subjects and put your hands behind your head,” the aimed guard shouted.

You needed to handle fast and unstrapped the man, but you couldn't turn around to his friend, because pain exploded in your back when a bullet hit you there.

Your breath hitched and you broke down on the floor. You were sure the bullet injured your ribs and your lungs, because every try to breath hurt and it felt like you couldn't fill your lungs with air. There was preasure in your chest and your sight got blurry.

You heard Dr. Kozak yelling something, but then everything went dark.

You felt something pulling you out of your unconsciousness and you heard muffled voices. You couldn't remember what happened, but you knew that your body hurt so much when you breathed and you braced yourself for the pain when you inhaled the much needed air. But there wasn't any pain and you took a few more breaths.

You realized you laid on your back and there was a thin white linen over your face, you panicked and pulled the fabric down with your hands. In the process you sat up and looked at five persons that starred shocked at you.

“What the fuck happened?” you cursed and your head spunned for a second.

“You were shot and then you died, we saw it,” one of the persons told you and you recognized him as the man you freed from the straps.

“Am I still dead? No, I'm not, because you can't die and… well, I lose the thread,” you responded and you climbed off the table you had laid on. You looked down on your body, there was a lot of blood and you only wore your skirt and a black bra.

“Why am I almost naked?” you asked dumfounded.

“The doctor tried to save your life, but she failed,” the man explained further.

There were three men and two women. One of the men was blonde and pulled off his leather-jacket to give it to you. “Thank you,” you said relieved and put it on, it was too big, but at least you were covered.

“Seems we got another one,” the arabic man deadpanned and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Welcome to the team,” the brunette woman acknowledged and handed you a gun. “You can handle a this thing?”

“Well, my daddy loved guns and we spend many days on the shooting stand. At least I never miss my target.”

“Well, these are humans…,” the italien man started to explain, but you snorted and loaded the gun.

“I like hunting, and this… it's familiar.” You nodded certainly to show you were determined to fight.

“Let's go,” the brunette woman ordered and you followed them outside the laboratory.

“Y/N,” your brother whispered confused and shocked. “You are alive?”

“Surprise.”

The way to the suite was sustained and you shot so many men you had lost counting. Now your brother pointed a gun on Andy, the brunette woman, and hold an axe in his other hand.

“That's interesting. I should tell you that I odered to shoot you if you wouldn't obey. Well, doesn't matter, I'll shoot her and at least I got one victory out of this…”

You laughed short. “I live, but you'll die today and you won't come back, so you could never hurt anyone of us again.”

“Hey, Nile,” Andy muttered. “You think he speaks russian?”

Then everything went very fast and Nile jumped out of the broken window with your brother. You looked down on the street. “Rest in hell, asshole.”

Andy gave you a side glance and a slight smile.

“You're a very tough and brave. You're a good shooter and on your fighting skills we will work,” she praised you and you felt flattered. A little blush was spreading on your cheeks and you smiled back. You had to admit you felt attracted to her.

A few days later you were with your friends and sort of family somewhere in a unknown cottage in the woods.

You learned that Andy was mortal now and Nicky and Joe were absolute most adorable couple you ever met. The blonde man named Booker was exiled, because he betrayed the group when he helped Copley to kidnap his family members, so your brother could experiment on them.

And you were the new immortal ‘baby’ in the group, well, Nile and you.

“Are you alright?” Andy asked you when she found you sitting in the garden.

“I'm okay. Most of my questions are answered and I need to get used to the thought that I will live for a very long time. It's a bit scary,” you replied and shrugged sighing.

“It will get better.”

“I hope.”

“Can I ask you something?” Andy sounded suddenly nervous and you watched her worriedly.

“Of course,” you encouraged her.

“I know I'm mortal now and I don't have the best expectations for the future… but I would like getting to know you better. Is there any chance you want that too?”

“I don't care if you're mortal or not. I like you anyway and yes, I would like to know you better,” you answered smiling and took her hand in yours.

She smiled back and sat down on the bench beside you.

“I think I'm a little rosted to court someone. But what would you like to do?” Andy suggested.

“We can sit here and telling each other something about our lifes and we see what we both like to do.”

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