Hi! This is a creative dump for myself. I like to write but I dont do it often enough. I only write Marvel because I am grossly obsessed with the franchise. Masterlist is pinned cuz I cant figure out how to link it here :) MUCH LOVE S.S.
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Im working on putting out more content because I have numberous stories started but can never find the motivation to finsh them. But Im trying my best to start posting more and I hope that you enjoy them as much as I do!
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Updated 01/25/2023
Imposter Pt2 : Avengers x gn!/fem!Reader (platonic)
-When a new member joins, youre the outcast. But maybe she isn’t all she claims to be.
Dancing in the Rain: Avengers x fem!Reader (platonic)
-Just a rainy day that brings back memories.
The Quiet Storm: Avengers x fem!Reader (platonic), Bucky x Fem! Reader (platonic)
-The world seems to weigh on my shoulders and I hate it.
Young Love: Peter Parker x gn!Reader
-When an after school date is delayed, Tony Stark finds out about Peter’s love life.
Patchwork: Avengers x gn!Reader (platonic)
- When a mission takes a turn and you have to administer your own medical service. Will you get to the compound in time?
Don’t: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader (platonic)
-The effects of Endgame were tolling on everbody, how would you cope?
Mistaken Pt 2: Avengers x gn!Reader (platonic)
- Mistakes happen, and the only thought is to hide but it doesnt work quite as hoped
Sweats over Stilettos: Avengers x fem!Reader (platonic)
-A forgotten dinner and the need to dress to impress
After-Party Showdown: MCU Cast x fem!Reader (platonic)
-When a guy at the bar gets to handsy, you show him who’s boss
Interogation: Avengers x Fem!Reader (platonic)
-How would the Avengers react to your darker personality when trying to get answers
Battle: Avengers x gn!Reader (platonic)
-A run in with an Asset was uncalled for....
Without a Scratch: Avengers x gn!Reader (platonic)
- When someone elses mistake almost costs your life, how do you react?
Family Matters: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (romantic)
-A simple question about the future can be overwhelming when youre not sure how Bucky will respond
Oxygen: Avengers x gn! Reader (platonic)
-After mission RnR with a boost of oxygen and concerned Avengers, what could go wrong?
Welcome Home: Nick Fury x gn!Reader (platonic)
- Director Fury asks too much of you... What are you going to do?
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Warnings: None.
Word Count: 537
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A soft melody floated down the hallway of my apartment complex. It was calming until I realized it was coming from my apartment. I racked my brain to try and remember if I had left it on before leaving for work this morning, but I recall removing the record that I had been playing.
My heart beat skipped, my anxiety peaked as I flipped open the knife on my keychain. I quietly turned the doorknob, pushing it open after realizing it wasn't locked anymore. My instincts kicked in as I snuck into my own apartment, checking around corners, using the few reflective surfaces that lined my walls to hopefully spot the intruder.
Suddenly the music stopped, the needle scratching against the record.
“I don't mean to intrude, but I need your help.” the unmistakable voice of the one and only Nick Fury.
“God damn it Fury. You can't just call like a normal person?” I ask turning the corner to see him face to face. He looked almost the same, maybe a few more wrinkles and a new eyepatch.
“You’re a hard person to contact.” he stated.
“Well, I didn't go off grid to be found, did I?” I replied rhetorically. “But here you are. What do you need?”
“Assistance.” his face showed regret, knowing that he was asking too much.
“I told you when I left that I was done with the hero act. No more missions. Not after last time.” I insisted.
“Just one more.” he said again, “I know I'm asking for a lot-”
“Too much.” I interrupted.
“I understand that but this is a life or death situation.” he pleaded. Knowing Nick Fury, he doesn't plead very often.
“Isn't every mission a life or death situation?” I asked.
“Just one more time.” He bargained, “One last mission and if you decide that you don't want to be in this line of work I will respect that. But I am desperate here.”
His face showed regret and despite his promise I knew that there would be another desperate plea, another mission that held the world in the balance.
“I’m sorry Nick.” My eyes found the floor as they filled with tears. “I just can’t.” My heart was beating out of my chest. I knew I was letting him down but I couldn't bring myself to say yes.
“I understand. I'm sorry that I bothered you.” His voice was full of sorrow and disappointment. He walked towards the door to let himself out. “I hope you know that we are still here for you if you need anything.”
I only hummed in response, knowing that I wouldn't be able to form any words. The sound of the door shutting softly sent relief through my body. The guilt still hanging tightly to my shoulders, a tear slipped from the corner of my eye.
I swiped it away and took a deep breath to try and shake off the guilt. I turned and followed his footsteps to my door, locking it and slipping my shoes off. I returned to my kitchen and noticed something on my counter.
A burner flip phone sat there with a piece of paper underneath.
‘If you reconsider.’ he knew me too well.
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Hope you liked this quick little story. Let me know if I should continue the plot!
Hi friends. Ive obviously been super inconsistent about posting anything new here, mainly because I lack the motivation and sometimes time to do anything. But Im going to try to be better at posting some stuff because I have alot. SO thanks for being patient and I hope to give you guys some more reading material soon! Much love! S.S.
Anybody have any fic refs where the plot is like the reader has a crush on the MC and the MC is crushing on the reader but neither of them know and the reader sees people flirting with MC and then avoids contact until MC confronts reader??? I don’t know what to search….
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S.S.: Heya... its been a while. This is another fic kinda based on personal life stuff but I hope you like it still!
--Little back story, Ive got a congenital heart defect and if I push my self too far this is kind of what happens. :)
Warnings: mentions bruises and cuts, difficulty breathing, other than that its just fluff!
Word count:1,589
Y/F/M: your favorite movie
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“Alright! Good job team. Another success.” Tony celebrated walking through the helipad entrance of the compound.
“We still took a heavy hit out there tho.” Clint argued massaging his newly wrapped wrist.
“But we’re still alive,” Tony said turning and walking backwards, “I’d say that kinda evens out the bad.”
Clint rolled his eyes at Tony’s slightly faulty logic before the team entered into the common area of the building. Tony immediately took a seat at the bar pouring a drink while everyone else just stood for a minute.
“Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm tired and in dire need of a shower.” you broke the silence, catching their attention.
“I second that,” Nat agreed. “And then maybe some pizza and a movie.”
Various words of approval echoed in the common room.
“Man, I was thinking about throwing a banger of a party!” Tony whined, with a sly smirk, which was returned with cold stares from each of the members. “Jeez, I was kidding.” he mumbled into his glass.
“I’m gonna go shower. I suggest you boys do the same. It's starting to smell.” Nat teased as she made her way to the elevator. Protests and grumbles came from the men standing there.
“She’s not wrong.” you whispered under your breath as you followed her into the elevator.
“I heard that!” Steve yelled out as Clint threw a throw pillow (how ironic) towards the elevator door, hitting the metal before it reached you and Nat.
After a fit of giggling at the attempt, you both leaned against the walls of the elevator, opposite sides of each other, trying your best to filter out the images of the mission running through our heads.
“Hey, you alright?” her voice attracted your attention as you peaked open your closed eyes.
“Ya, I’m ok. I know that missions don't always end how we want but there's not much we can do.” you sent her a reassuring smile.
“I’m glad you realize that but I was asking more about how you're feeling. Your lips have a very subtle purple hue to them and you're just kinda pale.”
“Oh. I mean I don't feel completely awful. My chest kinda hurts but it's kind of a normal thing for me I guess. Maybe a little out of breath. And a headache.” as you continued to list off my symptoms it seemed more apparent, like the sudden lightheadedness, and the constricting feeling of taking in a breath.
“Do you need to go to the med bay?” She asked on full alert.
“No Nat. I'll be fine. It kinda comes with heart issues. I just need to rest.”
“You’re sure?” she looked at you sceptically, as if you would lie to a perfectly trained assassin who can pick up on any micromovement made.
“Positive.” As soon as you seemed to calm her down from her motherly attentiveness the elevator doors opened to our floor. You quickly gave her a smile and turned to my room while she turned towards hers.
As soon as you were in the safety of your room you striped your tactical gear, doing your best to keep an even breath as it began to feel like the material was constricting your body. With one last solid tug you freed yourself from the clothing leaving you only in underwear.
The reflection in the mirror wasn’t terrible… Maybe that was an understatement. Your lips did in fact have the not so lovely purple tinge to them, your skin looked almost as white as paper besides the bruises and cuts. The burning feeling in your chest and the headache just kind of added to the pain.
You shook off the slight shock at the reflection, turning on the shower before stripping and stepping under the steaming water, washing away the grim that had apparently become one with your skin.
Despite it being relaxing, the shower did little to help the chest pain that burned through your chest, nor the continuous feeling of not having enough air in your lungs. So as soon as you stepped out of the shower and back into the room you found the little oximeter device and placed it onto your finger waiting for a number to pop up on the small screen.
‘80% oxygen level’ Well that's not good.
“Mx., should I call for a medic to assist you?” Jarvis’ voice echoed through the room causing the number representing your heart rate to spike.
“Uh- no, no it's alright Jarvis. I’m fine, thank you.” you reassured the A.I., pulling the device from your finger.
“Very well.”
You pulled on an oversized shirt that just happened to have landed into your laundry one day and a pair of thin comfortable pants before moving to your closet.
“Man, I’m gonna regret this.” you opened the door revealing the several oxygen tanks hiding under the clothes that hung in your closet. They were there only for emergencies and no one else knew about them except Bruce, who you had sworn to secrecy which he thoroughly disagreed with.
You chose one of the half sized tanks and the shoulder bag that carried it, slinging it onto your back and adjusting the fit. You carefully wrapped the plastic cannula over your ears before taking the plastic wrench piece and opening the flow of the tank settling at a fairly quick air flow. Almost immediately you began to feel the benefits of the small amount of oxygen entering your lungs, breathing a sigh of relief.
You quickly slipped on your slippers before returning downstiar which you figured everyone had returned too by now. You followed the sound of voices and wrappers crinkling in the kitchen, walking into the group there intimately discussing the best type of popcorn. But as soon as Tony caught sight of you standing in the doorway the conversation halted.
“What's with the getup?” he motioned to you.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t know whose shirt it was, it was just in my clean laundry a few days ago.” you said, avoiding the obvious object in question. You looked up to see Nat giving me a pointed look and a deadpan from Tony.
“I meant the tube, and the backpack.”
“It's my new jetpack. You like it?” you smirked childishly at him as he rolled his eyes.
“Y/N. What's with the pack?” Steve commanded, obviously over the jokes.
“Sorry. I just needed a hit of oxygen. Nothing to get your undies in a twist.” you replied quietly. “What movie are we watching?” you asked, grabbing a slice of pizza from one of the various boxes that sat on the counter.
“Why do you need oxygen? Are you ill? Do you need new lungs?” Thor questioned passing over your previous one.
“Do you need your vitals checked?” Bruce suggested.
“How about we just take you to medical and have them look over you quick.” Clint suggested before stuffing the last of his pizza crust into his face.
“Stop!” you demanded, quieting the group. “I’m just fine. I checked my own vitals. I don't need new lungs and I'm not ill. I don't need medical treatment. What I need is just a relaxing night.” you stated.
“Are you sure? It wouldn't be a bad idea to-” Steve started before you cut him off.
“I'm sure. I’ve lived with this my whole life. I know what I need to do. Obviously if the out of breath feeling and the dizziness are constant then yes I’ll let one of you know that I need medical attention. Until then I just need some oxygen and RnR. Can we do that please?”
“Fine, for now. But if you still feel crappy after the movie you're going down to medical. No questions.” Tony compromised.
“Alright. I'll try not to faint on you guys until then.” you smiled, which immediately faded when no one laughed. “Im kidding.”
“Well, Miss Comedian, what movie are we watching?” Nat asked as she poured herself a glass of water.
“Y/F/M?” you offered, getting nods and sounds of approval. Steve's eyebrows crinked in confusion.
“What's that?”
“You’ll love it, capsicle. Covers everything from the last thousand years.” Tony smirked, grabbing a box of pizza and leaving the kitchen.
Steve glanced at you before looking at everyone else who just smiled and followed Tony. Eventually he got up and walked over to you.
“Hop on.” he said, crouching in front of you. So of course you followed orders, adjusting the tank on your back before climbing onto his.
“Man if I get service like this I should wear my oxygen tanks outside of my room more often.” you smile as he carries me to the living room.
“Wait? You’ve felt the need to wear oxygen before and you didn’t tell us?” his grip under my legs tightened a little.
“Oh wow, they already got the movie set up!” you said, trying to wiggle from his grasp.
“Y/N.”
“Yes, I have just because I know that this would've been the reaction. Im sorry. Next time I feel like this I’ll let you know.”
“Good.” with that he let you down, sitting next to you on the couch once youve settled down. You carefully maneuvered yourself so that your head laid in Steve's lap while your legs were across Thor while the movie played.
It was nice to be worried about every once in a while despite the overbearing motherly attitudes of most of the male teammates, but what can you do?
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S.S: Hope you liked it! Again I realize its kind of a case sensitive fic but I havent seen alot of fics with physically disabled characters. Thanks for reading!!
nothing feels as good as starting to read again when you haven't held a book in your hand for such a long time and now the setting sun is in your room and there's paper under your fingers and you feel so good about letting the words float into you again
I just saw a post on instagram about marvel inspired valentine’s day cards (happy belated valentine’s day btw) and my mind was like “hmmm i wonder what buckys would be.” Therefore I present Buckys Valentine saying:
S.S: Heyo, its been a while since posting a story so here you go! BE CAUTIOUS!!! This fic ca nbe ver ytrigger so read at your own risk! Thank you guys hope you all had a wonderful holiday season!
Warnings: !!TW!! cutting, depressive/sucidial thoughts, anxiety, bleeding, needles, MAJOR ANGST and some fluff
Word Count: 1,798
Again, please read at your own risk!! Thank you!!
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The events of Endgame had affected everybody. The loss of Tony, Nat, and Vision, the resignation of Cap, Thor off in space, and Bruce was somewhere in Europe helping develop cures for diseases, everything had changed. There were only a few who stayed around the reconstructed compound anymore. Those few including Bucky, Wanda, Sam, and me.
It was usually quiet, sometimes Pepper, Morgan, and Rhodes stopped by to see how things were going. Peter always came after school to see if we needed help on missions. T’challa and Shuri always checked in over the video call, same with many of our off-world allies. Valkyrie even checked in every once in a while, per Thor’s request when he couldn’t. It was nice, but nothing would ever be the same, and everyone knew that.
We each had our own ways of coping. The four of us that lived in the compound did our best not to bother each other. Bucky usually locked himself in his room, Sam went on runs, Wanda meditated and I blasted music so loud that I couldn’t hear my thoughts. It probably wasn’t the best way to cope but if it helped, it helped.
It was one of those days where memories flooded and tears fell without a second thought, so I plugged in my headphones and laid back in my bed getting lost in the bass vibrating in my eardrums. I watched the blades of my ceiling fan turn painfully slow while the urge to eat crept on me. I turned to my clock and realized that it was around noon and I hadn’t eaten since sometime yesterday. So I wiped the few stray tears away and managed to roll out of bed, feeling the cold wooden floor beneath my feet.
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S.S: Hello again! Another fic for you folks! This one was really based off myself and my persepectives for my future but I hope that you all like it.
Warnings: Slight panic attack, not much, mentions of children (is that a warning?) showering together but nothing sexual
Word Count: 1,636
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“Uncle Bucky!” Morgan’s sweet voice entered the room before she was in sight. The sound of her feet running against the linoleum of the compound echoed just as loudly.
I smiled at Bucky as he stood up to greet the little girl running towards him from the hallway, bracing himself for her hug.
“Hey there MiniMo. How's it going?” He asked as he knelt to her height watching her smile grow on her face as she bounced on her toes.
“Can we go to the park? Daddy said it was alright while he worked.” Morgan begged.
“You just got here Maguna. Take a chill pill.” Tony said as he finally showed up in the common room.
“But dad, it's so pretty outside!” She whined turning towards Tony.
“And it'll be just fine a little later too. You need breakfast first missy.” He smirked as he readjusted his sling. “Say Hi to Aunt Y/n/n too. She’s looking a little dejected.”
I smiled as Morgan enthusiastically waved at me with her toothy grin before turning back to Bucky.
Despite their differences, Tony and Bucky had created a peaceful relationship. Tony still had some precautions but after speculation he realized where he had been mistaken and had finally accepted Bucky’s profuse apologizes about Hydras doing. Though Tony was very protective over Morgan, especially after his snap, Morgan had been the one to really connect the two parties. She broke Bucky out of his shell even more, probably even helped him more than I had through Steves leaving.
Bucky was amazing with Morgan. He treated her as if she was his younger sister like in the 40’s with Becca. He had told me once that Morgan’s smile reminded him of her. Other than Tony he had become the most protective of the girl. It was adorable. He always offered to babysit if Tony and Pepper had business or just needed a night off and if there wasn't a mission that had to be done.
Tony pulled Morgan along to the kitchen and Bucky had rejoined me on the couch, watching me complete the sudoku puzzle I was working on. I could feel the nervous energy coming from him as if he wanted to say something.
“What’s on your mind Buck?” I asked, not looking away from my puzzle.
“Huh, oh. Just thinking that's all.”
“Want to indulge me? I can feel your anxiety radiating from you.” I teased him, turning to see his sweet face.
“Do you want kids?” he asked bluntly. My heart dropped to my stomach and the smile that was on my face had faded as soon as the words left his mouth. “I mean like after we get married or something. I know we've only been dating for like a year or so, but we've never talked about this.” he said his hands fiddling in his lap as he watched my reaction.
“I- uh. I- well ummm I-”
“Uncle Bucky! Lets go to the park! Please!! Daddy said it was alright now!” Morgan interrupted my flustered stuttering.
“Ok MiniMo. I'll be right there. Go put on your jacket.” He smiled as she skipped away back to the door. “I didn't mean to upset you. We can talk about it later. I’ll see you in a bit.” he said before kissing my head and following Morgan out the door.
I watched his retreating form with tears glazing my eyes. My vision shifted from the hallway to see Tony standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his arm crossed over his chest and a sympathetic look on his features.
“Need to talk about something? I don't have to be in the lab yet.” He offered, moving towards me.
“I- I- He’s gonna hate me.” I whispered.
“Why’s that?” he sat down next to me, his good arm slug around the back of the couch.
“He asked if I wanted kids, probably because he wants them but I don't. I can't. He’s gonna hate me.” I turned to Tony.
“Did he explicitly say that he wanted kids? That he wanted to start a family with you.”
“No but -”
“EH- stop. If he didnt straight up say he wanted kids then don't be so worried. He’s asking what you want in the future.” he said.
“But what if he wants a family. I can't give him that Tony. I can't give him what he had, what he might want.”
“And if he truly loves you it won't be a problem. He might want a family but there are other ways to have kids.”
“No Tony, you don't understand. I don't want to have children at all. I can't deal with the stress of raising someone. I don't want to have a child just to mess them up because I’m not mother material.”
“Pepper thought that for a while. She doubted her ability but now look, we've got this amazing daughter.”
“You're not listening to me. I'm not mother material. I'm a mercenary. Pepper is an executive Business woman. She knows what it's like to have a family, how a child should be raised. I have no idea what that's like. I didn't have that luxury, I wouldn't know where to start. She doubted herself for a moment in life, I on the other hand have known forever that I will never be good enough to be a mother, whether it was my own child or adopted. I'm not made for that life.” I argued, the pain settling in my chest.
“Come on Y/n/n, you can't seriously believe that.” Tony said.
“I 100% do. I was raised as a killer, not a lover. I don't nurture things. I manage to kill everything I touch in time.” I stated, “I'm gonna go shower. Good luck with your projects.” I said before walking out of the room.
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I closed the bedroom door behind me and tossed my sudoku book onto the unmade bed. I looked at the clock on the wall watching the hands move. I began pacing along the carpet lost in my thoughts. Bucky's face ingrained in my memory, the way his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, the lines creased on his forehead, the way his eyes flitted to mine after he asked the question of curiosity swimming within and a hopeful gleam.
Of course he would want a family. He grew up with a sister and a loving mother. And Steve was practically his brother. Why wouldn't he want a daughter or a son of his own. He loves Morgan and he loves spending time with her so of course he's pictured himself with his own children one day.
I ran a hand over my face trying to wipe away the worry. I pulled my shirt over my head dropping it onto the floor with my sweatpants before walking into the bathroom. I turned the water to the hottest setting possible watching the room fill with steam almost immediately.
The water cascaded around me, trailing off my fingertips and dripping from my hair. The cool tile of the floor underneath my huddled form wasn't noticeable with the steaming water hitting my back. My arms were wrapped around my legs as I sat on the floor of the shower, my head leaning against the wall reimagining the look that Bucky had given me. It had morphed to a pained look, one of disgust, of hatred.
“Hey Y/n? Everything alright? Tony said you needed to talk to me.” Bucky's voice broke me from my trance. I heard the bathroom door open and close behind him. He knocked against the tinted glass door to the shower. “Can I join you?”
“If you want to.” I said quietly, pulling myself off the floor as he got undressed and stepped in. His hands wrapped around my waist.
“What's going on doll?” HIs deep voice whispered as he left kisses on my shoulder.
“Maybe we should break up.” I said quietly. His grip loosened a little and his kisses stopped.
“What are you talking about?”
“I just don't want to hold you back from something you want.” I said.
“Is this about what I asked earlier? Because I didn't mean that we had to have kids now. I know that our lives are still kinda hectic. We can wait. I don't mind.” he said, his hands turning me to face him.
“I can't have kids. Even if I could I don’t want kids. And you obviously want a family. I can't give you that. I can't give you what you had growing up. I can't give you a loving family like you want.” tears were freely streaming down my cheeks.
“We don't need kids to have a loving family. I have you. That's enough for me.” he reassured, his hands cupping my face.
“But you want kids. I see how you act with Morgan. You adore her.” I said.
“I do adore her, but that doesnt mean I want kids. I adore you much more than risking losing you over wanting children. I'm fine without kids. We can have a dog instead.”
“But- I-”
“Stop. Listen to me closely; I don't need children to have a family with you. It can just be me and you. I don’t care just as long as I’m sharing my future with you.” he said gently but stern. “Now come on, let’s get out and go play with Morgan, ok?”
I simply nodded and followed his lead out of the shower. He took my towel and dried me off gently, finishing by placing a kiss on my lips.
“I love you, you know that.” he smiled tilting my chin up to meet his gaze.
“I love you too. I'm sorry.”
“There's nothing to apologize for, doll. Nothing at all.” he said with another smile before crushing me in a hug.
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S.S: Hope you like this! I saw a tiktok with Sebastian being amazing with kids and it was adorable but like at the same time I lowkey despise kids because they come from a special place in hell so this story came out. Anyways.... thanks fro reading!!
S.S.: Hello, heres another fic. I know Im very inconsistent with writing but Im working on it! Thanks to everyone who likes my posts I really appreciate it!! Hope you like this one!
Warnings: Car crash!!, police officers, medical staff, panic attacks... idk what else, let me know if I missed something!
Word Count: 1,834
* I know it says Avengers x Reader, but it only features Tony, Nat and Bucky.... :)
** Mx: gender neutral for Mrs., Miss, or Mr. jsut an fyi for anybody who doesnt know!
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There was a distant ringing in my ears. The sound of honking horns and brakes screeching to a stop and sirens seemed muffled. The sun seemed brighter than it had been. My body was buzzing with adrenaline and the feeling in my fingers was gone.There was debris amongst the road, pedestrians standing along the road or with one foot out of their car looking over their opened doors.
“Oh my god, are you alright?” a grey-haired woman stopped my wandering, her hands placed on my shoulders. Others stood next to her, barely within my vision through my helmet.
“I think so.” I mumbled, turning around to the wreck that I had just barely escaped with my life. My motorcycle laid in pieces off to the side of the intersection. The car that had run through the red light was wrecked, the front slightly crumpled from impact.
Police cars surround the area, immediately blocking off the road and encouraging pedestrians and drivers to detour. Emergency medical staff jumped from the ambulances, two coming towards where I stood with the older woman, and two to the man who looked unconscious in the front seat.
“Mx, my name is Alex Khan and this is my partner Trey Alpin. Do you know your name?” His voice was urgent and demanding, but not aggressive.
“My name is Y/f/n Y/l/n.” My voice wavered and shock began to overwhelm my senses. My hands grasped at my helmet, struggling to pull it off.
“Hold on, let me help you. We don't want to add insult to injury.” his partner insisted his hands hooking under my helmet and carefully pulling it off of my head.
“Alright Ms. Moon. Can you walk?” and despite it sounding like the dumbest question considering I was standing right in front of them, my knees gave out before giving them an answer. “We’ve got you.”
I turned to the older woman who still stood there with her hand covering her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you.” she replied with a simple nod and a reassuring smile before the two paramedics helped me to the back of one of the ambulances at the scene.
“Is the driver alright?” I asked after they sat me on the end of the truck, a shock blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
“Lets focus on you first then we’ll get an update on him for you.” Alex smiled.
Trey stood to the next to him jotting down notes, before setting it to the side as Alex moved to the other ambulance.
“Stare at my finger for me.” he said, holding his index finger in front of my face before shining a light into my eyes, checking for the pupil's reaction. “Good, no concussion.” He said with a reassuring smile.
He wrote it down amongst the other notes on the clipboard before turning back. “Do you mind taking off your gear so I can check for breaks or sprains?” I nodded quietly, shrugging off the shock blanket and tugging at the zipper of the leather jacket covering my top.
“Also do you have someone that you can call?” He asked, filling the silence as I winced pulling my arms from the sleeves.
“I do but my phone was in my bike’s hideaway compartment. So I highly doubt it's functional anymore.” I said, giving a small smile.
“No worries, you can borrow a phone from any of us after I check you over for injuries.”
His hands were cold compared to my burning skin as he ran them down my arms, moving my wrists careful of the road rash across my knuckles that wore through my gloves. “Does that hurt?” I shook my head no as he repeated the same motions on my other arm receiving the same response.
His hands moved to the back of my neck squeezing along the sides of my spine, eliciting a slight wince from me. “Did that hurt?”
“Just a little.”
“Sorry” he pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped to the side continuing down my back with one hand without any other trouble. “Just some slight whiplash, nothing major, just be cautious with activities.”
He moved back in front of me, his hands settling on my highest rib, slowly trailing down my sides before I grimaced at the gentle touch he was using. “Sorry” he muttered before continuing.
“So that might be a break or just a crack but you'll have to take a ride with us to get that x-rayed.”
“Uhm, can I actually make my call while you continue to check me over?” I asked quietly, my mind still a little muddled with the fact that I was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a fractured rib being my worst injury.
“Of course.” He pulled his phone from his uniform pocket, unlocking the screen and opening the keypad. “Here you go. I'm just going to run over your legs and then wrap your hands.” I only nod in confirmation as I begin typing in the number.
After a few rings, the line clicked. “Tony Stark who is this and why are you calling me?”
“Tony…” My voice cracked trying to hold back the tears that had begun to form in my eyes.
“Y/n/n? What happened? Friday get a read on the call.” he called to the A.I. frantically.
“I got into a wreck.” I said my voice wavering as tears threatened to spill over “Im at 42nd and 11th.”
“On it.” And with that the call ended, and the panic set in.
“Thanks. Can I get oxygen or something? I- I cant breath.” I say handing Trey his phone back, my hands shaking and my breathing become erratic.
“Yea, of course one second.” He agreed hopping into the truck grabbing a tank and mask, setting up and bringing it back to me. I held the mask over my nose doing my best to take calming breaths as he brought the blanket back over my shoulders.
Commotion amongst the street caused me to open my eyes back up to see Tony in his Ironman suit landing next to the street blocked signs. A black lamborghini pulled up behind him, Bucky and Nat stepping out. It was amusing to watch the police hold their hands out, trying to block the trio from entering into the restricted area, but with a flip of a badge from Nat and a scolding from Tony, they stepped aside.
The trio took a minute analyzing the damage, noting the obliterated bike that belonged to their second youngest Avenger. The plastic and metal spread across the street casting shadows from the flashing red and blue lights. The car that was stopped in the middle of the intersection with the hood crumpled.
“Oh my god, Y/n/n.” Nat was the first to wrap me carefully into a hug. “Are you ok? What happened?” Bucky and Tony stood behind her both with rage in their eyes.
“Some guy ran a red light. I’m ok.” I said casting my gaze to the other ambulance where it seemed that the driver was still unresponsive.
“The only points of concern are thier minor whiplash, the road burns and fractured ribs 5-7 on the left side. I suggest getting an xray to make sure they are only fractures and nothing more and a CT scan for any other internal injuries that I can't diagnose here. I would offer a ride to the hospital but I realize that you will have better medical technology at the Avengers Tower.” Trey listed, smiling at the three Avengers standing there.
“Thank you very much for taking care of her. Apply at Stark Industries, I’ll find a place for you on the medical staff.” Tony smiled.
“Let's get you home.” Bucky spoke quietly, and I agreed adamantly.
“They’ll have to report to one of the police officers before leaving the scene.” Trey reminded us as I grabbed my jacket and helmet.
“Thank you.” Nat said, helping me from my spot. “Can you walk?” I nodded. Setting down the oxygen and dropping the blanket from my shoulders. I gripped onto her hand and pushed against the ambulance bed with the other to get onto my feet.
I took a minute to find my balance, hanging onto Nat for support. Her arm was wrapped around my waist as she helped me walk over to one of the police officers.
“Are you the motorbike rider?”
“Yes sir.” I replied, releasing my grip on Nat, noting that Bucky and Stark were standing closely behind on guard.
“I just have some routine questions for you quickly.” I nodded my head and he began asking the questions.
After the officer finished his follow up he thanked me before Nat began to pull me away from the scene.
“Wait. I asked about the driver of the car. I haven't heard anything.” I stopped turning around to see paramedics surrounding the bed of the other ambulance.
“Honey, don't worry about him. Come on let's get you home.” Nat insisted. I pulled away from her grip stumbling slightly.
“Just because he ran a red light and hit me doesn't make him any less important. I just want to check to make sure he’ll recover.” I argued before making my way over to the commotion.
The paramedics and a few police officers were congregated near the end of the ambulance as I approached. I could hear the orders for medical equipment being called out as I grew closer.
“Excuse me.” I tapped on someone's shoulder.
“Y/n? Why are you still here?” Trey asked once he had turned to see me.
“I asked earlier about the driver. Will he make a recovery?” I asked peaking over his shoulder to watch paramedics lifting the stretcher into the back.
“He’ll make a full recovery. He'll be spending a few years in prison for this though. If you're worried about insurance coverage dont worry. Officers will get that sorted when he's responsive.” Trey explained.
“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I just wanted to make sure he’ll make a recovery. Thank you.” I smiled before turning back to the three Avengers waiting at the police barricade.
“Ready to go?” Bucky asked as I joined them. I simply nodded my head as Nat wrapped her arm around me again leading me to the car.
“Let’s go get you healed up. I heard Cho is working on something with broken bones. Maybe you can be a guinea pig!” Tony exclaimed with a smile.
“As intriguing as that sounds I doubt that I’m stable enough to endure whatever it may be.” I replied as I settled into the front seat of the car.
“Fair enough.” Tony smiled. “Im proud of you ya know. For that little thing you just did. For understanding that his life is still important.”
“I learned from the best.” I looked at the three of them, each having a proud smile across their face.
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S.S: Hope you all liked it!! Again dont be afraid to request. I also realize that alot of my fics seem to have a little (or lot) of angst. Ill try and make some more fluffy fics soon! Thanks for reading!
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