#blackwiddow

When Bruce opened the door there was something that made him nervous, the team in tow. It could have been a tincture of the wrong aroma, or the temperature being too cold - like a window had been opened in their absence. He wasn't sure, but he knows they’re in the right place. He looked back, Tony and Steve’s eyes looking at him – their eyes red from the fight and the tears flowing freely. Tony put off his face plate up and looked at Steve; without speaking any further, he put it down as Steve stood and threw his shield away, taking his place next to Tony.

 “Who’s there? Please.” You cried, feeling vulnerable as you tried taking off the restraints that was already cutting your wrists because of how tight your husband built it. “’Kael? What’s going on? Please. Get me out, get me out, get me out!” You whimpered, new set of tears flowing as you felt the throbbing of your head. Whatever Korvac injected in your bloodstream a few hours ago, was taking its effect just yet and you were starting to feel its adverse effects. You sat down, your restraints allowing you, as the long chains let you drag yourself in the corner of the massive room, the feeling of uneasiness and nausea crawling into you.

Bruce was the first to look at you, they were all hiding behind the tall divider inside your quarter; and hearing your voice made all of them weak to their knees. It was you. They’re finally here to save you yet you didn’t know you needed saving.

“Eve?It’s me.It’s us.” Clint couldn’t take it anymore; the waiting game was killing him just like the rest of them. You looked back at him with a hollowness and a lack of emotion or seeming recognition; You were cold and distant and nothing like the last time he had seen you. You were so different yet same. He couldn’t point it out, maybe it was your hair color- your hair was always been blonde, two shades lighter than Steve’s. You had waves that mimicked the ocean, but now you had perfect ebony colored ringlets piled on your head with a few soft spirals about your face. Your skin was back to it’s porcelain tone- just like when you were younger, or maybe even paler- very different with your tanned skin as you get more involved in the field work, five years ago, He couldn’t believe it. “Do you remember me? Us?” The fire in your eyes was now gone, lost in the restraints placed on you and the sedatives coursing through your veins that was now controlling your mind.

 “Eve.” Tony’s eyes were wide, he couldn’t believe it. Tony’s heart began to race at the sight, frightened of what they may have done to you. His hand shot up over his mouth, trying to keep control of his nerves as he felt his heart begin to race and pound inside his chest.  “Eve…” With a quick glance around the room, you saw that everyone’s eyes were on you, and it quickly fell into place that they had all known exactly what was going to happen.  

You screamed. Shrieking as you felt the pain ten times more, but more so that you were surrounded by people you didn’t know. What bothered you more was that your mind and heart was at ease, you didn’t feel the urge to fight and get away from them. You could feel that they didn't mean harm,and it felt that they were desperate for something-anything, and there was a small part of you that wanted to give it to them.

“Who are you?” You sniffed, your eyes starting to droop as the serum was taking its effect. “I’m not Eve.”

“You are.” You quickly looked to your right, where a blonde man stood tall and up front, a while ago he was behind the others who were looking at you.He didn’t had the courage to go up front like Tony nor Clint, but when he heard you dismiss the others that was calling you your real name, Steve had to interfere.And now, here he is-looking at you directly with his ocean like eyes boring into your black one’s. Steve’s face turned immediately white as a sheet, as if he had seen a ghost.  To him, he had.  The tower crumbled around him five years ago, burying them under it as it fell, and you being taken by the deity that was now laying unconscious in the hall.  He watched you fall into the floor as you were tossed into a floating vehicle,  they did everything they could to bring you back as soon as possible but SHIELD said that it was a hopeless case, that you were unrecoverable and gone.  To everyone you had ever known, you were dead; but somehow, by some miracle, here you were.

“I’m Eve?” You whispered, the name felt foreign to your lips but not to your mind. But before you can even ask anything back- You were taken by darkness, a few calls of your name were all you heard before giving into it. Steve was quick to catch your head before it could even hit the floor-trying to sit you up, Tony and Clint quickly helping as they took your restraints.

“FRIDAY” Tony called out “Is it her?Double check this time.” Tony knew they couldn’t be anymore wrong,Of course this was you- But he had to make sure. “ 100% Accurate, Boss. Checking DNA…” Tony was about to stop the AI, he wanted to smack himself as to why he even had to ask the AI,but Steve looked at him reassuringly. He knew Tony just wanted to be sure,he knows they wouldn't be able to survive it anymore if this was still yet-a trap. “It matches her medical records back at the tower and in my data, Boss.”

 “Check vitals.” Tony muttered, not taking is eyes off of you-scared that this might be just his dream and you’re still gone.

“Mama!Mama!” A little voice called out, No one wanted to look where that sound came from-their hearts afraid to ever find out why there was that voice in the first place. “Mama?” Sequoia lisped, his pink lips trembling once more as he saw your figure unconscious and was mainly held by Steve to at least support you. “Do you know them?” He chirped, his confused eyes gazing at Wanda as the witch lifelessly stared at you. “Are they good too?” He continued, his eyes with the deepest shade of the earth, just like his mother- now boring onto Tony’s wide ones. He gripped onto Wanda’s leg, now puzzled and uneasy as he received worried and confused stares from the entire team.  Scott gasping as he turned into a regular size man, walking his way closer to the little guy. “Who are you?” He mumbled, hiding behind Wanda and Natasha’s legs. “Auntie Wana,,,,Auntie Nat.” His grip to their bottoms were tighter, Wanda swiftly soothed his back“It’s okay.They’re Mama’s friends too.” Wanda answered back, lips quivering “They just want to know you more. Like we did. Is that okay?” He carefully nodded, wobbling closer to Scott as his chubby fingers made its way to his parted lips-biting onto his nails. Scott caught him as he stumbled, offering his hand to be taken by the little guy- quickly grasping onto it as Scott dare look at him closer. It was no joke, he looked exactly like you, his hair was golden like yours-but had softer waves, his eyes doe as yours also possessing that pristine stones of emerald  irises; he had a button nose, maybe a pointier one but when you look at him-All they can see was you. And that terrified them.

Natasha’s already red eyes looked at Steve, the blonde now staring onto her as to tell her that what they were seeing was a lie. A tear fell as Natasha regretfully nodded. “He was the one screaming.” Steve’s attention immediately shifted from appreciation to outright fear, his eyes practically bulging from his head as he realized what a fatal error was done to you.

“Is Mama okay? Auntie Wana?” Sequoia chirped, his eyes now going back to you as Wanda followed. Closing her eyes, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she felt a sign of life in your weak body-Her eyes shooting wide as she felt a weak heartbeat, and then a weaker one.

“Baby!Baby!Is baby okay?!” Before she can even ask or even look at you, Sequoia ran towards you as he placed his tiny chubby hands onto your growing bump-now evident to everyone’s eyes.

A mouthful of curses left Bucky and Tony’s mouth, Thor turning away as he went towards Korvac’s still unconscious body-ready to behead him; Scott ready to follow and assist-with Pietro already ahead of them. Sequoia moved his knees like hinges, wobbling as he innocently placed his hand on top of Steve’s grasp onto your shoulder, not knowing the effect to the super soldier. “Help mama, plwease?” The child begged, tears flowing onto his reddened cheeks as quiet whimpers were heard-mainly from Wanda.

Steve’s focus from your swollen belly was shifted to the lingering stare of the child that still held his chubby hand atop of his.He didn’t know how to respond, no one knew how. Of course, he wanted to help you, and he will-they will. But it was just too much. Before entering the castle nor the quinjet, everyone knew that they shouldn’t expect anything anymore. Five years of waiting, hoping and praying to all the Gods that you were alive and safe took its toll on everyone. When Wanda and Natasha came running to the room, a file in their hand-just like Scott did, with the others telling that it’s okay, that they should do it-they should push through it for one final time.  So, they did, but some of them knew in their hearts that five years was too long for someone to just resurface without bearing anything odd, new-something that would shake them to their core. And this, the golden boy in the center of the group- you, lying unconscious and your growing belly; well that, really mortified all of them.  

“Steve!” Steve’s train of thought were interrupted by Bucky, the latter’s metal arm slightly shaking his shoulder.

“W-We have to get t-them out of here….Captain.” Natasha mumbled, as her knees weakened-turning away before anyone can see her trembling lips. “We’ll go first.” Steve nodded as she, Clint and Pietro jogged back to the jet- Thor, Scott and Vision following as they carried the villain’s unconscious body-Sure, they would love to literally behead and torture the deity; but Natasha and Tony stopped them before doing so, knowing they had to let SHIELD to their interrogation with the guy; but Tony swore to the men and to his heart that he’d be the first to torment the guy after SHIELD’s done with him.

  Tony couldn’t get his damn suit on fast enough.  His hands were shaking so violently that he had dropped his helmet twice, cursing at his lack of control.  Now was not the time for a panic attack; he needed to get you to safety- along with your child. He grimaced at the thought. Still not able to stomach the idea of you…. Having a child. What’s worse is no one knows if you consented to this, and if you didn’t- Oh how he’d torment the guy who did this to you.