Evan Rogers-Carter

Marvel OC rp blog

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

The name's Stellanova...

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Name: Evan James Rogers-Carter Age: 19 Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Aliases: Stellanova, Starboy, Evan, Ev, Evvy Birthday: September 4 1987 MBTI: INFJ

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Hey, I’m Evan. I’m a Guardian of the Galaxy and the grandson of Captain America. I’m living on earth right now.

Backstory Powers Family: Grandparents: Steve + Peggy Rogers-Carter Parents: James + Angelica Rogers-Carter Sibling: Alex Rogers-Carter @alex-always-wins Father figure: Peter Quill @the-official-star-lord Mother figure: Nebula @purple-surgicalborg Boyfriend: Wyatt Barnes @they-call-me-ricochet Friends: Lilia Calderu @lilia-like-the-flower, Olivia Jacobs @little-lost-witch, Grace Michaels, Jenny Fox

AU version of Evan: @fallen-like-a-star

faceclaim: Jack Champion

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[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

It settles him, slightly.

“Whoa…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Oh yeah.” He gestures down at his hand. “Powers.”

This is difficult. So difficult.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s quiet for a long while, but he doesn’t let go of Evan’s hand. The idea of letting go feels wrong.

“It’s not just you…so much feels fuzzy. Like…I think I’m at school? I think I have a niece?” He sighs.

“Stupid brain…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its okay, just take it easy."

This is bad. Bad doesn't cover it actually, Evan can't believe this is actually happening

"It'll come back to you" he mumbles, but he can't say that for certain

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Bucky returns with a takeout bag of tacos, the smell makes Wyatt’s stomach growl.

He grips Evan’s hand a little tighter.

“Having you close helps…well, it feels nice anyway.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Glad I can help…” Evan mumbles, trying desperately not to cry. God, why did this have to happen to them? Can’t they have any peace?

“Listen it’s fine, you’ll get your memories back and everything will go back to normal.” At least he hopes so.

he doesn’t dare touch the food. He knows he’ll just puke it back up.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Watching Evan’s face makes something twist in Wyatt’s chest. A familiar worry, and a small fuzzy collection of memories float back.

“We’ve done this before…you not eating…me bruised and battered…both of us worried.” He frowns.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan nods, shrugging “Yeah, yeah we have. But it’s okay, we were okay before and we’ll be okay now.”

He really, really hopes that’s true

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt eats quietly, never looking away from Evan. Even when he’s finished he slips their hands back together and keeps tracing his eyes over Evan’s features.

He mumbles something as he falls asleep.

A nurse comes in and does the usual checks. And she turns to Evan.

“Why don’t you try bringing some important things from home? Sentimental stuff? Might help jog his memory.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan nods, his eyes still fixed on Wyatt’s face.

“Yeah, yeah good idea.” He doesn’t want to leave, though

He slowly gets to his feet, wobbling a little before finding his balance. Important things from home. That he can do.

He comes back over an hour later, with a couple of things tucked under his arm. Several photos, a handmade stuffed shark, and a thin, gold bracelet with a purple star on it

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt had woken up with pain not long before Evan arrived, the pain meds just kicking in as he sits down.

“You’re here!” Wyatt smiles dopily at Evan. “Dreamed about you…so pretty.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan can’t help but smile, taking his seat again and reaching for Wyatt’s hand

“Hey babe, I brought you some stuff” he hands the shark to Wyatt

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

It settles him, slightly.

“Whoa…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Oh yeah.” He gestures down at his hand. “Powers.”

This is difficult. So difficult.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s quiet for a long while, but he doesn’t let go of Evan’s hand. The idea of letting go feels wrong.

“It’s not just you…so much feels fuzzy. Like…I think I’m at school? I think I have a niece?” He sighs.

“Stupid brain…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its okay, just take it easy."

This is bad. Bad doesn't cover it actually, Evan can't believe this is actually happening

"It'll come back to you" he mumbles, but he can't say that for certain

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Bucky returns with a takeout bag of tacos, the smell makes Wyatt’s stomach growl.

He grips Evan’s hand a little tighter.

“Having you close helps…well, it feels nice anyway.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Glad I can help…” Evan mumbles, trying desperately not to cry. God, why did this have to happen to them? Can’t they have any peace?

“Listen it’s fine, you’ll get your memories back and everything will go back to normal.” At least he hopes so.

he doesn’t dare touch the food. He knows he’ll just puke it back up.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Watching Evan’s face makes something twist in Wyatt’s chest. A familiar worry, and a small fuzzy collection of memories float back.

“We’ve done this before…you not eating…me bruised and battered…both of us worried.” He frowns.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan nods, shrugging “Yeah, yeah we have. But it’s okay, we were okay before and we’ll be okay now.”

He really, really hopes that’s true

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt eats quietly, never looking away from Evan. Even when he’s finished he slips their hands back together and keeps tracing his eyes over Evan’s features.

He mumbles something as he falls asleep.

A nurse comes in and does the usual checks. And she turns to Evan.

“Why don’t you try bringing some important things from home? Sentimental stuff? Might help jog his memory.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan nods, his eyes still fixed on Wyatt’s face.

“Yeah, yeah good idea.” He doesn’t want to leave, though

He slowly gets to his feet, wobbling a little before finding his balance. Important things from home. That he can do.

He comes back over an hour later, with a couple of things tucked under his arm. Several photos, a handmade stuffed shark, and a thin, gold bracelet with a purple star on it

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

It settles him, slightly.

“Whoa…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Oh yeah.” He gestures down at his hand. “Powers.”

This is difficult. So difficult.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s quiet for a long while, but he doesn’t let go of Evan’s hand. The idea of letting go feels wrong.

“It’s not just you…so much feels fuzzy. Like…I think I’m at school? I think I have a niece?” He sighs.

“Stupid brain…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its okay, just take it easy."

This is bad. Bad doesn't cover it actually, Evan can't believe this is actually happening

"It'll come back to you" he mumbles, but he can't say that for certain

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Bucky returns with a takeout bag of tacos, the smell makes Wyatt’s stomach growl.

He grips Evan’s hand a little tighter.

“Having you close helps…well, it feels nice anyway.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Glad I can help…” Evan mumbles, trying desperately not to cry. God, why did this have to happen to them? Can’t they have any peace?

“Listen it’s fine, you’ll get your memories back and everything will go back to normal.” At least he hopes so.

he doesn’t dare touch the food. He knows he’ll just puke it back up.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Watching Evan’s face makes something twist in Wyatt’s chest. A familiar worry, and a small fuzzy collection of memories float back.

“We’ve done this before…you not eating…me bruised and battered…both of us worried.” He frowns.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan nods, shrugging “Yeah, yeah we have. But it’s okay, we were okay before and we’ll be okay now.”

He really, really hopes that’s true

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

It settles him, slightly.

“Whoa…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Oh yeah.” He gestures down at his hand. “Powers.”

This is difficult. So difficult.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s quiet for a long while, but he doesn’t let go of Evan’s hand. The idea of letting go feels wrong.

“It’s not just you…so much feels fuzzy. Like…I think I’m at school? I think I have a niece?” He sighs.

“Stupid brain…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its okay, just take it easy."

This is bad. Bad doesn't cover it actually, Evan can't believe this is actually happening

"It'll come back to you" he mumbles, but he can't say that for certain

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Bucky returns with a takeout bag of tacos, the smell makes Wyatt’s stomach growl.

He grips Evan’s hand a little tighter.

“Having you close helps…well, it feels nice anyway.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Glad I can help…” Evan mumbles, trying desperately not to cry. God, why did this have to happen to them? Can’t they have any peace?

“Listen it’s fine, you’ll get your memories back and everything will go back to normal.” At least he hopes so.

he doesn’t dare touch the food. He knows he’ll just puke it back up.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

It settles him, slightly.

“Whoa…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Oh yeah.” He gestures down at his hand. “Powers.”

This is difficult. So difficult.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s quiet for a long while, but he doesn’t let go of Evan’s hand. The idea of letting go feels wrong.

“It’s not just you…so much feels fuzzy. Like…I think I’m at school? I think I have a niece?” He sighs.

“Stupid brain…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its okay, just take it easy."

This is bad. Bad doesn't cover it actually, Evan can't believe this is actually happening

"It'll come back to you" he mumbles, but he can't say that for certain

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

It settles him, slightly.

“Whoa…”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

“Oh yeah.” He gestures down at his hand. “Powers.”

This is difficult. So difficult.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt can’t answer, he’s panicking.

Waves of anxiety rush over him and he gasps and chokes on air, his heart rate rising on the monitor.

His free hand reaches for Evan wildly, some muscle memory instinct knowing Evan means comfort and safety.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes Wyatt's hand, squeezing it tightly

"Hey shh, I'm here, its okay."

His hand glows a deep red, warm against Wyatt's skin.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“Oh.”

Wyatt gets lost for a moment, lost in a blurred memory of a blaring car horn, screeching tires, pain and metal smashing.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hey, you still with me?" he asks, shifting his chair closer. He wants to touch Wyatt, wants to hold him, but Wyatt barely recognises him.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt grins, a little dopily.

“I’m Wyatt Barnes….wait you already know that.” He blushes a little.

He tries to shift in the bed, uncomfortable.

“This bed feels small. And my leg feels funny.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah you... you were in an accident. Hurt yourself pretty bad" he looks worriedly over Wyatt, wondering if he should try to use his powers to help. He decides that would probably make things worse

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt tries to concentrate, the tears in Evan’s eyes breaking his heart.

It’s making his head hurt, trying to piece together something in the hazy fog of his mind.

“You like sandwiches….” He manages to utter.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Yeah, yeah!" Evan nods, letting a smile smile onto his face. So Wyatt hasn't forgotten everything. "I'm Evan. Evan James Rogers-Carter and I'm your boyfriend."

He doesn't reach for Wyatt's hand though. Not yet.

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yeah good one. No way I got some totally cute guy way outta my league to be my boyfriend.”

But yet something about Evan makes his chest squeeze, like he wants to reach for the scruffy unshowered boy an pull him close.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan feels like he's about to cry. Surely he has to remember something

"We've been together for a year." he mumbles quietly "I mean we had a break in the middle but... doesn't matter. You seriously don't remember me?"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He frowns, his head feels fuzzy, memories like grainy old film.

“Only people close to me call me that.”

The more he tries to focus on Evan, the more his head spins.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve honestly got no clue who you are.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Its like a stab to the chest. How badly did he hit his head?

"Wy its me, its Evan" he tries to urge Wyatt to remember, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. "Your boyfriend"

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

“I’m fine…bit weird to call a patient baby though.” Wyatt says, flicking his eyes over Evan.

“I’m not objecting to a cute nurse but ummm, when did you last shower?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"What?" This has to be a joke "Wy come on this isn't funny" his face falls a little. If this is a joke, its not a good one

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt mumbles something to Bucky, who grins, kisses Wyatt on the forehead and leaves the room.

Once he’s gone, Wyatt sees Evan, and a look of confusion crosses his face.

“Hello?”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Hi baby" Evan says with a tired grin. He looks like a wreck, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair and an unshaven face. "How do you feels?" He assumes the confused expression is Wyatt's surprise at being woken up in the hospital

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt blinks, eyes opening, unfocused and hazy.

“Dad?” He calls out to Bucky, his voice raspy and dry.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

He’s awake, he’s talking. Relief sweeps over Evan and he can’t help but smile. It’s going to be okay.

Again, Evan hangs back. Of course Wyatt wants his dad first, Evan will just wait his turn

[they-call-me-ricochet]

RP Starter

The sense of shock and disbelief doesn’t lift, even as they reach the hospital. The fateful phonecall that shattered everything.

Wyatt’s been in an accident.

Lina quietly breaks, curling into Bucky’s arms, sobbing.

A motorcycle accident is what they said. Now Wyatt’s lying deathly still in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube, hooked up to machines and drips. A medically induced coma.

Novie is the first to get close, hesitantly brushing hair out of his face.

Tags: @star-spangled-starboyyy @over-bi-the-wayside (anyone) @serenastark-official

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan was there immediately once he got the call. He barely gave himself a second. The idea of Wyatt being hurt this badly, while he wasn't there, made him feel like puking.

He'd been at the hospital for a day now, he hadn't left, not once. Sometimes he was carted off to the cafeteria and forced to eat something by Wyatt's parents, but most of his time he spent sat by Wyatt's side, barely daring to touch his boyfriend and potentially make things worse. This was the kind of thing his abilities couldn't heal. This wasn't just physical, something he could wave his hand over and make better. He just had to sit and watch the love of his life lie still and almost silent.

He's barely spoken, and if so only to Lina and Bucky. His brother called a few times but he never picked up. Same with his friends. He's single mindedly focused on Wyatt. He doesn't notice someone approaching behind him until he feels a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and glow red for a second, snapped out of his trance.

[justawhitewolf]

“Here.” Bucky hands him a bottle of water.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan takes it, nodding but not smiling. He hasn't smiled since he heard what happened

"Thanks" he whispers, his voice hoarse and his throat dry. He doesn't drink though, his eyes drifting back to Wyatt. He wants to hold Wyatt's hand, but he can't bring himself to.

[justawhitewolf]

“They want to take him for another surgery and more scans soon.” He says gently.

The bruising is coming out on Wyatt’s face, five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

“They want to put pins in his ankle and a plate in his knee. Check his….do another brain scan.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan swallows and has to stifle a sob, reaching a hand over to brush his knuckles very gently against Wyatt's cheek. He's warm and a little rough to the touch but still there. Still breathing, if assisted. His heart still beats. That's something

"Okay" is all he says, not looking at Bucky yet. As if the second he turns away Wyatt might wake up or something worse.

The room is silent, apart from when Bucky speaks. His voice is comforting, easy on the ears. He likes listening to Bucky talk, if only so his own thoughts don't overwhelm him.

[justawhitewolf]

“He’s strong. He’ll get through this.” Bucky says, a firm optimism in his voice.

“The driver that hit him, apparently is being charged.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Good" he murmurs, jaw clenched. His fist tightens and moves away from Wyatt's face. He hasn't felt this much rage in a long time. He has to take a deep, calming breath.

Wyatt looks wrong hooked up to all those tubes and wires. Like some kind of puppet. The only indications he's alive are the beeps from the heart monitor and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

"I hope it didn't hurt" he says quietly, knowing its probably stupid. He just hopes Wyatt was knocked unconscious immediately and didn't feel the pain of hitting the road and of his bones breaking.

[justawhitewolf]

“We think…a witness reported a purple flash…we think his forcefield saved him.” Bucky’s tearing up a little.

He gently brushes a hand through Wyatt’s hair.

“He probably was knocked out quickly.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan slowly, hesitantly, leans against Bucky. Its been taking him a while to let himself get close to Bucky and Lina, living with them without Wyatt there has definitely helped. This, as awful as it is, has broken his last barrier. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and he can't keep acting like he's fine. He may be an adult, but he doesn't feel like one. He just wants the pain to stop, for Wyatt to be okay, hoping like a little kid.

[justawhitewolf]

Bucky wraps him in a hug, trying to comfort Evan like any of his other kids.

After a few minutes, Lina returns, wiping away a tear and hanging up her phone.

“I’ve got physical therapy organised, and called his therapist.” She mumbles, trying to be helpful.

She brushes Evan’s hair before she leans in to kiss Wyatt’s forehead.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan leans into all the touch he gets. He needs it. His phone rings again but he silences it without even looking who's calling.

"He's gonna be okay" Evan says under his breath, mostly to himself

[mutantontheloose]

“He will. You know what he’s like, stubborn.” Lina smiles softly, sitting on Evan’s other side.

“Answer your phone, they’re taking him soon.”

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

"Its my brother, i don't wanna talk to him" he doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now besides Wyatt. And he can't do that.

[mutantontheloose]

“He’s police isn’t he? Probably how he heard.” Lina sighs, patting Evan’s shoulder gently.

A nurse comes in, checks all Wyatt’s vitals with an approving nod, drawing another vial of blood.

“Some improvements. They’ll take him for surgery soon.”

She gives them a hopeful smile as she leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan rubs his eyes. He hasn't slept yet. He knows he should, but he wants to be here when Wyatt comes out of surgery. He's torn.

He finally steels himself to get up and call his brother back. He gets a lot of sympathy from Alex but he doesn't really care. He doesn't want sympathy.

When he gets back Wyatt's already been taken for surgery

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt’s gone for a while, maybe a couple of hours and Lina presses a granola bar into Evan’s hand.

Everything is tense, but eventually they wheel Wyatt’s bed back into the room.

“Everything went very well. And we’re very happy with his latest scan. If he continues like this, we’ll start waking him up tomorrow.”

The doctor shakes Bucky’s hand and leaves.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan breathes a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping and his hands continuing to ring together. Maybe he can talk to Wyatt tomorrow. That’s something

“Thank god” he whispers. He’s been mumbling prayers under his breath for hours

[they-call-me-ricochet]

He’s breathing without the tube now, but still hooked up to monitors and wires, a drip still in his arm.

The right side of Wyatt’s body suffered the worst of the injuries. His leg now in traction, bandages covering the surgical sites. His arm in a sling to support the dislocated collarbone.

Everything is still for a few moments, and then, his left hand twitches.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan spots it, eyes widening. He moved

“Wy? Baby?” He asks quietly, not expecting the sleeping boy to hear him

[they-call-me-ricochet]

Wyatt stirs a little in the bed, monitors alarming and staff rushing in.

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

Evan wants to reach out and touch, but holds back and lets the staff do what they need to. It’s hard, but he manages, watching Wyatt’s face hopefully