That Was a Blast
Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, Iron Man, Avengers x Reader
Word Count: 3766
TW: Whump, Blood, Impaled, Cauterization, Pain, Buried, Trapped
For the third time on this mission, you silently cursed Nick Fury and his crappy intel. What you had been told would be a quick and easy scouting expedition had quickly turned into an all-out fight for survival. The team had quickly been ambushed and everyone was forced to scatter to different areas of the building, leaving you currently on your own. And what’s worse was that the gauntlets which helped you regulate your powers had decided to take this moment to malfunction. As you dove behind an overturned table trying to avoid three HYDRA soldiers’ bullets, you watched as your gauntlets sparked once then went dark. Great. Just great.
“Concussion…. Concussion do you read me?”
You vaguely heard Steve calling for you on the comms but you are too focused on fixing your gauntlets to really pay any attention. It wasn’t until your entire team started screaming your name that you finally responded, “Sheesh. Can everybody just calm down? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“It only takes a second to acknowledge a hail.” Steve sounded annoyed but you could hear the relief in his voice as well.
“I’m sorry. My gauntlets were damaged. I’d rather not use my powers without them after what happened last time. And judging by my current situation, I have a feeling I’m going to need them.” A small bomb exploded a few feet from you, showering you with dirt and debris. “Sooner rather than later it seems.” Pulling out your gun, you laid down a round of suppressing fire as you charged out from behind the table. Making it to the next room, you slammed the door behind you. Wincing as you looked down to see a small trail of blood flowing from some shrapnel in your arm, you cursed Fury for the fourth time.
“Where are you?”
“Top floor, but beyond that I’m not quite sure. There are a bunch of computers and a big screen on the wall. A control room, maybe?”
“Are you safe?”
“At the moment. I don’t think those guys can get through the door. It seems pretty sturdy. I just need a few minutes to fix my gauntlets, then I can come meet you guys.” You hissed as you pulled a piece of shrapnel out of your shoulder then turned back to your broken gear. “Tony, you don’t have an extra power core do you? One of mine appears to be cracked.”
“Why would I have a power core for your device?” Tony asked.
“Because you know I always forget to bring extras and you love holding it over me?”
“That does sound like me, but no, I don’t. You should be able to reroute them enough to still allow for a few blasts. You’d have to use them sparingly, but it would be better than nothing.”
“Okay, I’ll give that a try.” After a few more minutes of tinkering, your gauntlet flickered to life. “Got it! Okay, what’s the plan?”
“Can you make your way to the first floor? We have almost everything we came for. By the time you make it down here, we should be good to go,” Steve said.
“Ay, ay, Captain.”
“I’m not that kind of captain.”
“Technically, it’s an honorary title so….”
“Just get down here.”
“Ay, ay Captain.” You chuckled to yourself as you duck back out into the hall. The coast seemed clear as it appeared the HYDRA soldiers from earlier had given up trying to get to you. However, this soon proved to be a faulty assumption as you rounded the next corner and saw them standing at the end of the hall, guns drawn.
You smirked as you lifted your hands and sent a wave of energy hurdling in their direction. Or at least, you tried to. As the concussive force you summoned traveled down your arms, the vibrations knocked something loose in your gauntlet causing them to once again black out just before they were needed. Without the gauntlets to direct your blast, the energy exploded from your fingers in all directions. You felt the entire building shake as you were thrown backwards, skidding limply down the hall.
As you struggled to remain conscious, you once again heard the comms roar to life as everyone tried to figure out what just happened. Weakly, you clicked on, “Guys, I think I screwed up.”
Steve’s voice was instantly in your ear. “What happened? Are you okay?”
You groaned as you struggled to sit up. The room was spinning and slightly out of focus. “Something went wrong with my gauntlets. They shut off right as I shot off a blast. Without them, it went wild in all directions.”
“Are you okay?” Steve repeated.
“I think so. I got thrown back quite a distance, but nothing seems to be broken. My head is killing me though.”
“Wait a second…. Concussion…. Did you just give yourself a concussion?” Tony and Sam both burst out laughing.
“Where do you think I got the name? It is one of the major side effects of being hit by my blasts. Remind me when we get back and I can demonstrate.”
Both men gave a speedy apology, but you still faintly heard them snickering to themselves. Rolling your eyes, you examined the rest of the hallway around you. “I think we have a bigger problem. Both the ceiling and the floor took some major structural damage. There are cracks all through this part of the building.”
“Which floor are you on?” Steve asked.
“Top. It seems somewhat stable at the moment, but I don’t think it will take much to send everything crashing down.”
There was silence on the other end of the comms. When Steve finally began speaking again, he was using his “Captain” voice. “Okay. Falcon, Tony, fly through the upper floors and make sure everyone is clear. If this place does start coming down, we want to minimize casualties. I’ll go find Concussion. Since she won’t be able to use her powers, she’s going to need back up. We can regroup down on the first floor then retreat back to the Quinjet.”
“Cap, I can still use my powers, I just won’t have as much control as I usually do without the gauntlets.”
“If you get into trouble, do what you have to do to get out of it. But if the building is already as unstable as you say, I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks. So just hold tight until I get there. I’m on my way.”
You pulled yourself over to the wall and leaned heavily against it. You hadn’t experienced a blow back from one of your blasts in the eight years since Tony had helped you build your gauntlets and you had forgotten how bad the aftereffects could be. You laid your head back and closed your eyes.
Soon, you heard footsteps rapidly approaching. Pulling out your gun, you pointed it towards the sound. However, you lowered it seconds later when Steve rounded the corner. He hurried over to where you were propped and examined you for injuries.
You swatted his hand away playfully. “I’m fine. I just forgot how bad these blasts can be. Can you just help me up?”
Steve just chuckled as he offered you his hand. You stumbled slightly as he helped you to your feet, but you were soon able to regain your bearings.
Once again raising your gun, you said, “Why don’t you go first, and I’ll cover your six.”
“Are you sure? It would probably be better if we stay next to each other.”
“I’m fine. And there are too many corridors and doorways around here. We need to spread out a little to get the best coverage.” Steve nodded but you could still see he was hesitant to leave your side. You rolled your eyes, “Geeze, how many times do I have to say it? I’M FINE!”
“Okay, okay. But if you start to feel weak or need a break, let me know.”
“Same goes for you, old man.”
Steve shook his head as he started down the hall, muttering under his breath, “Why do I even try?”
You allowed him to get a fair distance ahead of you, then followed after. You both had made it about halfway to the exit when, suddenly, four more HYDRA soldiers appeared out of one of the corridors to your right. Both you and Steve opened fire, easily taking them out. However, it appeared you weren’t quick enough as you both watched in horror as one of the soldiers dropped a grenade from one hand and the pin from the other. You knew that the roof and floor which were already creaking in distress wouldn’t sustain another blast. And with mere seconds before the grenade detonated, there was no way for either of you to run to the stable part of the building at the end of the hall. However…. there was still one way for Steve to reach safety.
As the two of you exchanged a look, Steve seemed to realize what you were planning. He took a step towards you, but before he could protest, you mouthed, “I’m sorry” and slammed your wrists together. A massive concussive blast hurled from your hands knocking into Steve just as the grenade exploded. He went flying backwards before slamming forcefully against the far wall. But that was the last you saw of him as the floor disappeared from beneath your feet. Between the grenade and your blast, the damaged building couldn’t maintain its integrity and the hallway collapsed, taking you with it.
You crashed into the floor below, landing hard on your back causing the wind to be instantly knocked out of you. However, you didn’t even get a second to catch your breath before the rest of the rubble rained down on top of you. You managed to throw your arms over your head in an attempt to provide some protection, but it did little good. Soon, what little air you had been able to get into your lungs was forced out once again as a large piece of the ceiling smashed into your chest, pinning you firmly to the floor. Even though you were now completely buried beneath the rubble, this one large piece was causing the most trouble. You tried desperately to move, to find a way to shift that piece off your ravenous lungs, but it was no use. You gasped frantically, urgently, trying to get some air but you soon felt yourself getting lightheaded, vision blackening around the edges.
Suddenly, you heard a distant voice calling your name. You tried to answer but your lungs were burning from lack of oxygen. The debris around you began to shift and after a few seconds, Steve’s face appeared in a gap in the wreckage. Spotting you, he began flinging huge chunks of metal and stone across the room, his enhanced super soldier strength allowing him to lift the pieces with ease. Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, the stone crushing down on your chest was removed. You gulped down lungful after lungful of air trying desperately to replenish your body’s supply. Through the blood pounding in your ears, you vaguely heard Steve speaking to you and you gave him a weak thumbs up as reassurance that you are okay.
However, now that you were able to focus on something other than your lack of oxygen, you were feeling the effects of your fall. Practically every inch of your body ached, your skin felt scraped raw, and you felt the crushing pressure from the debris that still covered your bottom half. But you were alive, which was honestly more than you had expected.
Steve ran his hand lightly over your head as he checked you for any major injuries. When he didn’t find any, he sat back to assess the situation, “Are you okay?”
You chuckled softly. “Better now that I can breathe. And don’t you ever get tired of asking me stuff like that?”
“Yes. Yes, I really do.” He stared at you intensely. “What were you thinking? Your blast might have been what caused the collapse. If you hadn’t used it to push me out of the way, the damage might not have been as bad.”
“Yeah, but if it had been, then you would have fallen too. And then who would have saved me from underneath all this stuff?” You cut him off as he tried to argue. “Listen, can you just finish moving this stuff off of me so we can get out of here? The team is probably wondering where we are.”
Steve grunted in annoyance but he began clearing the remaining debris that was covering you. But then as he moved one of the larger pieces, you heard him swear.
“Language!” you yelled jokingly. But when you saw Steve’s face, you grew worried. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Don’t move okay. Everything’s going to be alright. I just need to call some backup.”
“Steve, what’s going on?” He tried to stop you as you struggled to a sitting position, but you were able to maneuver enough to see what had caught his attention. You paled at the sight of the three-inch-thick piece of rebar that was jutting out of your thigh.
Steve grabbed your hand reassuringly as he spoke into the comms, “We need medical attention immediately to the eighth floor.”
“What happened?” Sam asked anxiously.
“The floor collapsed and Concussion fell. She landed on some of the debris. I was able to clear most of it off her, but she’s been impaled by a big piece of rebar. It’s stuck in her thigh, and there is a lot of blood.”
Tony clicked on immediately. “I’m on my way. Just hang tight, kiddo. You’re gonna be fine.”
You nodded but then realized no one but Steve could see you. “Okay. I’ll just wait here.” You laid back down as you tried to wrap your head around the situation.
Steve looked at you anxiously. “Didn’t you feel it?”
You shook your head. “I felt the pressure of the debris, but that area is just kind of…… numb.” You both exchanged a worried look, not quite sure what that meant for your condition.
Suddenly, Tony landed next to you. You could hear him muttering to F.R.I.D.A.Y. as he tried to assess the extent of your wounds. You couldn’t quite make out the words but based on the tone of his voice, you figured it probably wasn’t good news. Finally, he leaned down and retracted his faceplate, giving you a good look at his face. Yep, not good news.
“Okay, kid. So, good news first. F.R.I.D.A.Y. doesn’t register any broken bones or any major concerns besides the leg. Just some bruises, a possible concussion, and a few cracked ribs. Now the bad news is, F.R.I.D.A.Y. thinks that the rebar has nicked your femoral artery so if we try to lift you off, there is a good chance you could bleed out. Now, I can try to cut the other end of it off so we can move you with it still sticking in you, but there is still a good chance it will shift enough that it does more damage or slips out enough that you still bleed out.”
“Great. So, is there a third option?”
Tony hesitated. “Not really, no. Those blasts you set off compromised this entire section of the building. Whatever’s left of floors above us is pretty unstable and could collapse at any second. We need to clear the area ASAP.”
You nodded. “Fine. Then we go with option one. You yank me off and see what happens.” Tony stifled his chuckle as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, grow up! You know what I meant.”
“Maybe watch your phrasing next time.” Tony turned to Steve. “So basically, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to lift her off the rebar then you press on the wound as quickly and with as much pressure as you can. Got it?” Steve just nodded grimly. Tony looked around. “Does anyone have something we can use to stop the bleeding?”
“Steve, take my shirt. It’s pretty dirty at this point, but it’s better than nothing.” He nodded again as he unzipped your jacket. Not wanting to jostle you more than necessary, he tore your shirt in half and removed it from your body. Always the gentleman, he averted his eyes as he rezipped your jacket. You smiled and gave him a reassuring wink. He blushed deeply, which just made your smile grow larger. That is until he started removing your belt.
Handing it to you, he muttered, “You’re going to want to bite down on that. I’m sorry.”
You nodded as you grasped the situation. Whatever happened next, it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Steve helped you sit up as he slid in behind you, positioning it so you were leaning against his chest. He reached his left arm across your body to grab your right hand. His right hand was at the ready with what was once your shirt.
Tony straddled your leg and placed his hands just below where the metal jutted harshly through your thigh. Placing your belt securely between your teeth, you nodded at Tony. After a second of hesitation, he jerked your leg free.
You knew that this experience was going to be painful, but you had not expected this. A bloodcurdling howl tore from your lips, muffled by the belt clenched firmly in your mouth. Your body arched back violently, slamming into Steve as you writhe in pain. He tightened his hold on you with the arm he had wrapped across your chest, and you squeezed his hand so tightly you were sure if not for the super serum, you would have broken a few of his bones. As he crushed your shirt into the gushing hole in your leg, sending another wave of agony through your system. Your jaw was clenched so tightly it felt like you were about to bite straight through the belt and your body shook violently as your muscles strained from holding themselves tense for such a long period of time.
Slowly, you were able to regain some of your composure. Your chest was once again heaving as you struggled to return your breathing to normal. As you reached up to pry the belt out of your mouth, you sagged against Steve’s chest, your muscles screaming out as you finally allowed them to relax. Your leg still hurt like hell, but the pain had dulled enough that it was bearable. However, you weren’t out of the woods yet.
Glancing down, you watched as Steve desperately pressed your shirt into your wound with both hands but blood still hemorrhaged between his fingers. You gazed weakly up at Tony but he just stared at your leg in confusion as he tried to figure out what to do now. Then, he glanced down at his hands which were still covered by his suit and you saw an uneasy realization wash over his face. As the two of you locked eyes, you understood what he was thinking and you nodded weakly. “It’s the only way Tony.”
“Nope. We’re not even considering this.”
Steve looked back and forth between the two of you, not sure what you were talking about. But you ignored him as you stared Tony down. “You’ve got to do this. We don’t have another option.”
“I can’t. If I make even the smallest miscalculation, it could kill you.”
“Then let F.R.I.D.A.Y. do it. Her calculations will be perfect. No mistakes.” He still hesitated but you knew you didn’t have time for this. Already the blood loss was starting to affect you. “Tony, I’m fading too fast…. We need to stop this bleeding. I can’t last much longer.”
Tony thought for a moment, glanced back down at your leg, then nodded. Steve was still staring at you confused. “What are you talking about? What is he planning on doing?”
You gently smiled at him. “It’s okay. It’s the only way, but it will be fine.” You dropped both of your hands so they rested gently over Steve’s, which were still pressed firmly against your wound. You nodded up at Tony.
Lowering his faceplate, Tony said, “On the count of three…”
“Three!” you yelled. At that same moment, you grabbed Steve’s hands as tightly as you could and, using his bewilderment at what was going on as a distraction, dragged them away from your wound. As soon as you were both clear, Tony pointed his repulsors at your leg and a thin, tight beam blasted you precisely in your wound. Steve cried out in protest but your screams of agony drowned him out as pain once again rushed through your body. Finally, mercifully, Tony turned the repulsors off. Smoke trailed off the cauterized scar that was once a gushing wound. You weakly turned your head so you didn’t gag on the smell of your own roasting flesh.
Steve glared up at Tony as you lay limply in his arms. “What the hell did you do?”
“What he… had to,” you managed to croak out. Steve looked down at you anxiously but you continued. “It was…the only way to….stop the bleeding….Knew you wouldn’t….approve…”
“Damn right I don’t approve!”
“Language…” you whispered, a ghost of a smile flickering on your lips. The bleeding might have stopped but the damage had already been done. You needed medical attention and a blood transfusion as soon as possible.
Tony seemed to be thinking the same thing. “I’m going to fly her to the nearest hospital. Then I can come back and help with your extraction.” He bent down and Steve gingerly transferred your weakened form to Tony’s waiting arms.
Steve shook his head. “Sam and I will be fine. Just get her help as quickly as you can.”
You grasped for Steve’s hand. “’m sorry Cap…. be safe….”
“You too.”
You smiled again. “I’ll be on….feet ‘fore you….get back…”
Steve nodded with a smile. “I don’t doubt it.” Then looking at Tony, he said, “Go.”
Without having to be told twice, Tony took off with you in his arms, exiting the building through the hole you had made in the ceiling. You rested heavily against his metal-coated chest as the two of you soared through the sky. Reaching up, you pressed the comms to connect you to his suit.
“Tony….” you managed to whisper. He looked down at you, concern obvious even through his mask. “You better… hurry.”
