angsty ask: how would the RO’s react if MC took a fatal hit for them?
Callan: His entire body stills at the sight of your crumpled form laying before him. A normally sharp kind not being able to process what exactly he was seeing, because it couldn’t possibly be true. You couldn’t possibly be gone.
Torn from him like all the others. Another nameless face in his sea of misery. A constant pressure on his heart; the only mantra echoing with each dull thud being you failed.
Dropping to his knees, forgetting about the battle waging around him, he cradles your head on his lap. Pulling you to him as if he could still protect you. He knew that you were gone. He knew that it was because of him.
He just didn’t want to believe it.
Eirene: A wordless scream escapes her mouth at the sight of you following. Only her powers keep you from crashing harshly into the ground. The wind picks up speed as she collapses next to you. Dry sobs erupting from her lips.
“No, no, no,” she cries while her tears mix with the pelting rain. “This can’t be happening. I’ve already lost you once. I can’t lose you again.”
Lowering her head, she tries desperately to ignore how still you were. How pale you have already gotten as each second ticked by. She knew that you were gone; knows that you were dead before you hit the ground.
But that doesn’t stop her wails from mixing perfectly with the thunderous cries of the storm tearing through the battlefield.
Drake: He knew what was going to happen before it did. Knows that he was about to lose the most precious thing in his life. He tries to cry out, tries to stop you, but there was nothing he could do. For all his foresight he couldn’t save you.
Wordlessly he has to watch as you crumple to the ground. Blood dripping onto the ground from a wound that was meant for him. A wound that he knew was going to get before you decided to intercept.
Lowering himself to the ground, he gently wraps his arms around your form. His head lowering to nuzzle into your neck. Trying to inhale as much of your scent as he could before it was gone. Memorizing what it felt like to have you in his arms once last time.
He knew the moment the bullet left its chamber that you were going to die.
He just wishes he had been faster.
Natasha: An animalistic howl erupts from her lips at the sight of your still form. She focuses entirely on you as she slides across the ground to get to you. Frantic blue eyes searching for any sign of life as she clutches at your slack face.
“Baby?” She murmurs with tears slowly sliding down her face. Blood and dead bodies were old friends at this point, but yours? She’d do anything to unsee the pallid complexion to your skin. Lifeless eyes staring up towards the sky. Crimson liquid slowly makes a halo around your body.
Lifting her head, she locks eyes with the person who took you from her. Her fingers flexed in preparation for what she was about to do.
Her malicious smile is straight out of a nightmare. Voice dropping to a deep-set growl. “You better run, you piece of shit. Because when I catch you I’m going to rip you limb from fucking limb.”
