#febuwhump21

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You didn’t see the shoes that tripped you. It didn’t really matter, you knew they were Owen’s. He always had a bad habit of just kicking off his shoes whenever he came in the front door, never taking the time to take care of them.

And it wasn’t really about the shoes. The aggression had been building up inside you for a while if you were going to be honest. It was hard for it to not build up, months of only barely sleeping. Sleep that was riddled with nightmares.

“Son of a bitch! Owen! Take care of your fucking shoes for once in your life. I’m tired of tripping over them,” you snarled out the order over your shoulder, in the general direction of the kitchen where Owen was busy making breakfast.

You were getting ready to go for a run. You needed to do something to tire yourself out.

You just wanted to sleep.

As you left the house, Owen came out from the kitchen and moved his shoes.

…

The run was long and demanding, going through the woods as you were. But it did give you time to think about the words you spoke this morning and you felt the regret climb up your throat. You really didn’t mean to sound so harsh with Owen. You knew you had to apologize.

It was quiet when you entered your house. It set your teeth on edge. You kept quiet as well as you searched for your husband. You found him on the back porch.

Leaning against the door, you saw that he noticed you joining him but was content to keep the silence. The two of you stayed there close to an hour, just watching the forest that surrounded your house.

It was you that broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about yelling at you this morning. It was wrong of me.”

“So why did you?” He didn’t turn to you but he was curious.

“I haven’t been getting any sleep. That incident stirred up my nightmares again. That doesn’t mean that I had the right to yell at you though.”

When you mentioned the nightmares, he turned to look at you over his shoulder. When you finished apologizing, he stood up and moved to hug you.

“Thank you for apologizing. Is there anything I could do to help?”

“I don’t know. I just want to sleep.”

“Then let’s go take a nap,” Owen turned you away from the outside and led you back into your bedroom.

“Ok,” you were just so tired. And you were glad that Owen forgave you for earlier. Hopefully, he could help you now.

[green-eyed-whumpster]

Febuwhump: Day 10

- Caretaker had never understood why whumpee hated whumper so much. Whumper was only trying to help, it wasn’t their fault that whumpee was hurt. They always cried and pleaded whenever caretaker left them alone with whumper, and caretaker was beginning to find it upsetting that they wouldn’t trust caretaker’s friend. 

But when they were doing laundry one day they wandered into whumper’s room and found a diary lying open on their desk. And they wouldn’t have thought anything of it, if they hadn’t noticed the word ‘punish’ written at the bottom of the page. 

The most recent entry turned into the first entry and before caretaker knew it they had read the entire ordeal that whumpee had been put through, but at whumper’s hand. They almost didn’t believe it, they couldn’t, but they had to know for certain and began rummaging through the rest of whumper’s things. 

The collection of knives, lighters and restraints were overwhelming, and when caretaker accidentally jabbed their finger with the uncovered point of a syringe it finally clicked. That they had fallen for whumper’s lies, and single-handedly extended whumpee’s torture after promising them safety. 

“Do-do you believe me now?” 

They whipped around on their heels and made eye-contact with a pathetically hopeful whumpee. 

“I’m so sorry,” They gasped, walking forward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. It’s all my fault.” They reached out to whumpee and hesitated, guilt clutching their skin painfully. 

“I’ll get you out, I promise, this is all my fault, please forgive me.”

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

“You have to let me go,” you could see that both Joe and Nicky wanted to protest your statement but you cut them off before they had the chance. “I’ll be fine. You guys aren’t going to just leave me behind but right now you do need to move. It’s a simple equation — I’m too tied down and you don’t have the key. Go.”

Nile and Andy, who were watching the doors, both frowned over their shoulders at you but didn’t move any further. You knew that they understood the necessity of leaving you behind momentarily. They didn’t like it but they were more practical than emotional.

“You must have left your senses elsewhere if you think we’re just going to leave you alone. It has always been all of us or none of us. Why would we change that now?” Joe was leaning over you, smoothing a palm across your forehead, wiping away the blood that had been gathering along your hairline. Nicky and Booker were being more proactive and were still searching for a key to the many locks and chains holding you down.

“Why not? What are they going to do to me? Kill me? Been there, done that. Go. Kill the people involved, find the keys they’re probably still holding, then come back. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” you rolled your head away from Joe, the most movement you could do. Your eyes caught Booker’s and he slowed in his search, reaching out to grab Nicky’s arms. After searching each other’s eyes, Nicky came over to Joe and started to pull away.

“What?” Joe sounded surprised that it was Nicky pulling him away from you but after another silent conversation, his shoulders slumped. He pointed at you, “you better not move from that spot. And no more dying today, you hear me?”

“I’ll do my best. Now go,” you gave them a smile as they stalked out of the room you were in. You knew they would be back.

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You screamed. It was against your will, not wanting to give anything to the people who now had you in their possession, but you screamed.

It hurt. Everything hurt. The ends of your hair to the tips of your toenails, muscles you didn’t even know that you had hurt.

That was what they wanted after all. To hurt the one kink in John Wick’s armor. Whoever they were, they knew that the best way — the only way — to get to John was to go through you. And it was so very easy to hurt you.

You weren’t like John. You didn’t have the training, the experience, the sheer grit it took to resist the torture you were under. You had already spilled everything that you knew regarding John. It wasn’t much but you knew that John would rather have you talk than have you dead.

It didn’t seem to matter, however. They had stopped asking you questions hours ago. You thought it was hours ago at least. It was hard to keep track of how long you were gone though.

You thought that maybe you had been in captivity for a couple of days all told. They had grabbed you from the park — you were waiting for John to come back from picking up lunch when they had melted out of the woods. They were good, nobody else noticing that anything was wrong. You saw just a glimpse of John’s face hardening before the men surrounding you shoved you into that car. It wasn’t long after that before they had knocked you out.

When you woke up, you were tied down on a concrete slab and the men had started with questions you didn’t want to answer and a fondness for breaking bones, removing fingernails, and electrocution whenever you waited too long to answer.

Now they just seemed to be taking enjoyment in hurting you — and they were very very good at it.

You screamed again. It was all that you could do.

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

“Shawn, I don’t feel so good,” you had to place your glass down. It had come on suddenly but it was real. Something was wrong. You were helping Shawn and Gus with their latest case and were attending a party with them.

You had only put your glass down for a minute, under Shawn’s watch so you could answer a phone call. When you got back and took a sip however, it tasted slightly different.

Now you were clutching your stomach, sliding to the ground.

“What? What’s wrong?” Shawn helped lower you to the ground safely.

“My drink. Something is wrong.”

“Call an ambulance!” Shawn leaned over you, “hey, hey, hey. Focus on me. Don’t go into the light now. You can’t leave me!”

Gus came back into your sight with his phone in his hand. It was getting harder to focus.

In fact the last thing you saw was Shawn calling out your name.

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You were tired. The battle had been long already, a seemingly endless stream of robots and monsters and grunts with guns, and it didn’t look like it was going to end any time soon. The bodies were piling up and yet they still kept getting replaced. It had been like this for hours and you were lagging. You didn’t have the stamina to keep going like the rest of your teammates did.

It was that exhaustion that caused you to miss the blast that sent you flying.

---

Wanda could only watch in horror as you slammed into the wall, her hand rising to cover her mouth. She raced over to you, collapsing to her knees next to you. As she did, a wave of her power flowed from her. It closed the portal that was the source of all the enemies the team was facing and it was a sign to the rest of the team that something was wrong.

They started to congregate behind Wanda. Stark and Romanoff went to collect the Hulk, hoping that Banner might be able to help. Barton and Rogers had kneeled next to her, reaching out to you, trying to help. Wanda curled over you, silent in her grief.

Despite knowing that the medical help came as quickly as they could, Wanda felt like the battle that caused your injury was longer.

---

“We don’t know. Head injuries are funny like that -- a little gash can bleed for hours, a slam against the floor could be shaken off, a hit like this could be nothing. Or it could mean everything. We won’t know the extent of the damage until they wake up,” the doctor continued to talk about the injuries you had received in the battle.

Wanda didn’t care. She had heard enough. A coma. A coma where you might never wake up.

She didn’t notice the tears that were pooling in her eyes and tracing their way down her cheeks.

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

The roar that sounded out from behind you froze you to your bones. That thing was closer than you thought was going to be. Trading quick looks with both Clyde and Minnow, you reached back and grabbed Joel’s hand.

“Let’s move it,” you tugged the man behind you as you followed the path Clyde was taking. Whatever made that sound was something that you didn’t want to meet. It sounded big and vicious.

And fast.

It was coming up on you quickly. You risked a look over your shoulder to see if you could spot it. You didn’t see anything that could explain that sound but you did see Joel lollygagging behind the group. You doubled back for him, exasperated. That useless boy was gonna get himself killed. He was lucky that he was cute. And that he had a super cute dog.

“Run. Don’t look back. Just run,” this time you kept hold of his wrist as you yanked him along. You weren’t going to let him just die. You just got him almost trained up to be useful.

“What is that thing?” Joel finally got his running legs on and managed to keep pace with you.

“Not really the time for questions, is it?” you picked up your pace, now that he was keeping up with you.

“Yeah. yeah, you’re right. Not the time for questions. It’s time for running,” even when he was agreeing with you, you still kinda wanted to smack him.

“Not time for talking either. It’s running time.”

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[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

“I wish I had never given you a chance,” your voice was low and vicious, aiming to wound. But the words rang true. You really did wish that you hadn’t given him the chance to woo you, to charm you, to make you fall in love with him.

Not when this was the outcome.

Not when it meant that you had fallen into bed, into love, into marriage with HYDRA.

“Now baby, you know you don’t mean that. You love me,” Brock was standing in the middle of your bedroom, still packing up duffle bags with clothes from both of your closets. When you had burst into the room with your gun aimed very carefully at him, Brock had frozen for only a brief second before he was back to moving. He was sure that he could make you see reason, see that believing in HYDRA was a good thing, was something that could change the world for the better. “I know that you don’t understand everything right now but I need you to trust me, to know that I’m making the best decision for us, for our family. HYDRA-”

The gunshot was silent and so was Brock. He could only stare down at the growing stain that was spreading across his chest, slowly sliding to the ground. When he registered your boots standing over him, he looked up at you.

“I told you. I wish I had never given you a chance. But I only give one and you wasted it.”

He didn’t see the second shot.