Not Quite Dead, Not Quite Alive Pt 2
A/n: so like I’m very proud of this chapter😭 I hope y’all enjoy it too.
Paring: really isn’t one, just all the avengers x the fem reader.
Word Count: 2,761
Warning: angst,I think. Uh there’s gonna be blood and graphic descriptions(obviously) and some sadness
Part one Part two. Part Three
Inside the Quinjet
“Wait, wait Tony stop the jet!” Nat ran down the aisle, Bucky and Clint right behind her.
“What, why?”
“Y-Y/N is still back there! She’s been shot.” Clint jumps in.
“She’s dying!” Bucky adds.
“Dying?” Wanda stood immediately from her seat in disbelief.
“Shit!” Tony cursed under his breath. “How many of them are out there?”
“Too many to count,” Steve shouted from the doorway leading to the cockpit. “They just keep coming and coming.”
“Double shit” at that moment Tony was about to stand himself up, only for him and the rest of the crew to be knocked back down again. Red lights flashing and sirens blasting through the jet.
“What’s happening?” Peter stutters out
“Oh fuck, they have missels.” He bluntly states.
“They’ve got out left wing, we’ll be able to make it to South Carolina, but after that we’re falling.” she explains as he frantically tries to keep the aircraft from crashing into the ground.
“Wait, but Mr. Stark,” Peter stepped up, “We’re going back for Y/N first right?” Tony went silent.
“We’re going back right, Tony?” Natasha repeated the question.
Everyone stood still as the sirens continued, waiting for an answer.
“Wasn’t she like a daughter to you, Stark?” Sam chimed in.
“She was like a daughter to me-”
“Then turn back, damn it!” Bucky interrupts.
“Turn back and get her-”
“If I turn back now we‘d crash and would have no way making it back-”
“Bullshit!” Wanda steps closer.
“I’m just trying to do what’s best for the team!”
“Then go back! She’s a part of the team too, Stark.”
He had fallen silent once again. He kept going forward as planned. Once the rest of the team caught onto what his silence meant, they walked back to their seats where they too sat in silence.
Like said, they had crashed on a grassy field in South Carolina. Prior to the crashing Tony Had called for Rhodny to bring another quinjet to bring them the rest of the way home. When he made this announcement to the team, who were then sitting on broken pieces of the jet that had come off or sitting on the grass itself, some nodded and some just stared. One thing for certain was they all kept quiet.
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“Sir, she’s still breathing.” Said the gun man kneeling next to your almost dead body. He wore all black with a bulky bullet proof vest decorated with pockets. Black gloves covered his hands as he held the gun. This is the uniform the rest of them wore.
A long minute of eerie silence passes as the man thinks of a response. Though he already knew your team was gone he looked up anyway.
“Take her inside and take her to the basement”
The gun man stood up and waved two fingers to some of the bystander men.
“Oh and-” he adds in just before leaving, “Take...that with you.” He lazily waved his hand in a circular motion In the direction of your jaw.
“Yes, sir”
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The sunlight shines through the cracks of the curtains. Allowing the rays to lay across your sleeping eyes, causing you to open them. Looking over to the night stand you see your phone screen flat against the wooden surface. You reach over to lift it a bit to get the time.
10:21am. Wow.
I usually never sleep this late. My internal clock always wakes me up around 6(you can thank school starting early for cursing you to deal with this in your adulthood). Mindlessly staring at my phone I noticed the battery was at 10%, I usually charge it before going to bed. Probably I was too tired to do it, most likely from a mission…
But I don't remember going on one.
I quickly rise from the bed and swing my legs over the edge. Elbows placed on top of my knees and hands covering my eyes as I rub them. Now standing to have a quick stretch I turn around to fix my bed.
The grey comforter neatly spread out, pillows puffed and rested against the white headboard. It’s almost like no one was even in it. Untouched.
“Now when did I do that?” I scratch my head as I ask the question. Turning my attention towards my dying phone I reach for my cord and plug it in. Holding the phone close to my face now waiting for the charging symbol to appear. And when it does I place it back down, screen side up now.
I looked over to the mirror that was attached to my dresser. I wore a white cropped tank top that stopped right above my belly button while my burgundy sweatpants stopped right below it, the white drawstrings keeping them from falling.
“God, I don’t feel like changing. I just wanna eat and watch tv all day.” I threw my head back and rubbed my eyes once more. Turning back around to exit I see that my phone is unplugged and laying on its frontside…. even though I plugged it in…. right? And I swear I turned it over.
“That don’t make no goddamn sense,” I whisper, “Am, am I losing my mind or something?” I reach for the cord on the floor and plug it back into my phone, the percentage now at 9%. Looking at the time it’s now 10:29am. I put the phone down and leave the room.
I walk into the common area to be met with...well nothing. No one was there, though I could kinda expect it since it was late into the morning. By now everyone was probably doing their own thing. Weird thing is the TV was still on,it was playing a movie I really loved. From the angle I was in I couldn’t see anyone on the couch. I walk to the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal. I grab a glass bowl from the cabinet and place it on the counter. Turning my attention away to grab a spoon, I toss it to where the bowl is-er, was. I think? The sound of the metal spoon rattling against the marble countertop drew my attention away from selecting my desired cereal. (either Lucky Charms or Cocoa Pebbles).
Natasha had been mindlessly thinking while having Heaven is Real playing in the background.She knew it was one of your faves for she put it on. That “mindless thinking” was actually her taking a trip down memory lane.
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“Y/N, how many more times are we gonna watch this movie?” Tony groaned
“What, you don’t like it?” You said with a grin
“It’s not that it’s bad or anything it’s just-” Steve was interrupted by Bucky to finish the sentence.
“We wanna see something else”
“Yeah, old man? What movies from the 40’s were so great back in ye ol’en days?” You teased.
“Hey we got Bambi and Pinocchio,” he crossed his arms.
“And we got the Twilight trilogy, sooooo??” You pucker your lips and slowly wave your hands in a circular motion.
“The what?.” Old man moment.
“That's for next movie night!” You shout.
“So are you gonna change the movie?” Sam asked with a smile.
“Yeah, Y/N I can’t keep defending you like this.” Peter states, you to look at him in fake hurt.
“Oh Pierre, is this who we are? Is this what we represent?” You said in fake disappointment,
“No, we are still watching Heaven is Real!”
“Steve, do something.” Natasha begs.
“I’m only captain on missions. I’m helpless here.” He sinks a bit into his seat as he lets out a small chuckle.
“I say we throw a mutiny” Tony suggests, “Civil War in this bitch” he grabs a handful of popcorn and throws it at you. The action soon brought everyone to doing it. Everyone laughs while you let out small squeals.
Popcorn now covered the coffee table, the carpet, the couch and the team. Some had gotten stuck in your hair. As everyone settled back down, one question was posed.
“So, who's gonna clean this mess?”
Everyone stopped and looked to each other, then to you, then to the movie. You knew exactly what was gonna happen then~throwing the bowls onto the ground, they all rushed to stand up from their seats, Sam and Bucky jumping over theirs, and quickly ran off into their rooms. Leaving you with the buttery mess.
“Goodnight!” Wanda yells.
You lean back into the couch and let out a breathy laugh as you stared back to the movie.
“Well I’ll be damned” the smile stuck to your face as you shook your head.
“If y'all didn’t want to watch the movie you could have just said that.” You sarcastically say to yourself. You look to the floor and pick up the bowls from the mess.
“Love y’all.”
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She had been laying horizontally on the couch that had its back towards the kitchen. Eyes red and puffy from the crying she’d done. Hugging the pillow in her scrunched up form. She let out a shaky sigh and closed her eyes.
“sorry” she whispered, letting out another muffled cry. But when the sudden sound abrupts from the kitchen she jolts up to look over the couch and into the area.
“Hey!” She shouts to the direction.
“Clint? Is that you?” She shouts once more. She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes as she tosses the pillow aside. Now walking over she fixes her black T so that it is over he black sweats.
“Clint you good-” she stops mid sentence. Eyes wide as she looks around the kitchen.
“Oh, hey Nat!” You smile, “Sorry if I startled you, I thought I had put the bowl on the table before tossing the spoo-”
“What the hell?” She whispers to herself. Confusion washed over her face as she walked around the counter supposedly looking for something.
“Nat, s’everything alright?” You asked as you watched her look under the counter.
“I thought I heard something...” she trails off as she walks back to her original position in front of the counter. She looks in your direction.
“Yeah, you did, it was my spoon.” You point to the silverware, or at least where it was. Now it’s your turn to be confused.
You look back to her as she walks closer to you.
“Are you mad at me or something?Cause I don-”
You trail off as she reaches for the fridge handle and opens it to grab a bottle of water.
“Am I losing my mind or something?” She groans as she closes the fridge.
“Funny thing is I said the same thing-uh, hey where are you going. ” You were growing more frustrated.
“Nat,” you yell as she walks into the common area, you following right behind her.
“Nat, don’t you hear me?” you yell once more.
“Nat, Nat...” she still kept walking.
“NATASHA!” That’s when you grabbed onto her shoulder, stopping her immediately. She grew stiff as she turned around to face you. But from her perspective she was only looking back to the table the team would eat dinner on. By this point your hands were at your side again. Finally being able to take in her features.
Her eyes red as if she’s been crying on stop. Dried up tears came from the side of her eyes, her nose is red as well has running a bit. Her lips quivered slightly as her green orbs frantically searched for an answer. Her breathing quickens as she can’t find one.
“Nat, what’s going on? Where is everyone else?”
She looks down to the ground. Eyes still wide, as if a wave of realization hit her in the face she walks away with the look of devastation and laid back down on the couch, hugging the pillow once more. You follow of course, not saying anything though as you stood behind her couch. She holds the remote in hand, pressing the rewind button. Rewinding it all the way to the very beginning as she quietly gasped for more air.
“The fuck?” I whisper as I walk away from the couch.
“FRIDAY?” I call to no answer.
“What the actual hell is going on here? FRIDAY!!” Is FRIDAY down or something?
“F- R- I- D- A- Y” I spell out. Still no answer.
“Shit, and all I wanted was a bowl of cereal..” I say to myself as I turn away to the elevator.
Maybe the guys were at the gym.
And you were partially right. Bucky was punching the punching bag. Clint was practicing his archery skills. Initially, everything played out the same as it did before.
“Why is everyone ignoring me?” You question as you lean against the wall. You knew you weren’t gonna get an answer. Then, an idea popped into your head. You pushed yourself from your spot on the wall and walked towards the punching bag that is now swinging sporadically from the vigorous punches from Bucky’s metal arm. Within a second of standing in front of the bag, you were knocked off your feet and laying you out on the ground. The force of your body being in front of the bag forced it to a complete stop, something that didn’t go by Bucky.
“What the hell?” He states lowly. He walks around to the other side of the punching bag, examining it, even cautiously waving his metal arm around(he’d rather lose that one than his human one). Bucky’s actions didn’t go unnoticed by Clint who had looked over at the exact time he had waved his hand.
“You good over there?” He asked as he lowered his bow, he hadn’t been able to get a single arrow to hit the target. Not even remotely close. Some on the floor and others sticking from the wall. He was honestly ready to give up and go to his room.
“Yeah, it’s just..uh.. I thought… eh. Nothing I’m good” he stutters as he walks back to his original spot.
“So no ones gonna help me?” To be quite honest it didn’t even hurt really. Not even when you hit your head on the hard ground. You just sat right up.
“Bucky…….. Clint? Hello”
Taking it to the extreme you stood up and marched over to Bucky, stopping right next to bag. Contemplating if you should really do this. Stepping forward you take the place of the punching bag and take the brutal punch of Bucky’s fist. The sound of bones breaking filled the space of the gym, an agonizing pain overcame Bucky as he gripped his wrist. A loud yet short scream leaving his mouth. Clint looked over when he heard the sound of bones popping.
“Fuck! Was that you?” Clint had asked.
“Shit, yeah, yeah I just- I’m gonna head to the infirmary. ” and with that he left. Clint did soon after he only got 2 arrows on the target within the whole 3 hours he was there.
And there you were, unfazed by the brutal punch that would have instantly killed a person. Still on the ground though. After not having blood run down your nose or a bruised cheek or eye, not even a concussion, you just laid there confused.
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“Get to reattaching her jaw. We’re gonna need every piece of her.” The man demands as the surgeons scramble to find the right tools.
“And also someone clean the mess that’s outside. It’s a pain to see.” He said with a straight face as the other men in the room rush to the scene. He stops one of the men from leaving.
“and, contact the base and tell them we’ll be there in an hour or two.” He pats his shoulder as a sign to leave.
“Yes sir. Contacting Hydra Base from Head 5, we’ll be there in an hour or so….” The guy said into his comms as he exited the room.
“Keep her unconscious after the surgery, we don’t need her remembering anything,” he said coldly, staring at your nearly dead body. Some of the blood had dried on your neck(or what was left of it) but no doubt that your (S/C) flesh is all red. The big blinding lights that towered in front of your body gave your nearly cold body some heat. Dried up tears mixed with blood as the lines from your very bloodshot eyes to your cheek. Your chest slowly rising and falling to the point of it being barely noticeable.
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