( @wildlynaiive ) « semi-plotted starter
THEY’D TOLD HER, over and over, to keep her expectations low. That there was a lot of damage that they were working through, on the most physical levels, to help his brain heal. Shuri had advocated for Becky to visit him, saying that she knew what it was like to be the younger sister of someone extraordinary, but it had taken more prodding on her part and promises to start slow before they’d actually let her go to him.
She’d already come so far just to see him.
Becky had been almost asleep when a knock on her door had jolted her awake, only to find a harried-looking Steve quietly asking her to drop everything and go with him. She hadn’t had many things that were actually hers, anyway; nothing that she couldn’t live without. She asked him to wait for just a moment while she grabbed the one family photograph she’d had, and then had left everything, being explained to after she had boarded a strange-looking plane that SHIELD wasn’t safe, her brother was alive and as close to well as he could be, and they were going to go halfway around the world to him.
After a few days of crying every time she thought of him, she’d finally started asking about when she could see him. The idea was rebuffed at first, multiple times, but she was just as stubborn as she’d always been. Getting flung through time or almost dying hadn’t changed that. — If anything, that had only made her harder: she didn’t have anything to lose anymore.
She made her way down the path with a big basket she’d packed: all of his old favorite picnic foods, because even if he didn’t remember her, maybe he’d like having some of the old dishes. She had to steel herself before she knocked.... he was about to come back from the dead. He might not remember her. But Jimmy was there, and he was.... okay. Ish.
She knocked on the door and waited for it to swing open. Her breath knocked out of her when she saw him, but Becky stayed.... as calm as she could. She remembered the steps that the doctors had made her take when she was still recovering, reminding her that her heart wasn’t what it used to be, and she had to take care not to jolt it too badly. It was all she could do to stare at him evenly instead of gawking, and she smiled, waiting to see if there was any recognition behind his eyes.
