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LATER — J. TORRES IMAGINE

SPOILERS FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD BELOW THE CUT

synopsis: you knew the risk of being with an avenger, and what it came with, you just never expected such a drastic change in two separate aspects of your life could happen so close together

warnings: brief pregnancy mention, mentions of burns, critical injuries, mentions of death

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two weeks.

two weeks was all it took for your life to completely change in more ways than one, and both involved your fiancé.

just the night before he left with sam, disappearing for god knows how long to pursue his dreams as the falcon alongside captain america. you knew what went down that night, you knew what happened.

it was all still a blur, however, with joaquín being off grid and unable to contact you as you sat alone on your bathroom floor, clutching two positive tests; one digital, one rapid. pregnancy now consumed your body, and you weren’t even able to share the news nor the first time experience with the love of your life.

your mom knew as soon as you did, calling her frantically crying which forced her to step out of her office to console you. you then told your best friend, who lived just thirty minutes from you. she came to your house as soon as she had found out, and the two of you sat together while you talked about joaquín and the baby growing inside of you.

but nothing, not even the adrenaline and fear of finding out you were pregnant could prepare you for what you faced next. you don’t think anything on the world could’ve prepared you, quite frankly.

what you immediately noticed was the sterility of it all. the clean floors, bright white walls with pale blue curtains everywhere, the smell of hand sanitizer and antiseptic. the hallways were long, especially the one that led to the observing room, where you now sat, watching joaquín being worked on with his body surgically cut open and tattered from battle.

you knew it was bad, from the moment you saw it on TV. it was funny, seeing your fiancé on TV as you felt a sense of pride, before it was quickly replaced with utter fear and a wave of nausea worse than your morning sickness. from the initial impact, you thought he was dead.

and he was dead, for two whole minutes on the OR while they desperately worked to restart his heart. you wanted to bang on the walls, jump in, save him yourself, because you were so convinced that just your touch would heal him. you wanted it to, so badly, but that just wasn’t possible for an average human like you.

so while he was coding, you could do nothing but curl into yourself, sobbing as you helplessly watched the surgical team resuscitate him. the two minutes felt like two years, but seeing the doctors shoulders slumped and seeing the monitor spring back to life with his heartbeat made you slightly calmer.

you didn’t know when, but at some point sam had entered the room with you. he was quiet at first, watching them operate on joaquín, before he settled in the chair next you and held you while you cried. it had been the first time since finding out about joaquín that you had some sort of comforting contact with another human, and it made you crumble.

in between sobs you told sam you were pregnant, and it was then that sam had held it together before letting a few tears slip. “you’ll be able to raise this baby with him,” he followed up with, determination and hope in his tone. you couldn’t tell if it was true or not, but you needed the consolation even if it wasn’t.

another hour passed by, where bucky barnes had stopped by just to give his support. you didn’t tell him about your pregnancy, but you could still tell he was earnest in the way he had approached you and briefly supported you.

sam stayed until the surgery was over, and when it was, your tears had dried by that point, leaving mascara streaked down your face. you had thought to yourself about the fact that joaquín knew more ways than one to make your mascara run, and the morbidity of it all made you chuckle.

now, sitting in the hospital room that joaquín occupied, another week had passed since his surgery. you didn’t allow yourself to go home for the first few days, making your friend come to give you clothes from your house. it wasn’t until sam brought up the fact that you should rest, considering your pregnancy, and it was then that it clicked. you needed to rest and reset for you and the baby.

after your brief reset at home, you found yourself feeling lighter and more comfortable, a nice meal and a hot shower was exactly what you needed. you picked back up on your prenatal vitamins, and had a newfound pep in your step walking toward joaquín’s room.

the door didn’t even creak as you opened it, just the small click of the door being heard. but what you couldn’t hear at first was the sound of talking, so quiet and low you brushed it off as next door. his room was quite big, so the closer you got, the louder it got.

“joaquín?” you called out, setting your purse down by the door and coming out from behind the wall that blocked you from seeing his bed. walking from behind that wall and seeing him, so alive and talking to sam made your heart lurch and your eyes tear up. “mi amor,” he spoke, voice slightly raspy but a smile plastered on his lips.

“oh my god,” you cried, walking over to his bed and almost collapsing on top of him as you carefully hugged the side of his body that didn’t have burns running down him. with his one good arm he hugged you back, the heavy brace restricting him but not enough to the point where he didn’t squeeze you tightly.

pulling back from the hug, you grabbed his face in your hands, a watery chuckle escaping your lips as you analyzed each and every one of his features. his hair, unruly and grown out. his cheekbones, his nose, the moles dotted across him face, his eyes, his smile. just him.

sam slipped out of the room which went undetected by you, now just leaving the two of you alone. “i’m okay, i’m alive,” he muttered, taking one of your hands away from his face and kissing your palm gently. whether he noticed it or not, you didn’t miss the way he also started to toy with the ring on your finger as he held your hand in his.

“you’re okay,” you nodded, brushing his curls away from his forehead. “you scared the hell out of me though. your mom too,” you then declared. you noticed the way joaquín’s face fell at that fact, the obvious and very true fact that he did have a brush with death. you figured you would talk more about it with him later as you took notice to his fallen face, and rather focused on the fact that he was just here with you now.

“i know, im sorry,” he whispered, casting his gaze down at the sheets. “don’t. just, be here with me now. we don’t have to talk about it right now unless you want to.”

joaquín shook his head at your suggestion, and now it was his turn to caress your face, a half hearted smile gracing his features. “later,” was all he had to say, and you didn’t press it anymore, and you found yourself curled up into his side after he had pulled you down with him onto the small hospital bed. you couldn’t be more happier and relieved.

whether “later” was meant for that specific topic or any other one, you decided to wait on sharing the news with him. because, honestly, you weren’t too sure if he was ready for the news yet, not because he couldn’t handle it, but because you knew and he knew that later would always be an option now that you were with him.

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I'm a whore 😭

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i need a cold shower after watching danny ramirez’s filmography.

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am i making you feel sick? - L. Castellan

summary: when percy arrives in the infirmary in critical condition from a scorpion sting, you find out who was behind it all

warnings: book spoilers, betrayal, angst, that's literally it

side note: kinda got the inspo from the song, bc the whole betrayal of it all "am i making you feel sick?" kinda gagged me tbh and this idea was then conjured up so... i hope this isn't trash lol

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you sat in the hermes cabin for close to an hour now, having no clue where your boyfriend was. he'd been m.i.a. the whole day, and even when you had asked chris about his whereabouts, you'd come up empty handed.

the soft blue plaid of his sheets brought you comfort as you traced the yellow lines that ran vertically down the expanse of his comforter. they smelled of luke's cologne, warm and soft yet masculine, it matched his personality perfectly.

an hour bled into another thirty minutes, and by then, you were dozing off. without worrying about being bothered by any of the other kids in the cabin, you snuggled up into his comforter, letting your eyes fall closed. he's just busy today, you told yourself as your breathing fell even. the hermes cabin was a lovely environment to fall asleep in, despite its constant chaos. the warm environment reminded you of your grandparents house, one that you probably wouldn't visit again.

but, just before you could fully drift off, heavy and fast footsteps boomed on the oak floors, startling you up into a seated position. you originally thought that it had finally been luke, but you were wrong. it was chris, instead. "we need you in the infirmary," he spoke breathlessly, yet you could hear the subtle break in his voice. the urgency made your heart jump into your throat, and no words were exchanged as you jumped out of the comfort of luke's bed, following chris.

upon arriving at the infirmary, most of your siblings stood outside. it seemed as though you were the last one there, and you really wondered just how bad it was. your brother marcus was head counselor for your cabin, a year older than you. he was the first person you saw when you barged through the doors, barely holding it for poor chris behind you. "what happened?"

"a scorpion stung percy. annabeth brought him in just ten minutes ago," he said, hanging his head down low. your heart sank at the news of the young demigod being in such imminent danger. "what- how? is he okay?" you felt the bile in your stomach reach your throat. something felt off about this, and you didn't know what but it made goosebumps rise on your skin, yet your hands grew clammy.

marcus nodded, but his eyes grew teary and cloudy before dropping eye contact with you. that didn't help the growing uneasiness in your core. if he wasn't going to give you a straight answer, you pushed past him to go see percy or annabeth, two kids you knew would be straight up with you.

you saw the pale boy laying on a cot, with chiron and annabeth at his side. no other campers, except for a few of your siblings were in the room, so you rushed to percy's side. because he had grown close with luke, he had grown close with you too. he was your unofficial little brother, and the sight of him so sickly made your heart clench.

"hey, perce. how are you feeling?" you asked, bending down to push some of his curls out of his face. his forehead felt hot and sweaty. he just shrugged, not wanting to give much of an answer. "better, but tired."

you nodded, pushing a few more curls away from his face before deciding to let the poor boy rest. looking away from him, you looked at the worrisome faces of annabeth, chiron, and mr. d. everyone was here, but luke. where was luke.

before the question could even leave your mind and out of your lips, chiron put a hand on your shoulder. "come, child. i need to speak with you." he held something of sorrow in his eyes while looking into yours. he shifted his gaze to chris, an unspoken sentence shared between the two of them, that immediately had the boy following you out alongside chiron.

they led you outside of the infirmary and to your cabin, which was a little less than five feet away. their silence was making the pit in your stomach grow larger by the second. you decided then that you couldn't take it any longer, so you spoke up. "what's going on?" your voice wavered more than you would've liked it to, but it got the point across.

you looked from chris to chiron, and noticed tears were falling from chris' face. he looked down at his shoes pitifully, his hands coming up to wipe away the stray tears. that only made some of your own well up in your eyes. "chiron, please."

"the scorpion that attacked percy..." he trailed, "it was luke's. he tried to kill him, and he is the one that stole the masterbolt. he's been working with kronos this whole time."

his words pierced your skin, yet bounced off all at the same time. your immediate reaction was to laugh in disbelief, but your eyes betrayed you as silent tears started to fall. "no, he wouldn't do that, i know him," you argued, watching the way chiron sighed deeply and hung his head low. chris' eyes met yours and you could see the glossy distance in them, making your heart shatter. he pulled you into a hug, much like luke would, and initially you tried to fight him off.

"you're lying," you spewed at chiron, like hot venom coming out of your mouth. "chris, stop crying, get off of me! he's lying, he's lyi-"

it was then that your words caught up in your throat, your limbs going numb at your poor attempt to pry chris' arms off of your body. the sobs that left your throat were those that only happened when you lost a loved one, and in a way you did. "i truly, am, so sorry," chiron whispered, pursing his lips as he watched you cry in chris' arms.

maybe you should've seen this coming. after all, he hated the gods for what they did to their children; sending them off on dangerous quests, never seeing or talking to them. just the pure fact that they ever conceived of their many children that they would just neglect made luke angry.

but out of all this hatred, no matter how much he despised the gods, he was still luke. your ever-loving, sweet boyfriend that wouldn't ever hurt you. so when the realization hit, it hit hard. not your luke, anyone but him. the golden child, the best swordsman at camp.

am i making you feel sick?