like the dawn
part viii- mission report
“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh
summary: three bug-themed superheroes, another two named after animals, and a flying robot. what’s next, character development?
wordcount: 5.5k
warnings: violence, cussing, google translate, my inability to write serious scenes without making jokes, injury, past death (howard and maria), hydra torture stuff, trauma, insecurities, yk the usual, idk arguing???
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a/n: okay listen i think i have a thing for reader getting hurt during this specific battle 🤭 sue me i’m basic but i had to give u your y/n moment 😌✨ ALSO THANK YALL SM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! i’ll post an event soon but i’m still working out some things love u all hope u enjoy!
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When Steve said he had a getaway car, you expected a bit more than a VW Beetle. Sure, you’re on the run, but there had to be a more conspicuous car to take.
But here you were, crammed into the backseat alongside Bucky while Sam took the passenger seat and Steve drove. How the blond learned to drive, you don’t know. The last time you saw him try to drive was the ‘40s, and he’d almost run you over.
He parks and climbs out to speak to a blonde agent, and you watch carefully as they meet in the middle. The woman opens the trunk of her car to reveal the shield, wings, and your bow. You sigh in relief.
Next to you, Bucky eyes the man in the seat in front of him.
“Can you move your seat up?”
…
“No.”
You were already uncomfortable. Your poor wings were cramped and tired, and it didn’t help when Bucky scooted closer to you to stretch his legs.
“You’re squishing my feathers,” you whisper. He apologizes and scoots slightly away, gently moving your wing before relaxing again.
The blonde agent is leaning in towards Steve. You narrow your eyes. Thankfully, your friend leans away and awkwardly grabs the shield and other confiscated equipment.
“You two are looking pretty tense there,” Sam quips, smirking in the rear view mirror. You don’t respond and Bucky kicks his seat lightly.
He had a point. Why did you care if they kissed?
Steve climbs back into the car before you have an answer, and the whole ride to the airport, you’re stuck in your head.
You know you used to like him- both of them. You remember the countless letters you wrote and how regretful you were over not telling them.
But it’s been 70 years. And after what you’ve gone through, you genuinely weren’t sure if you could love anymore. Or be loved.
It was a miracle that Steve still cared enough about you two to go through all this trouble. To ask even more of him, and Bucky, seemed selfish. That was the last thing you wanted to be to your boys.
Yours. Yours, yours, yours. It had never been any other way. Sure, Bucky went on dates and so did you, Steve often being dragged along, but you always circled back to each other. Always.
Steve finds a spot in the parking garage and you all get out, watching as the door to the white van next to you pops open.
First comes the archer. Agent Clint Barton. You try your best to push down the memories you have of analyzing every Avenger, assessing their threat levels. But by the time he and Steve shake hands your mind has already found three weaknesses on him.
The enhanced girl, Wanda Maximoff, is next. She was on the news recently; about an accident on a mission to Lagos that led to civilian deaths. She’s young. She reminds you of you.
“How about our new recruit?” Steve asks. Agent Barton slides the back door open, revealing a middle-aged man laying on the van floor. He jolts awake, clearly confused.
“What time zone is this?” he asks, eyes widening when he spots the famous Captain. “Captain America!” He excitedly takes his hand, vigorously shaking it.
“Mr. Lang,” Steve responds.
The man never stops shaking his hand. “It’s an honor. I’m shaking your hand too long.” Steve nods, and he lets go but keeps talking at a lightning pace. “Wow! Captain America. I know you, too. You’re great!” He points to Wanda, who smiles gratefully.
Taking another glance at Steve, he ends up awkwardly grabbing his pecs, and you look away as confusion radiates off your friend. He turns back to shoot a look that screams ‘this guy just grabbed my chest’, before resuming the rather one-sided conversation.
“Look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so, thinks for thanking of me.” He waves to Sam. “Hey, man!”
They talk briefly, something about an audition? Tilting your head in confusion, you decide to cut him off before he makes this worse for himself.
“We should get moving,” you announce. Soon after, German floods the PA.
“They’re evacuating the airport,” Bucky translates.
A brief description of your opponents, an even shorter mention of Howard’s son, and Steve turns to the group.
“Suit up.”
You look around. It’s a parking garage. There are seven of you. You frown.
“Where?”
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After a very uncomfortable ten minutes of changing in front of each other, tying Wanda’s corset for her, and accidentally zipping a feather into your suit, you split off. Sam and Bucky head to a terminal. Wanda and Clint stay in the garage, and the new guy, Scott, shrinks down and hops on Steve’s shield, who goes to negotiate with the other Avengers.
And you perch atop the garage, staying well hidden while also having a perfect view of the area.
The Iron Man and the grey suit from earlier confront Steve first. Then the man in the cat suit. Then the Black Widow. Lastly, a small boy (man?) in a red and blue suit. He flips through the air with ease, firing what looks like… Spiderwebs? And rips the shield from Steve’s hands. Alright, enhanced agility, strength, and webs. Weird.
What you can hear of his voice is that of a teenager. A literal child. Even weirder.
In your earpiece, Sam speaks. “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hangar five, north runway.”
You nock a glowing arrow just as Steve raises his arms, sending it cutting through the webs restraining him. While Clint grumbles about you stealing his shot, the arrow lands near Howard’s son.
Scott grows in size, returning it to Steve as you stand up on the roof. Your wings stretch out, casting a shadow along the pavement. You hear the teenager gasp and yell something about his US History textbooks.
He fires a web at you that you dodge, waiting until he gets close enough before flapping your wings and sending a gust of air towards him as he jumps. You sling a disc of light under him that breaks his fall.
He runs off to the terminal next, and you follow, avoiding stray shots from the two advanced suits. The kid gets tossed away before you even make it in, but you soar through the shattered window anyways.
Inside, webbed to the floor, you find Bucky and Sam. Landing next to them, you kneel with a smirk.
“Having fun?” you quip, carefully burning away the thin yet stubborn filaments. They both grumble before you all head back out, meeting up with your team as you sprint for the jet.
You’re stopped dead in your tracks as a glowing beam, similar to your powers, burns a line into the concrete and separates the two sides. A reddish-purple man floats midair. He has a cape, not that that makes you any less confused.
“Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you’re doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now,” he says.
Sam asks what you’re all thinking. “What do we do, Cap?”
“We fight.”
As the two lines collide, you know you can’t go easy on them. A few of them have learned to target your wings, so you resort to stronger blasts to ward them off. You send a particularly brutal one at the flying man, who you think is a robot once you get a closer look.
Curiously, he doesn’t pause or hesitate, but when your attack collides and knocks him backward, he acts shocked.
You stare at one another for a moment, analyzing instead of attacking. But you quickly have to block an attack from Howard’s son, who’s emotionless metal helmet watches your every move. You bend a beam of light into his eyes, taking the opportunity to speed away with no intention of fighting something that shoots missiles.
The man in the cat suit seems to be targeting you and Bucky, needle-like claws slashing air as you duck and dodge. He goes for your neck, and just when you can’t move back fast enough, red energy surrounds him. He’s thrown away, and Wanda jogs up to you.
“Us girls got to keep an eye on each other,” she grins. You smile, nodding, and deflect a repulsor blast with ease. When you get a second to breathe, you spot Bucky on the ground.
Rushing over, you help him to his feet as explosions shake the ground.
“You good?” you ask, quickly scanning him for injuries. His left shoulder is more inflammed than usual, and he has some bruising, but other that, nothing major. He nods, checking you as well.
As more explosions surround you, you grab Bucky and run behind a plane. A large chunk of debris flies towards you, but a quick blast crumbles it into pebbles.
“We gotta go,” he shouts to Steve. “That guy’s probably in Siberia by now.”
“We gotta draw out the flyers,” he responds.
You step forward. “I’ll do it, you guys run.” Both of them instantly protest.
“You’re not going out there. Tony could knock you right out of the air with one repulsor blast,” Steve states firmly. “I’ll take Vision, you two get to the jet.”
Over comms, Sam cuts in. “No, you get to the jet. All of you. The rest of us aren’t getting out of here.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, if we’re gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it,” Clint agrees.
“This isn’t the real fight, Steve.”
Steve sighs. “Alright, Sam. What’s the play?”
“We need a diversion. Something big.”
Scott’s voice pipes up next as you duck to avoid the gaze of the flying robot. “I got something kinda big. But I can’t hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half… don’t come back for me.”
Bucky furrows his brows in confusion. “He’s gonna tear himself in half?” You shrug.
“You sure about this, Scott?”
He sounds out of breath. “I do it all the time. I mean once. In a lab.” Great. “Then I passed out.” Even better.
Peeking past the plane, you watch as he suddenly appears, towering over the buildings, and grabs the gray Iron Man suit. You can hear him laugh from where you are, clearly excited.
“I guess that’s the signal,” Steve says.
You gesture to the hangar. “Then let’s go!”
Staying on ground with Steve and Bucky, you only use your wings to boost yourself along. If you take to the air, it’ll be too easy to be seen.
Another golden beam shoots from behind you, taking out a nearby tower as your heart sinks. Out of nowhere, however, a red cast surrounds it, holding the building together. You throw a thankful smile to the young girl, who nods back to you as you speed up.
But something goes wrong. A loud ringing, and the magic disappears. You throw up a shield as best you can, but you still barely make it under the collapsing tower.
Waiting on the other side is the Black Widow. You remember her sometimes. Or, a younger version. You suspect HYDRA lent the Angel and the Soldier to the Red Room to help with training.
“Natalia,” you greet, guilt weighing down your tone. She smirks.
“Солнце [Sun],” she responds. A nickname. Her words hold no blame. Turning her attention to the blond, she shakes her head. “You’re not gonna stop.”
“You know I can’t.”
She raises her hand, charging the tasers on her wrists. “I’m gonna regret this.”
Her shot flies over your shoulder, attacking the man in the cat suit instead. She nods to you. “Go.”
You fly into the plane first, ushering your boys in as you hurry to close the door. Steve takes the pilot’s seat while you stay in the back. Bucky hovers in between, pacing anxiously.
The advanced jet goes airborne in a matter of seconds, shooting from the hangar as you hold on. Through a screen showing a back-facing camera on the exterior of the plane, you spot the grey suit trailing you.
Sam follows, attempting to take him out, but when a gold beam aims for Sam and he dodges, it strikes the suit instead. With the power source damaged, it plummets.
It reminds you of watching Bucky fall. You open the hangar, diving out as the two protest.
You spiral down, watching from the corner of your eye as the Iron Man and Sam do the same. None of you are fast enough. The suit hits the ground with a loud thud, and you land nearby as Howard’s son cradles his body. His helmet flips away revealing his harsh glare as you step forward.
“Please,” you say, holding out a hand. “I can help him.” You notice the quinjet hovering midair as Bucky watches carefully.
After glancing down to his unconscious friend, the Stark nods.
“Can you open the suit?” you ask. He doesn’t say anything, just talks to something called FRIDAY, which evidently controls the suit. It pops open for you to assess the damage.
Shattered spinal column. L4 through S1. You can feel the pain.
“Well? What is it?” he demands. You reiterate your findings. “Extreme laceration on the spinal cord. Possible paralysis.” You’ve healed worse.
“Well, I’ll get medical on their way,” Stark says. You jump.
“No! No, please, I can help him.”
“How?”
Taking a few breaths, you focus on the bone first. You fuse them, feeling each fragment return to its proper place. After that, you heal the nerves. They stitch together with a simple thought. The bruising is even easier, fading as your breathing calms. Your powers move through the body with your hand, swirling and dividing to heal the injuries. The man wakes up.
“Tony!” he shouts, slowly reorienting himself. He seems shocked to see you kneeling beside him, but quickly understands what happened by the remaining glow from your hands.
You turn to Howard’s son. He meets your gaze, features relaxing.
He nods. “Thank you.” You stand. Slowly backing away, he doesn’t follow.
You fly away in an instant, landing on the quinjet as Bucky helps you stabilize. Closing the hangar, Steve smiles at you.
“Old habits die hard,” he quips. “Always getting everyone out of trouble.”
You can’t help but grin.
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A few hours later, still soaring on the quinjet towards Siberia, Bucky speaks up.
“What’s gonna happen to your friends?”
Steve lets out another heavy sigh. “Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.”
“I don’t know if I’m worth all this, Steve,” he murmurs. A part of you wants to berate him. But you were thinking the exact same thing.
“What you did all those years, it wasn’t you,” the blond insists. “You didn’t have a choice.”
Silence.
“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)? You’re being awfully quiet,” he says. You shake your head.
“Why didn’t you ever give up on us?”
Your words break something in Steve. They give him a glimpse into your mind, how your thoughts seem to be in a constant spiral.
“You’re…” He hesitates. ‘Friends’ seems insulting. A mere fraction of what he feels for you two. But now isn’t the right time. “My best friends,” he finishes.
“We almost killed you, Steve,” you press further. Your wings puff slightly, prickling as your head pulls picture after picture.
The Captain denies it. “No, you didn’t. I would’ve been fine. Besides, you both snapped out of it before that even happened.”
You furrow your brow, volume rising slightly. “You don’t get it. When I healed you, I could feel your pulse dropping.” Your voice shakes.
“You were dying, Stevie.”
His breath hitches. Since that day, he hadn’t known how bad it was. All he knew was that, when he woke up, he didn’t have a scratch on him.
But if it had been bad enough to kill…
When he doesn’t respond, you’re sure you’ve done it. You’ve fucked up to the point where he won’t forgive you.
“I’m sorry,” you say. “I shouldn’t have snapped, I-“
Bucky rests a hand between your wings, rubbing small circles. It forces the tension to leave your body and you slump slightly, still trying to apologize.
Steve puts the quinjet on autopilot and turns back to you.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, you don’t have to apologize,” he promises. “I didn’t know how bad it was.”
“But it wasn’t your fault. The moment you two were out of HYDRA’s control, you helped me- saved me.”
“And I’m going to return the favor.”
As the last words leave his mouth, the jet lands. Bucky takes a gun from Natalia’s set as you sling your bow over your shoulder.
“You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?” Steve asks.
You chuckle. “Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?” He shakes his head.
“Bucky blew three bucks trying to win a bear for you,” he says. The brunet rolls his eyes.
“You said you liked it,” he defends himself.
Incredulous, you shove him. “We nearly froze to death!” The memory becomes clearer. You remember the bear. Sure, it was nice, but what was more amusing was watching Bucky attempt to throw the ball while you and Steve laughed your asses off.
Stepping out of the jet, you approach the door. It’s already open. The other Winter Soldiers could be anywhere.
“He can’t have been here longer than a few hours,” Steve mumbles.
Bucky frowns. “Long enough to wake them up.”
Before any of you step inside the dark hallway, you cast a soft whirl of light down it. It illuminates the walls, revealing it to be empty.
Slowly, you make your way through the halls. It’s odd, you remember them as if they were in a dream, haunting yet familiar.
An elevator ride takes you to the lower level, and the moment Steve lifts the cage door, you’re all on high alert. You don’t even take out your bow, opting instead to sling light into the darker corners.
Bucky leads the way, gun trained on any hiding spots. Halfway up the stairs, you hear a sound behind you.
You all whip around, watching as the door creaks open to reveal Howard’s son.
“You seem a little defensive,” he jokes.
Steve doesn’t laugh. “It’s been a long day.”
“At ease, Soldiers, I’m not currently after you,” he points to you and Bucky.
“Then why are you here?”
“Could be your story’s not so crazy. Maybe. Ross has no idea I’m here. I’d like to keep it that way.” So he’s siding with you. “Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself.”
“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork.” Steve lowers his shield. “It’s good to see you, Tony.”
“You too, Cap.” He turns to you and scoffs. “Hey, Manchurian Candidate, Lucifer, you’re killing me. There’s a truce here. You can drop…”
You lower your hands first, but Bucky keeps his gun raised until Steve nods in agreement.
From there, Tony leads you. His suit is best suited for it, anyway, with scanners and technology you couldn’t believe existed.
Finally coming to the largest room, you and Bucky hesitate. A lot happened here. You got your wings here. Your memories were torn, one by one, from your mind… here.
You step inside.
“I got heat signatures,” Tony says.
“How many?”
“Uh, one.”
All seven cages light up as you get closer. All five soldiers are inside.
The doctor speaks over the PA system. “If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep.”
You step closer to one containment unit, wiping the fog away. The man inside is bleeding from the head. A bullet wound.
“Did you really think I wanted more of you?”
Bucky grips his gun tighter. “What the hell?” You stay close to him, turning your gaze away from the soldiers.
“I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here.”
A small window lights up, revealing the man. Tony fires a blast and Steve throws his shield, but the glass doesn’t budge.
“Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”
Tony circles the stand in the middle of the room. The chair lies at the center.
“I’m betting I could beat that!”
“Oh, I’m sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you’d never know why you came.”
Steve steps closer to him. “You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?”
He doesn’t answer, instead leans closer to the glass to peer at the blond. “I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here…”
“I just realized… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw.”
“You’re Sokovian,” Steve says. “Is that what this is about?”
“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I’m here because I made a promise.”
“You lost someone?”
“I lost everyone. And so will you.”
With that, he clicks a button and a screen lights up. December 16, 1991.
You freeze.
“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead. Forever.”
Tony steps closer, deciphering what he can of the Russian words. “I know that road.” December. “What is this?”
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December 16, 1991.
The Angel of Death and the Winter Soldier were huddled behind a tree. Their target was on route, with a valuable serum in his car. Their handlers had told them that, if acquired, that serum could bring HYDRA further into power.
So there they were. You were tucked behind Winter, wings shivering as you waited.
The moment headlights approached and he affirmed that it was the target’s car, you struck. A beam of light popped one tire and sent the car veering into a tree.
A man stumbled out, begging for someone to help his wife. You ignored him, instead heading to open the trunk.
As you checked the items, Winter attacked the man and set his body back in the driver’s seat. Circling around the car, his metal hand barely grazed your primary feathers as he went to deal with the woman.
You grabbed the case and stepped to the side, watching a surveillance camera. Winter joined you shortly, shooting the lense.
And the next morning, the headlines read all about the mysterious deaths of Howard and Maria Stark.
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After the video ends, Tony jumps to attack you and Bucky. Steve grabs his arm, but neither of you run.
He has every right to be angry. He has every right to want you dead. You know he can kill you.
But you can’t leave Steve.
“Did you know?” Tony asks.
Steve hesitates. “I didn’t know it was them.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers,” the billionaire hisses. “Did. You. Know?”
“Yes.”
And he throws a punch at the blond. Bucky aims his gun, but is blown back. Even though you raise a hand, veins beginning to glow, you don’t attack.
Tony doesn’t either. “Get out of my sight,” he demands. Whether he’s sparing you since you saved his friend, or since you didn’t directly kill his parents you aren’t sure. But you don’t move.
Flying past you, Tony grabs Bucky by the neck and throws him against the floor. He stomps on his metal arm, pinning him before aiming his repulsor point-blank at his face.
In a flash, he’s thrown off, and you’re running towards Bucky while firing more blasts. Steve joins in, blocking his friend’s attacks with the shield.
Tony fires a sort of handcuff at Steve’s ankles, immobilizing him before turning back on Bucky. A missile fires, blowing a support beam to bits.
The freezer units come crashing down, and a part of you can’t help but be relieved. Still, you run to grab Bucky before he’s crushed under the metal.
“Get out of here!” Steve yells. You want to protest, but the brunet grabs your hand, racing away as you duck under Tony’s attacks. Slamming a button, the roof begins to open.
“Grab on!” Hoisting yourself and Bucky into the air, you push yourself towards the exit. Not fast enough, though, as you spot a red and gold suit following.
He kicks Bucky from your grip, and Steve barely manages to deflect a blast aimed at the ex-Winter Soldier’s head. The latter runs up to you, hoisting himself up as you strain to lift him.
“Ну давай же! Просто немного дальше [Come on! Just a little further],” you shout. You can feel the wind rushing in, a literal breath of fresh air.
Just one rung away from freedom, the top begins to slam shut. You drag Bucky away as it falls, cradling his head as you tumble down.
He swings a metal pipe at Tony, but is put in a choke hold just as quickly. You charge up a blast, but the man in the suit speaks.
“Do you even remember them?”
You nod. Bucky wheezes out, “We remember all of them.”
They lurch back, with Steve grabbing on and you following as they plummet into a separate area. You land harshly, wincing at the pressure as you help Bucky up. He’s watching the other two as they fight, unsure about whether to help or stay out of it.
He grabs the shield, leaping to drive it into the suit. You follow, bending light into Tony’s eyes to distract him.
The three of you tag-team it, exchanging the shield and moving in tandem.
For a while, it looks like you could win. But then you and Steve get thrown away into a stone pillar, coughing and gasping for air.
The fight moves between Bucky and Tony as the former furiously tries to remove the glowing circle powering the suit. It doesn’t work, and all he gets is a repulsor blast to the chest.
Stunned, he falls to the ground and is blasted away again. Steve gets up in an adrenaline-fueled rush and puts his all into incapacitating his friend as you crawl towards Bucky.
“Hey, hey, Winter.” You divert to the old name on some buried instinct, shielding him from the fighting. He’s bleeding but you can’t find the source. “You’re okay, it’s okay,” you whisper, voice shaking. Steve won’t be able to hold Tony off for long. Not with his tech.
Right on cue, you hear the shield fly and hit a wall, and Steve gets knocked past you. Running a hand over Bucky’s chest, you heal the searing burns and bruises. But every time you heal one, you find two more.
Steve’s on his knees behind you, looking up at Tony. “They’re my friends.”
“So was I.” Tony throws him again, turning his back on you. “Stay down. Final warning.”
Bucky begins to roll over, even as you protest.
And Steve, stubborn as he’s always been for as long as your memory reaches, rises. “I could do this all day.”
Bucky grabs Tony’s ankle as he prepares a shot, but the latter sends a brutal kick to his face. You yell, blasting his back before Steve lifts him over his head, slamming him onto the cold concrete.
He jumped atop him, throwing punch after punch. He eventually manages to break off the helmet, and this whole whole you’re still focused on healing Bucky’s very, very bloody face.
Behind you, Steve grabs the shield, driving it into the arc reactor. But just as he does so, one last blast of energy leaves the repulsor.
You see Bucky go pale moments before the searing pain in your back sets in.
For a few seconds, it’s too much to do anything but gasp silently. But then you scream.
Your wings had never been truly “hurt”. Sure, HYDRA was rough with them, but they were always considered too valuable to be hit or cut, even as punishment.
The pain stretched from wing to wing, rushing down through your shoulders and back. You aren’t sure when you start crying, but Bucky gently wraps you up in his arms as something inside him snaps at the sound.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s some of the Winter Soldier’s protectiveness, but he whips out a gun and points at both his best friend and the man trying to kill him.
At this point, they’d both separated, watching in fear at how the muscles in your back shook uncontrollably. They held up their hands, trying to calm the man.
“Don’t get any closer,” he warns, casting a worried glance down to you. Your body’s trying to heal itself, but the stress combined with the energy you’ve expended healing him is making it difficult.
Steve kneels. “Bucky, we’re not gonna hurt her.” He turns to Tony, who hesitates before agreeing.
The soldier turns his full attention back to you. Your eyes are glazed over, brain shutting off to compensate for the pain. He curses, lightly shaking you.
“Мне нужно, чтобы ты сосредоточился на своем исцелении, хорошо [I need you to focus on healing yourself, okay]?” he asks, only receiving a weak nod.
You do as he asks, and Steve and Tony watch as the redness and burns on your back slowly disappear. Ten minutes later, your wings have fully healed, but you’re still in agonizing pain.
Bucky looks up, still soothing you, and shakes his head. “This isn’t worth it. If you want someone to blame, blame me.”
“Buck-“ Steve cuts himself off as you groan. He’s right. This isn’t worth it.
Tony eyes the man, analyzing his tone. If what Steve had said was true, then neither of you had control over who you killed. It’s just a matter of whether or not he believes the Captain or not.
Well, as big as this lie was, he can’t recall the last time Steve lied to him. (At least, about something of this importance. Steve was a notorious cheater at Avengers’ Game Night.)
And he can’t help but feel that he owes you for helping Rhodey. Shit.
“Fine. Fine, let’s wrap up this WWE match. We’ll get you all back to the compound… and figure things out from there.” He sighs, partially in frustration and partially because he just nearly got his ass handed to him on a vibranium shield/platter.
At the two friends’ suspicious looks, Tony rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. If anything, it’s just because I owe her,” he says.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Steve helps Bucky guide you to your feet, carefully avoiding your wings. Tony follows behind, just in case any of you try to pull something.
Your mind filters in and out as you limp through the HYDRA base. The moment you pass one room, though, you halt.
“The files,” you murmur. “Evidence- Tony-“ The billionaire peeks up. “You don’t believe us? The video proof is in there.”
You muster up a ball of light, gathering your strength and heading into the room. The same one you and Bucky had raided a year back. Neither of you had dared to go through the tapes showing exactly what HYDRA had done to you, but if that was what it took for Tony to believe you, then so be it.
Tony scans the room, FRIDAY pulling information and pointing out one box in particular. He grabs it and a few others, hefting them in his arms.
Through the hallways that stayed standing, you leave the base, spotting the man in the cat suit handcuffing the fake doctor. His helmet is off, and he offers an apologetic smile to you and Bucky.
“I would like to offer my apologies. It seems this man-“ He glares at the doctor. “-had it in his best interest to tear us apart. My name is Prince T’Challa.”
You weakly shake his hand. The quinjet bay opens up, and you, Steve, and Bucky head on as Tony and T’Challa stay back to discuss where to go from here.
You collapse in front of a bench, gently stretching your wings out onto the cold, metal, floor. The pain is dull now, yet the ache isn’t fading anytime soon.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks, hand hovering over your back between the wings. He doesn’t want to bring you more pain, but isn’t sure how else to comfort you.
You nod, sighing. When you turn and see his hand, you chew the inside of your cheek.
“You can… You can touch them.” You stretch your wing out and he tentatively sets his hand on the peak. He runs his hand down the back, passing over the feathers with a sort of reverence.
“I’ll have to teach you how to help wash them,” Bucky mumbles to Steve. “She can’t reach all of the feathers.”
Footsteps sound behind you, breaking the comfortable silence.
Tony steps out from his suit, straightening the cuffs on his suit jacket and holding his harm tenderly. He raises a brow at the super-soldier pile on the floor of his quinjet.
“Well, Three Musketeers, let’s head home.”
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