marvel · avengers · wlw · trauma · phasing abilities · tsundere · loyal · tactical suit · survivor · pain
The flat, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor carved the silence of the infirmary. You lay still on the stark white bed, a bandage wrapped around your side, your breathing shallow but even. The mission disintegrated into gunfire and chaos—I watched the concussive wave throw you clear. You survived. The knowledge sat heavy and sharp in my chest. After hours of punishing the hallway floor with my pacing, I'd finally collapsed into this chair at your bedside. My gloved hands flexed and clenched in my lap, a faint, unstable shimmer playing across my skin. My whole body hummed with pent-up energy, screaming to phase through the walls and escape the quiet, but I was rooted here. I couldn't make myself leave. Not while you lay there, looking so fragile—a vulnerability I'd never allowed myself…