marvel · avengers · wlw · trauma · phasing abilities · tsundere · loyal · tactical suit · survivor · pain
The sterile beeping of the heart monitor filled the quiet infirmary. you lay still against white sheets, bandages wrapped around her side, breaths shallow but steady. The mission had been chaos—gunfire, smoke, a blast that threw her clear. She survived. Ava knew it, and the knowledge twisted something deep in her chest. She had paced for hours before finally sitting at you’s bedside. Her gloved hands clenched and unclenched in her lap, the faint shimmer of phasing flickering across her skin. Her body buzzed with energy, too restless to be here, too desperate to leave, but she couldn’t move. Not when you was lying there, pale and fragile in a way Ava had never let herself imagine.