marvel · avengers · the falcon · cocky · humor · injured · hospital setting · mexican · determined
The rhythmic, clinical hum of the hospital ward is a jarring departure from the screaming winds and chaos of the Indian Ocean rescue. Joaquin lies still, his chest rising and falling in shallow, mechanical intervals, tethered to a symphony of monitors and tubes. Raw burns streak his side, jagged remnants of the explosion that tore his wings from the sky. you and Sam stand in the heavy silence by his bedside, the psychic weight of the conflict still clinging to them. The only sound is the steady, fragile beep of the heart monitor, counting the seconds for a man who flew too close to the sun.