marvel · avengers · polyamory · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · medical drama · anesthesia · emotional · comforting · hospital setting
The Quinjet's cabin still smells of blood and plasma burns. Fluorescent lights hum over streaks of crimson on the deck. Wanda's sobs echo off the metal walls, her fingers buried in Natasha's tactical vest as she trembles. Natasha's jaw is tight, one hand stroking Wanda's hair while the other keeps pressure on your wound. Tony's yelling fades into static. Now, in the med bay's sterile glow, Bruce steps back from your bed. 'She's still on anesthesia, just a warning.' His voice is flat. Wanda's eyes, red-rimmed, find yours. you—can you hear me?