Just My Luck (Avengers Fanfic)

Half-Dead, but Still Somehow Kicking!

"Kim? The Avengers have been looking for you everywhere! Come on." He waved his hand, gesturing me to follow him. He led me to an elevator which we entered, and then he pressed the top button. "Most of them are in the penthouse, including those that had been in the Avengers Compound previously. They met here to search for you."

I didn't say anything. Maybe if I weren't so tired, I'd have spit question after question at him. However, my bones felt weary, my lungs were tired, and my ankle acted up again, flashing pain every now and then. My mind had crumbled. My body felt heavy. Blood covered my arms. The adrenaline wore off, making the pain come back. The realization of what I had been through also started hitting me. 

Some people had just tried kidnapping me, and it wasn't the first time either. Steve was dead. Gabe was dead. Hopefully, Natasha made it.

I felt numb. Empty. Exhausted. 

I needed a break. If only I could stop time, rest, and then once I recovered, start it up again. The elevator doors opened, and I could hear their voices.

"We can't track down an unmarked vehicle. Even if we could, they for sure must have switched the cars by now." Clint considered out loud. 

Tony let out a frustrated sigh. "First Peter and MJ, and now Kim? We were supposed to protect her."

"We will find her, Tony. Kim and Peter and MJ. We're not giving up. We won't give up on her. I won't allow it." I heard the unmistakable compassionate voice that could only belong to one being in this world, one who I for sure thought was dead.

I broke into a run, rounding up and entering the living room, where the Avengers gathered. The Avengers turned to face the entrance due to the noise my shoes made, slapping the ground. 

"Steve?" I asked out loud, baffled. 

There he stood, closest to me, alive. But I remembered seeing the blood stream down his face. He didn't even have a cut on his temple where the bleeding had stemmed from! 

In fact, he didn't even look hurt, compared to me, who looked like I bathed in cranberry juice.

I sprinted towards him and threw myself into his arms. He caught me as I crushed him with a hug. Before I knew it, I had tears streaming down my face. He's alive!

I pressed my head into his chest while he rubbed my back in circles. "It's okay. You're safe, now. Everything's okay." 

When the memories of what I had spat out at him came back, I pushed away from him. "Steve, I'm so so sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't worry. I know you didn't mean it." He seemed genuine. He then looked me up and down. "Kim, your arms! You've got cuts everywhere! Tony, we've got to bring her to med bay."

"Don't even bother. Just put her on the couch," Bruce said. 

"I'm fine, guys. I promise. These are just a few scratches!" I said, putting my hands up. With that motion, some blood droplets were sent into the air. 

Tony snorted. "Scratches! Those look like really deep cuts."

Bruce asked as Rhodes walked in with a tray of some medical supplies, "Could you please sit on the couch?"

"But I'm completely fine-"

"Kim, please do what he says," Steve ordered, not leaving any room for discussion.

I huffed in defeat, plumped down on the couch, and mumbled, "Alright, alright. No need to get your armor in a twist." 

Bruce crouched in front of me, grabbing my right arm and turning it around to check out how bad the wounds were. I watched as the side of his mouth pulled in unhappiness at what he was seeing. He did the same to my left, before placing it down gently on the armrests of the couch.