AN: Just continuing from the last chapter.
Sorry I haven't posted in a while!
Anyway on with the chapter!
And that small touch was enough for now...
Footsteps echo throughout the hallway, one set of footsteps. One person.
Bursting open the door it nearly flung off it's hinges by an out of breath doctor, presumably from running up all the stairs. He pushes up his glasses and shoves some of his hair out of his eyes revealing his red cheeks and sweat covered forehead.
Rushing forward towards the two figures sitting in the room he kneels down next to the girl cowering in the shadows hiding from the demons and monsters in her head.
Not the monsters from children's books, not the ones supposedly under the bed and in the wardrobe. No, not those kind of monsters more like the people parents tell their kids not to talk to out in town. The kind on the news when you hear tragic murder stories, the perpetrators and accomplices, those kinds of monster. Real monsters.
"(Y/N), (Y/N) can you hear me?" The doctor inquires softly, she nods slightly in response. A sigh of relief comes from the Doctor as his head bows slightly then he looks up at her again with a knowing smile.
"Кошмары поправятся." "(The nightmares will get better)" He reassures her rubbing her shoulder soothingly wearing a sad smiles this time.
"Will she be okay Doctor?" Pietro asks worried - being fluent in Russian (AN: Why'd I have to search that up to check? -) he understood what the young doctor said.
"Yeah, she should be fine for now although I'll stay with her just to make sure."
Pietro nods towards the doctor then leaves making sure to shut the door quietly on his way out. (Y/N) relaxes slightly in the familiar presence of the Doctor, he makes her feel safer then when she's alone or with any of the Avengers.
Moving closer slowly the Doctor wraps his arms around her shivering form, a small smile appearing on his face when she leans into his embrace slightly wallowing in the feeling of safety and warmth while she can before she's snatched away from it again.
"Мои мысли - звезды, которые я не могу понять в созвездиях." "(My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.)" (AN: Yes I did just quote it)
The Doctor smiles knowing she must've picked that up from a book she'd read, she always expressed herself using other's languages like metaphors and quotes finding it easier to convey things that way.
A low knock on the door was all it took to disturb the peace and her safe haven, hastily (Y/N) launches up from the floor in a fighting stance ready for anything. She nudges her foot against the doctor trying to signal to him that he should move behind her. Denying her accidentally he stands up putting his hands on her shoulders bring them down to her sides from her stance, she looks him straight in the eyes but can see no worry hidden behind the colourful orbs. Only kindness and reassurance, maybe a bit of sadness but no signs of hostility or worry.
That alone is enough for her to loosen her stance and her neutral expression slowly slips from her face, one part at a time.
Another knock echoes through the door accompanied by a voice this time.
"(Y/N), (Y/N) are you in there?" The familiar voice of the redhead assassin enters the room.
"Yes, she's in her with me. Please come in." The Doctor answers with a smile on his face.
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The Ghost Agent (Book 1)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was taken by Hydra at a young age then tortured for almost 12 years and put under Hydra hypnosis turning her into a deadly assassin, maybe better than Black Widow, at one of their most discreet, hidden bases which unfortunately for her turns o...
