Perfect For Me Book 2

Chapter 6

We land in Vienna for the Accord signing two hours before the signing begins. Nat and I walk around the block where the building is located, powerful leaders meeting and shaking hands before walking in the building like the rest of us. 

As we get to one of the highest floors in the building where the Accords would take place, much like being outside, the making conversations and hand shaking got more intense. 

"Ms. Stark, may I take you over to do an interview?"

"Oh, um, sure. Nat. I'll be back, okay?

"Yeah, I'll be here." Ending with a tight lipped smile, I leave with the tall woman next to me.

Coming back from my conversations with many political figures assistances, I return to Natasha and a see a handsome man, I can only assume is the prince of Wakanda. 

"Two people in a room get more done than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move a piano." King T'Chaka appears next to me with a smile on his face. 

"King T'Chaka, It is a pleasure to meet you." I bow my head in respect and I hear him lightly chuckle. 

"Miss Stark, lovely to meet you." The smile from his face never leaving. Then, his gaze shifts over to Nat. "Ms. Romanoff."

"King T'Chaka, please allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria."

"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to do all of this. I am sad that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today."

"Yes, so am I." 

A voice comes over the loud speaker telling us that the meeting was about to commence.

About halfway through the conference, a thought surfaces in my brain.

"Oh, hey Nat, I totally forgot, but I never signed the accords "

"You what?" Just before Natasha had the change to get mad at me for not getting the paper to sign the accords, a scream erupted from the right side of the room.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" 

As soon as I heard those words, my body was not able to process it fast enough before the world around me goes black.

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The warped voices around me get clearer slower then anticipated.

"Her name is Y/n Stark, she is unconscious but breathing. She is stable and now we just need her to wake up."

"Already done." I try to sit up on my own but end up getting extremely light headed.

"Whoa, Y/n." Nat rushes to my side and holds my back to steady me. "Be careful, you took quite the hit back there. They just need to make sure you don't have a concussion of any kind and then you will be good."

The feeling in my head slowly disappeared and I reach my arm out.

" I think I'll be fine. I just need some cold water and some extra strength Tylenol and I'll be fine I promise." Nat leaves my side and sits on a bench next to prince T'Challa. The cut on his forehead and the dismal look on his face make me take in the scene around me.  The gurneys rolling next to me have white sheets over top of them. I got extremely lucky to have survived.

I gather all my mental marbles and walk over to Natasha. As I make my way to Nat, I see an older woman on the ground. From where I am, her hands are scratched and her knee is bleeding through her pants. I power walk over to Natasha and grab a first aid kit from the ambulance near. 

"Nat, I need to find some water and a rag. I'll be back soon." She mumbles what I guess was an 'okay' but I was on my way to the woman. The gravel underneath her bent knee was covered crimson blood. I approach her with no hesitation and helped steady her from falling to one side or the other.

" Hello, I'm Y/n. May I ask how you fell? Just so I can do a proper evaluation."

"Thank you for helping me dear. I'm Amy, I fell because my hand slipped from the railing when  I was coming out of the building. I didn't hit my head but I am recovering from a previous injury of mine." She pulled up her left pant leg where the blood was coming from at an alarming rate. "I fell on the ice in the winter and it reopened."

She was indeed correct. The knee was split across the knee and the blood didn't stop.

"Alrighty Miss Amy, I'm going to get you as good as I can before I get a paramedic over here alright?" she nods her head and lets me attend to her wound. 

As I am putting on the makeshift tourniquet, she starts moaning. "What, what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry you probably have things to be doing. I'm so sorry. I'm a nurse! I should be doing this!"

"Oh no no no miss Amy. It's quite alright. It's my pleasure to be taking care of you right now." I  look at her and smile. "Okay, I am going to take you over there to the medical tent and they can give you a more in-depth medical screening and fix this knee right up. Now I have to warn you, you will need stiches in the knee, alright?" A look of relief washes over her face as I get her into a wheelchair that just so happened to be near us and started wheeling her to the tent. As we are on our way to the tent, she praises my work the whole way there. She is just the sweetest woman who was just caught up in a bad place. Much like the other victims here. 

We get to the tent and I fill the medics in on her situation and they take her away in an ambulance but not before she assures me that she will be sending postcards about her health to the compound. 

As the ambulance drives away and we stopped waving at each other, I head over to where Natasha and T'Challa are but not before noticing a shockingly familiar super solider standing behind a tree. What a dummie. As I get closer to Steve, I could hear his phone call clearer.

"Wasn't Stark with you? Where did she go?"

"She told me she wanted to find some water or something. She should be back soon."

I approached Steve quietly from behind so he wouldn't suspect anything.

"What the literal hell is your problem?" Steve jumps at the sound of my voice. The look on his face is absolutely priceless. 

"Listen, Y/n, this is my business and go back home please. I heard that you got hurt so I think it's best if you just go home."

"Oh yeah?! If it's just your business, then why are you here? Couldn't you have just taken care of your business without stopping over here? I'm not three, and I'm not dull Steve. Contrary to your belief, I can handle things just as good as you, Sam, or anybody else."

"Y/n, I just mean that... this matter is personal to me and you just wouldn't get it. So please, just let me go and go back to the compound." He starts walking away and as suspected, I followed after him.  

"Steve!" He turns to looks back at me with exhaust written on his features. 

"Y/-"

"You're not the only one who knows Bucky."