The only good I've ever done (marvel)

T is for Trauma

Blinking her eyes open, she looked up to see Clint leaning over her, a damp, stained, ball of gauze in his hand.

He smiled when she rubbed the goo from her eyes, though he looked pained.

"How is everyone?" She whispered, sensing the atmosphere was nothing but good.

"We took a pretty hard hit. Thor, Nat, Steve and Bruce are all... nothing physical. Tony's a bit bashed up, but you were the only one who got hit bad. You might have concussion, you've got a gash in your head, and your shoulder was dislocated. I dealt with that though. Tony is currently ready to kill you for taking off the suit." Clint murmured back.

She sighed in return. "It was the only way I could... you know." She looked over at Bruce, who was struggling in his sleep.

She stared around the room. Steve was staring into space, Bruce shaking by the floor, Thor rubbing his hands in a corner, and even Tony was sitting, dejected. From where she stood she couldn't see Natasha, and that worried her. Seeing she was okay, at least for the moment, Clint returned to flying the plane, and Maria Hill updated them on the incidents that followed.

Robyn pulled herself up, ignoring the sharp look Tony gave her. Her arm was back in place, though still agonizing, thanks to Clint, but as she tried to stand, the room swam, and she fell back to sitting. At least she could see everyone from here. Grabbing her phone from the sideboard, she quickly found the right number and checked a few texts she'd sent earlier, and as she heard the rest of the conversation, proceeded to shut down any apps that would lead to tracking.

"-there has been no official call for Banners arrest, but it's in the air."

"Stark relief foundation?" Tony muttered.

"Already on the scene." Came the reply. "How's the team?"

Tony replied again. "Everyone's.... we took a hit. We'll shake it off."

Robyn looked over at Natasha, worried for her friend. Over the past few years she'd got to know the closed off assassin a bit better, and they'd grown to trust each other, at least in the heat of battle.

"Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here."

"So, run and hide?" Tony shot back.

"Well until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer."

Tony turned back to the team. Only Robyn met his eyes.

"Neither do we."

"There is one thing though."

He turned back to the screen in surprise.

"Stop off at a nearby field, send me your coordinates. I'm sending you a package. Though I doubt it will help much."

"Alright, thanks Maria." Tony sighed, turning away again.

Soon they were dropping down, and landing in a deserted stretch of land. Tony had offered to fly, but Clint had rejected ether offer, telling him to rest. By the time they heard the drone of another plane only Robyn, Steve and Clint were awake, or at least functioning.

"What do you think it is?" Robyn whispered as they headed down the ramp.

"I can guess," Steve shrugged, his voice hollow. It had been like that since the boats. She squeezed his arm, before awkwardly stepping away, and looking ahead to the other plane. Before they even got to it however, it had flown off, leaving a singular figure standing lost in the darkness, the only light the moon glinting off his arm. Robyn couldn't help herself. She ran forwards, charging towards him, ignoring the agony this was causing to her recently dislocated shoulder, and banging headache.

She wrapped her arms around Bucky, grinning into his shoulder, before pulling away, the smile disappearing, an apology already on the top of her tongue.

"You look way worse than yesterday, what that heck happened?" Bucky groaned at her, but then he smiled instead, and, reassured that she was forgiven for earlier, Robyn hurriedly explained all that had happened. It was only then that she noticed that Steve wasn't beside her, and she looked back the way she'd came, over to the plane, to see him standing there, unmoving.

Bucky followed her gaze, confused as he saw Steve.

"Something... I think you should talk to him. Wanda messed up their heads pretty bad."

"I guess you were right about me not coming then." Bucky frowned, quickening his pace to get to Steve. "Did she get you?"

"No I'm okay. Just a few bumps and bruises."

"That isn't what the bandage says." Bucky shot back, nodding to the white cloth wrapped around her her head.

"That's just to apply pressure, it's just a small cut. Now get lost, Cica, Steve needs you right now."

Bucky replied, "Hideg sonka."

As they reached Steve she rubbed her temples, headache forgotten. "That does not mean what you think it means. I don't even know how you would mistake that..."

He just winked back at her, and, wrapping an arm around Steve to greet him, strode back up the ramp onto the plane. Silhouetted against the soft light from within, Robyn felt something break inside of her, as Bucky and Steve began to talk in hushed tones as they headed inside. She followed, wishing more than anything she had the courage to leave, before she did something she might regret.

Before she let herself love again.