The only good I've ever done (marvel)

IT's ALIVE!!!

Death is a truly bizarre thing. We mourn for these people who we loved, who we cared about, but yet we aren't mourning for them. It's us we're crying for, because we've been left behind. We never get to hear their laugh again, or see their smile.

And then we bury them, or burn them, never to see a trace of them again, but I've always thought that that isn't true. I think, if you love someone enough, they'll always be there.

And that's why I admire humankind. Because you find hope in the darkest of places, and hold onto it till the end.

And that's just my thoughts on death.

Robyn had died.

She knew enough about science, and blood loss, and fatal wounds to know that she died.

The shot through the stomach was enough to kill her. The shot through the shoulder missed vital muscles and organs, but still, enough to take a while to recover from. And the shot through the thigh was vicious.

And drifting in and out of conscientious, hearing the shouts, the cries, flashes of silver, a man screaming, bright, white lights - and then she heard the beeping stop, and she heard the frantic yelling, and then that was it.

Robyn Diana Ana Jarvis woke up, six days after Sokavia, tubes all around her. She managed to turn her head a little to see a familiar figure slumped uncomfortably in the hospital chair, and stretched her face in a grin despite the pain.

"Wh-what's up with you Cica?"

His head flashed up faster than lightning, and he was beaming, and he leant forwards, and they were both smiling, and for the second time, Robyn tasted the dawn, as her lips met his.

"Well That was long overdue."  A familiar deadpan expression stood in the doorway, and Natasha grinned at them both, Steve and Tony peering over her shoulders.

Bucky fell back into his chair, groaning. "You all saw that?"

Robyn fell back into her pillows with a wheeze of laughter, before flinching, clutching her side in pain. Bucky shot up immediately, and opened his mouth to call for a doctor, but as Robyn made a weak grab at him, he sat down again.

Tony walked in, and kissed her forehead to sit the other side of her.

"How are you feeling?"

Robyn sighed, closed her eyes and leaned her head down on the pillows.

"I've felt worse."

This time it was the lot of them that shared the incredulous look.

"Worse?! You nearly died! Actually did, for a second!"

"Yes, yes, I know, I'm incredible, what the Hell happened?!"

They exchanges looks again.

It was Natasha that stepped forwards.

"We won. We destroyed him. Ultron. Pietro... "

"Is Wanda okay? And Clint and Bruce?"

"Wanda... needs time. But she'll make it. Clint has retired, though he says we're all welcome to visit whenever, and he wants to hear from you ASAP. Bruce.... we haven't heard from him. He hulked out... stole a Quinnjet, then...."

She trailed off, and Robyn gave a sigh.

"Okay. Okay, that's not exactly the best news. Umm... what kind of doctors are in this place? Because I know injury, and I shouldn't have made that." She looked searchingly around the room. "And don't lie to me. I know the kind of Tech we have nowadays."

"They said you were going to die." Bucky croaked, and it was the she noticed his red rimmed eyes. "It got to the point where even a blood transfusion, giving you blood wouldn't help, but they were going to try anyway. And then we thought about it, I guess, and I- it was clear that you... Yeah. So we used Steve's blood. He has the same blood type as you, though that wouldn't have mattered, you're both O positive, but there was a chance that his healing properties might... they might work on you. And Tony and Nat said it was a risk, because of the serum, that you might die in the process, but you were going to die anyway and-"

"Buck. Thank you. All of you." She reached out, placing her hand near to Buckys, so their finger tips were touching.
She gave a reassuring smile, then relaxed back into her pillows, a wave of exhaustion washing over her.

"C'mon." Tony murmured to the others. "We'll let you get some rest."

As they got up to leave, Bucky prepared to stand, but, feeling Robyn clasp his hand, sat back down again, as the others filed out of the room. Tony winked at Robyn as he left, and she rolled her eyes fondly at him in return.

As the sound of their disappearing footprints faded, the silence between the two left behind grew.

"Out with it." Robyn groaned, looking teasingly at him.

"Don't ever- ... WHY WOULD YOU! - just don't- don't ever...." he burst out, eyes searching hers pleadingly.

"If you don't start forgetting you're on a battlefield, in the middle of a battle. And I don't think I'll be doing it often." She winced as she shifted under the blankets. "I don't think I have many organs to spare."

Against, it seemed, Buckys best efforts, a chuckle escaped him, and Robyn smiled back.

Quiet.

"So you love me too huh?"

"WHAT THE HELL BRYN!!!" He burst out again, but this time he was laughing, and the air suddenly cleared.

Robyn continued softly. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

Bucky looked suddenly pained. "It was never a change of heart. I... I just couldn't see what you were saying. You-we... I've never had to hide anything from you. Steve... I can't...-"

"I know. I get it. Tony... yeah."

"And I never got why. I didn't want to hurt you, the same as everyone else, but I never thought about why I could talk to you, and still feel safe. I thought if we got close, that might change, I might have to try... I don't know."

"Bucky. I know threatening people isn't the way you're supposed to do this, but you ever hide something thats hurting you from me... I'm gonna be mad." Her soft tone belied her real thoughts though, and though her tone was also firm, the teasing glimmer in her eye, and the fact she couldn't take her eyes off him showed it all.

He smiled back, watching as she started to fight to keep her eyes open, and yawned along with her.

"K' I'm done. You, um, you staying?" Robyn blushed.

"I... Yeah. I'm staying. I mean— if you want." Bucky returned, his face darkening as well. He awkwardly sat back into the chair, trying to get comfortable.

Robyn looked at him for a moment, before looking down at her hands, where she was tapping her fingers together.

"The bed is.. it's big enough for two."

Bucky darted a look over at her, a familiar smirk in his eyes.

"Oh shut up you ass! You know that's not what I meant!" She burst out, and he, laughing, shuffled onto the crisp duvet next to her, careful not to jog the bed to much. She reached out to flick off the lights, and they lay down next to each other, Robyn in the crook of his arm, their breath mingling, slowing, calming.

Just before she dropped off she heard a soft whisper in her ear.

"I do love you, you know."

And gave a small whisper back: "Love you too."

And in that small room, of a large hospital, the two kids slept.

Because, really, Bucky was 26 or something when he 'died', and Robyn was 13 when the last normalities if her life were torn away.