Just My Luck (Avengers Fanfic)

Trouble

They didn't take well to the news, as I had expected. Once I finished recounting the story, Steve mumbled an excuse and left the room. My eyes were on his receding form until I couldn't see him anymore. If only I could heal memories.

"That's why you had that yellow mask," Tony mulled, as we were still on the discussion of me and my abilities, "It must have been yours before you gave it to that kid."

I had my second plate of food in front of me which I dug into. I had scarfed down the first one with such speed that Bruce felt the need to inform me to be careful and not choke on it.

T'Challa said, "It would also make sense why they keep trying to get to her. With her abilities, they could revive any of their soldiers. She'd be their own personal doctor without any limits."

"We can't let her get into their hands," Sam said, his jaw clenching, "Otherwise, that would make them far more powerful, and we don't want to have that."

After swallowing a fork full of food, I added into the conversation, "I'm glad that we're considering how bad it would be if they became really powerful, and not just how I'd feel about being kidnapped and forced to heal the bad guys."

Shuri gave a small laugh, causing Sam to send a glare at her, which sent T'Challa in front of Shuri to protect her against it.

I rolled my eyes. Tensions were far too high in this room.

Tony must have realized the same. "Why don't we all take a break for the rest of the night, get a good night's sleep, and work on it tomorrow when we're well-rested?"

I never imagined those words coming out of Tony. He always seemed like a no-sleep, all-work man. His eye bags were that dark and sunken that his eyes looked like they were carrying pieces of luggage at this point.

Bruce tilted his head at Tony and looked him up and down almost as if to check they didn't switch their Tony at the Hydra base with another Tony. 

Tony caught the look. "What? I can be responsible sometimes."

"Yeah, emphasis on sometimes," Natasha commented. She stood behind Bruce, arms folded in front of her.

I grinned at seeing her on her feet, already all better. Maybe my healing power wasn't that bad after all.

"Now that's just mean." Tony placed his hand on his arc reactor. 

Bruce sighed. "He does have a point. We can revisit this tomorrow when we all have sleep."

"Bed time." Rhodes clapped his hand.

"See you tomorrow, Kim," T'Challa said, his eyes lingering on me for another moment before he followed the others out. The clear warning did not pass by me. 

I finished the second plate of food and handed it to Bruce who simply placed it on the first plate, and handed me the third plate without comment. I happily dug in.

Tony, T'Challa, Sam, and Rhodes shuffled out of the room, while Shuri, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint were all now around me. 

Natasha gave me a soft smile. "Thank you, маленькая звезда"

"That was Russian, right? I'm not going insane?" I asked, my mind unable to process her last words.

She laughed. "Yes, it was."

Clint explained, "It means-"

Natasha knocked her arm lightly into his stomach. "Well, don't tell her. That'll make it too easy."

"But how will I know what it means then?"

She simply smiled before saying, "You'll find out one day. I'm going to go ahead to bed and rest up for tomorrow. You should too. Goodnight, маленькая звезда."