Dropping to the floor, your arms pulling Beatrix close to your chest searching to feel her heartbeat. ‘Hold on, Hold on doll, don’t you dare leave me.’ Your voice cracking as your tears fall from your face to hers. ‘I love you Bee. Don’t leave me.’ You helplessly prey as you cry out. A chill soaks through your skin, into your bones.
The distant sounds of sirens fill the air as the blue lights illuminate the skies. The world moves in slow motion around you, time freezing as it all comes crashing down. Thor and Clint pull at your shoulders, ripping you away from Beatrix as the paramedics rush in to tend to her wounds.
Were you too late?
In a trance you don’t remember getting to the hospital, Pacing back and forth down the corridors you don't even register your clothes still drenched with the stains of Beatrix's blood. Too anxious to sit still you run your hands through your hair, facing Steve pleading, ‘What the fuck is taking them so long? Why can’t I see her?’
Imagining her laid on the cold hard table as doctors fought to save her, your mind frenzy as it goes wild.
Trying to help calm you down Steve hands you a plastic cup filled with coffee, placing his hand on your bicep ‘They will come get us as soon as they have something to say Buck, All we can do is wait.’
You know he is trying to help, but the words reiterate how powerless you both stand. Shrugging off his touch you move towards the back of the waiting room, leaning on the arms of a wooden chair as you try to catch your breath.
‘Mr Barnes’ One of the surgeons calls out as he pushes open the large double doors. Taking you through to a separate room your heart sinks as he explains the complications and injuries they were facing. Your face now whitening as you stare at the wall. Steve asks, ‘Is she going to be ok?’
His voice drowning against your thoughts. ‘The next 24 hours are crucial. But she is stable for now if you would like to see her?’
Your mind is unable process what is happening. Your chest tightens as a dark pain spreads through your heart. Heading into the room where she lay, so delicate and pale against the blue bedsheets. The mellow tone of the machines ringing out, listening to her heartbeat, you drop to your knees.
She was alive.
Your eyes lingered over the twisted wires, cables and tubes flowing from Beatrix, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes welled, too scared to touch her in case it was all some cruel nightmare. Your voice whispers as you brush her cool fingers with yours.
‘Doll...I’m so sorry’
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
