We Deserved Better ⤿ Stucky x Reader

prologue

Cold, numb, heavy.. that's how you felt. The sounds of beeping slowly became louder and louder, then the sound of voices in the back. The voices sounded muffled, far away- perhaps in a room over. Your chest started to fall up and down rapidly, strength starting to make its self ever so present in your body as you felt your hands start to shake.

Were they shaking because you were so cold? Who knows. With much effort you managed to open your eyes. It was a slow and hard process, who knew opening your eyes could be so difficult? Once opened it took a moment for you to adjust to the bright lights in the room, it was a mixture of fluorescent and natural you noticed.

Why does everything look so odd? That was the next thing you noticed, managing to move your head from side to side as you looked around as much as you could, heart rate picking up which then alerted the people in your room. Where is this place? You wanted to say it was a hospital, but this isn't what hospitals look like. Every thing seemed so sleek and modern, but, a strange modern. The only way you could describe what it looked like was as if the stark expo you went to in 43' threw up in this room, but extra? Did that make sense? Probably not, gosh, how long were you sleeping for? Last thing you remember was... what do you remember last?

During your intense inner battle you zoned out, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows. "She's awake!" Was what snapped you out of it, blinking rapidly before your gaze turned to a Doctor, she stood to your left, checking your vitals before another Doctor soon walked to your right, he smiled softly at you. "Glad to see you awake, miss." He started, inhaling deeply before continuing. "My name is Doctor Bruce Banner," soon he pointed to the lady next to you, "That is Doctor Helen Cho."

You then heard shuffling at the end of your bed, looking towards the noise and seeing a tall male with an eye patch staring at you, his arms crossed over his chest- it was like he was studying you. It caused a chill to run down your spine and your heart rate to spike, the beeping getting faster as you looked at the two doctors once again before settling your gaze back on Dr. Bruce. You blinked a few more times, trying to figure something out, you went to move to sit up but you soon realized you were strapped down by your arms and legs, panic starting to bubble up. Almost like a flash you started to remember the last thing. A strange big tube? No, a chamber. A struggle, much of a struggle, then cold.

"Please-" You managed to gasp out, tugging at the restraints with wide eyes, these people seemed different from the others, but you can't trust anyone when they have you tied to a bed in a hospital- and a strange looking one at that. A gentle hand was soon placed on your left shoulder, causing you to snap your eyes to the source. Helen? You think was her name had a soft smile on her face, "Its okay- just calm down, nothing is going to hurt you." Her voice was gentle with you, but it soothed you- and you didn't think it would. Swallowing nervously you nodded a few moments later, regretting doing that because it felt as if you swallowed sand and your throat felt like it was torn with glass.

After you nodded your full name was said from the man at the foot of your bed, snapping your head to stare at him. "My name is director Nick Fury, but you can call me Nick." His voice was booming, not loud, but assertive, he was obviously the one in charge. As if the title director didn't make it ever so known. He uncrossed his arms after he stated his name, mumbling to the two doctors to undo your restraints.

With a sound of four clicks you were free from the shackles, slowly and weakly you shifted to a sitting position, keeping your eyes wearily on the three people in the room.

Once you were seated, Nick pulled a chair up to your bed and sat in it- you cringed at the sound of the metal on tile. You noticed an odd feeling, the feeling of being watched. Now yes, there were three people in the room staring at you and watching your every move. But it felt like there was more, you turned and looked around the room again, eyes stopping at a door, who knew where that led to. To the left of the door was a mirror, it was an odd placement for a mirror.. was it really a mirror? Why did you feel like when you looked at the mirror you weren't looking at yourself but through it? After looking at the mirror you had to look away, not wanting to stare at yourself for any longer. You looked like a mess.

You didn't know what lied behind that door, behind those walls. Looking back around the room you finally looked at Nick once more, his gaze was strong and felt heavy, causing you to want to look down at your hands, nervously picking the skin to the sides of your nails. "You went missing in 1946, you were presumed dead in 47'." Nick started to speak once more, his words shocked you. "Its been a year?" You finally spoke, shocked, a year? It didn't feel like a year, it felt like a few months and some days. "No." He spoke with a deep inhale. "Its been 74 years." And just like that, everything changed.