[𝟭.𝟮] 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖆𝖔𝖚-𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

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"—11 Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and the group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos when the attack occurred—"

Y/N was sprawled back on her bed, staring at the ceiling as the news played loudly. She kept overthinking about the mission as guilt gripped her stomach, making her feel sick and grimace.

"Steve, go away," she muttered when she felt him stand behind the door of her room, "I'm fine."

"You're definitely not fine," Steve spoke through the door, "For one, you called me 'Steve', and two, you're listening to the news."

"I'm fine," she insisted, "Could you check on Wanda? I can feel her guilt in my head— Sam, that means you too. Go. I'm fine, guys"

"How'd you know I was here with Steve?" asked Sam.

"I can hear you rehearsing what you're about to talk to me in your head," Y/N rolled her eyes and sat up, "Go away, you two."

She heard Sam say something to Steve and fading footsteps.

A figure in red phased right through her wall and appeared beside the TV in her room.

"Vision!" Y/N held a hand over her chest to calm her hammering heart, "You scared me !"

"I'm sorry," Vision apologized, "It wasn't my intention. I just wanted to see how you were doing,"

Y/N hung her head with her lips pressed in a thin line, "I'm alright, Vis. Just go back. I might hurt you," she stared down at her palms.

"You could never hurt me, Y/N," Vision gave her a warm, comforting smile.

"But I hurt those people, didn't I?" she turned back to the TV.

"May I?" he indicated at the empty space on the bed beside her. Smiling, she patted it, motioning for him to go ahead and take a seat.

"—If we don't respond to acts like this—" A news reporter spoke into the mic, "What authority do enhanced individuals like Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N have to operate in Nigeria?—"

"God," Y/N grimaced, "They really hate me, don't they ?"

"If it's any consolation, I don't hate or dislike you, Y/N. I could never," the synthezoid said truthfully, "We're best friends. Remember? "

"Yeah, I know, Vis," she grinned, "You're my favourite too. Don't tell Sam though, he'll flip out."

"I'm still here," Sam spoke through the door, "And, I heard that!"