Steve Rogers And Bucky Barnes Images

One Week

Warnings - Talks of Suicide, attempt, Needles, violence, medical terms, Seizures, suicide, death
Sorry, lol :)

Everything went wrong when the lab exploded on the mission you were on. The scientist found you first, and pulled you to him, injecting you with something. You went to push him away, but he grabbed a shard of glass and stabbed your leg, your movements haulting as a cry escaped past your lips. Your nerves were on fire, and the pain in your leg was only making it worse, your vision fogging from all the thoughts.

Steve sat up and pushed the shelf off his back, finding flames in corners from the chemicals mixing together with the blast. When he heard your scream, he looked around to find you struggling with the suspect, sitting up faster to get to you. When he made eye contact with him, the needle was left in your chest, and he stood and ran out, leaving you to fight for yourself.

"Y/N," Steve called as he dropped down to you, pulling the syringe out of your chest. He could tell you were fighting for a breath by the way your body was squirming, and your face was turning red. Firmly, he put his hands on your shoulders to keep you from jerking, the touch making everything more painful. The scream you let out hurt his soul, and he winced, hating he was the one who caused you pain. "Sorry, sorry, but you have to stop moving."

"I can-I can't breathe." Your voice was strained and light, sounding like your lungs and airways were collapsing on you. "My leg-"

"It's fine, don't worry," he assured, lying, but assured. When he looked down, blood was spilling on the floor, and smeared all along the clear glass from one of the cases that held viles, showing exactly where it hit you. "Y/N, listen to me. I have to get you to the jet so Bruce can figure out what happened to you."

You shook your head to the thought, and threw your head back, wheezing at the tightness in your lungs. "Don't- don't touch me," was all you could get out before you were thrown into a coughing fit, liquid dropping into the side of your mouth. Everytime your body moved, pain radiated through you, groaning at everything you were feeling as your lungs burned from the breath squeezing passed.

From there, everything went blurry, and you could barely see Steve, only seeing his shadow in your vision as your head lulled to the side. You already felt weak, and it had only been a few moments since whatever it was was injected into you.

Hands were on your cheeks, and your head turned back so you were looking at Steve again, your vision still unfocused as he lifted your head. "I think you're about to start seizing, I need to get you to the jet." His voice was disoriented and hazy as he spoke, not being able to register half of what he was saying.

Your vision went black before you could ask questions, your mind feeling as though it was shut off. There was an iron taste in your mouth, feeling like you were about to throw up just to get it out.

Steve watched as your eyes shut, and your body started jerking, instantly turning you on your side and looking around for anyone else in the room. Sam and Clint were just sitting up from their unconscious states, blood dripping down their temples from the force of the blast that went off. To him, they wouldn't be much help to you until they were checked out themselves.

Tony came into the room, and ran to the two of you the second he laid eyes on the situation. "Details."

"This was in her chest when I got to her, and she was out of it for a minute before coughing up foam. That's when the seizure started," Steve explained as he lightly held your head up, keeping it from hitting the tile ground and busting open. "Scientist got away, go find him while I move her to the jet."

With a nod, Tony was standing again and running out of the room, helping Clint and Sam out on the way. When you eased, your body collapsed in Steve's arms, and you went limp, your hoarse breathing being the only thing that told him you were alive. Still, he put two fingers to your neck to check your pulse, getting a ratio of beats per minute.