James Barnes/OC
Marvel AU
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Alouette Clementine has battled severe illness for most of her life, but she never let that stop her from living it to the fullest. She was wild and carefree, never failing to shine a bright light on the darkest moments...
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 pulls his scrub cap off, probably having just got out of surgery with another patient before approaching her. "Natasha Romanoff?" He asks, and she nods.
"Yeah. Is Alouette okay?" She asks.
He sighs, looking down, "She had a minor seizure, but that's not what we're worried about."
She becomes panicked, "Well- what's wrong with her?" She runs her hands through her hair, messy due to the sprint from the subway station to the hospital. She would, and always did, drop everything for Letty.
"It would be better for her primary doctor to explain everything to you. He knows more about her condition and could explain everything better."
"Okay," she breathes out, nervous at the mention of her condition. She starts following him as he walks, leading her to Alouette.
He delivers Nat to a room where she can see Letty sitting on a patient bed, hooked up to an I.V. She see's Dr. Banner beside her, writing in a chart as he takes down her work up results.
Letty sits up farther, smiling at Natasha when she see's her. "You didn't have to come- you have work."
Natasha walks up to her, flicking her arm lightly, "Don't be stupid. Are you okay?" She looks mainly to the brown-haired doctor.
And while Dr. Banner had an answer of his own, Alouette couldn't deny the absolute mortification of seizing in front of James. Not only was it embarrassing, but she felt horrible for having put them in that situation.
Banner sighs, "Well, she had another seizure- which isn't good considering it's only April and it's her second one this year," he takes his glasses off, folding them into the pocket of his white coat. "I had her get a cardiac MRI, just to be safe, and thought I should wait for you to show the results."
Bruce Banner had been Letty's surgeon since she was seven, he was the one that diagnosed her and pulled her through all her operations.
Both girls trusted him with their life, or in Letty's case, heart.
"Well I'm here," she tells him, anxious to figure out why he had a worried expression plastered to his face.
He nods, pulling out a black laminated scan and pushing it onto a board, switching on the light to show an image testing of her heart and the surrounding muscle.
Letty stares at it, she'd never seen it before, she'd always chosen not to. But, seeing it now, she couldn't deny that it was beautifully crafted. Intricately woven within her heart muscle and desgined poisonously deep within her valve.
