Wayward Devotion

part twelve: resent

"I just wanted to say sorry," Fitz states solemnly, "it really was the only choice."

"What was?" You tilt your head at the man.

"Erasing your memory," he states, as if it's obvious.

"You erased my memory?" you ask, baffled.

-

"What the hell is going on?" Sam storms into the cell, looking over to you. You can tell he's angry, and don't exactly blame him.

You put your hands up slowly, looking to make sure Ikaris does the same. Begrudgingly, he does.

"Yeah Y/N this is wrong," Bucky agrees sarcastically in a monotone voice, "Sam is totally right." He adds on boredly, not moving from the doorway.

"Radio silence for-"

"Sam pleas-" You try to cut him off.

"Fourteen hours!" He raises his voice to end the sentence.

"No messages," he continues, "no phone calls, nothing. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I get you're upset-" You try to make your case, but he cuts you off again, actually angry, "Explain. Now."

"We didn't do anything unjustifiable," you point to the couple, keeping your voice steady, "they erased my memory. I swear."

"She's right," Ikaris agrees, arms now crossed and standing behind you, as if on his toes for an attack.

"So you kidnapped them?" Sam asks.

"I wouldn't consider it a kidnapping," you argue, "they are adults."

"Then you abducted them!" He throws his hands out, before pointing to them, "this isn't a good look Y/N. They'll be agents on the way soon."

In your defense, you didn't really have time to let the Avengers know about your plan. Things happened too fast.

"We don't need much time," Ikaris offers, "let them confess."

"That's easier said than done," Sam replies, slightly cooled down, "there are technicalities."

"I don't give a shit about technicalities," you nearly whine, putting your hands down, "we need a team meeting. Now."

"I agree," Bucky calls out from the doorway.

You turn to Sam and give him a look. He meets your stare and puts his hands up, "conference room," he concedes, "I'll deal with them." He looks over to the cell and back to you.

You thank him before leading Ikaris out of the jail cell, your hand in his. You make your way into the conference room to see Phastos, Bruce, Kingo, Ajak and Sprite already there.

"It's good to see you're okay," Bruce greets and you manage a small smile.

"I don't know if I'm okay," you admit, "but I think things will start to make sense soon."

You feel Ikaris squeeze his hand on your thigh, so you place your hand on top of his, squeezing back gently.

Ikaris could tell you were tired, but he felt exhausted. Whatever contraption Fitz had put him in took a toll.

It's almost as if he was electrocuted from the inside out, leaving his bones aching and frail. He's been down in fights before against deviants, but this? This made him want to lay in bed for twenty hours.

More specifically with you in that bed with him.

-

Ikaris' mind feels foggy, almost disconnected as he comes to. He tries to lift his neck, but it's restrained against the bed, and all of his limbs are too.