Avengers Sick-fics

Disconnection - Reader/Avengers

Set: after Civil War fixup
For: kamryn_eliz LunaraLightTaylor and Soruana

Hi everyone!! Sorry I've been so absent! I was busy but also I'm just happier now so I find I'm writing a lot less. Anyway, enjoy the fic and thank you for all your support!!

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"All right, disabling comms in three, two-" the line fizzled out and (Y/N) switched off her earpiece. She would flick it back on in ten minutes on the dot, else who knew which lucky Hydra agent would see her location or hear her muttering. Ten minutes to disable tracking systems was heaps of time anyway, (Y/N) was unworried.

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"Here!"

"Here!"

A silence followed the roll call as one voice failed to call in.

"(Y/N)? We need a confirmation," Steve Rogers said, sounding unamused at the youngest's antics. Silence followed the command.

"That's an order, (L/N)," received a similar lack of response. Two minutes later, Clint was jogging down hallways towards the lab where (Y/N) was meant to be. A brief tremor ran through the ground and the archer sped up, fearing the worst. The hallway became smokey and Clint's eyes began to tear up, when (Y/N)'s voice crackled over the comms.

"Sorry I'm late! Ran into a minor issue, accidentally blew up a couple of things but I'll meet you all at the designated meeting point if that's still okay?" She sounded out of breath and her words ran together a little too fast but the Avengers were too relieved to question it. She was still out of breath when she arrived outside the compound, but seemingly uninjured and healthy - only some minor bruising on her left hand, which faded into the sleeve of her suit. Nothing compared to Sam's broken arm or Bucky's black eye. Or well, most of the team. Pretty much everyone had some sort of injury, with the exceptions of Thor and Bruce (although the latter had a killer migraine).

So it was no surprise when Steve agreed to debrief tomorrow, after a good night's sleep. And probably most of the day too, seeing as everyone was exhausted. When the jet landed, (Y/N) stumbled off, looking forward to her bed and the antiseptic she kept under her sink. It was just a minor scrape, she was sure.

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Debrief was undeniably depressing. Everyone looked exhausted and banged up. The morale was very low for a successful mission. (Y/N) was wearing an oversized jumper which she huddled into despite Stark's superior heating system. When the debrief was over and (Y/N) had given an abbreviated version of the events which had caused her to report in 10 minutes late, she found herself herded into the kitchen with most of her team.

The younger Avenger quickly decided a hot drink would help still the chills running through her and bee-lined to the kettle for tea (wait don't Americans not have kettles? No idea how you make tea). She quietly filled the kettle, allowed it to boil and then poured it into the mug next to her, feeling very pleased about the sneakiness of her plan. No need to involve the overbearing Avengers. None at all.

"(Y/N)?" Asked a deep voice behind her with a slight accent. He was lucky she'd just put down the kettle (or perhaps he had been watching), because (Y/N) jumped, displaying an unreasonable level of tenseness around her teammates. The other Avengers all seemed organically distracted upon a quick survey, so (Y/N) grabbed her mug and turned to face the ex-assassin. It was an attempt at feigning normality but not a very good one. "Your events didn't add up to the entire time your comms were out." Bucky said.