"Where's my mind? Where's my mind? Where's my mind? Where's my mind?" -Billie Eilish, bellyache
Sirens whirled in the distance, the sound of New York calming you as you breathed your exercise.
"Steady," Dr. Hailee said. "Y/n, no!"
You yelled in frustration, losing your concentration in breathing and slamming your fist on the table.
"We'll fix this," Dr. Hailee said, jotting down notes.
"There's no way to fix it," You said quietly, burying your head into your hands.
"Deep breaths," Dr. Hailee said. "Again."
"How will we fix this?" You said, looking up. She sighed.
"Patience," She said. "Time. Have you ever watched the meditation videos Dr. Strange does?"
"No," You answered. Dr. Hailee nodded.
"I recommend it," She said. "Again."
You sighed a shaky breath, extending your arms and closing your eyes.
"Breathe," Dr. Hailee said. "If you can feel your breath on the end of your fingertips, you're breathing far enough. If you can't, you're not breathing enough. Breathe in the rhythm of beach waves."
I should have known.
Your eyes opened in terror.
That was not your voice. Someone else's.
I'd leave alone.
"Y/n?" Dr. Hailee said. "Are you okay?"
Just goes to show.
"Who's there?" You whispered.
That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe.
You stood up, racing out of the therapy room, past Bucky in the waiting room, and onto the streets on New York.
You ran on the street, in the opposite direction of cars, ignoring the yelling calls from Bucky.
You couldn't save me but you can't let me go.
"Stop!" You yelled.
Cars beeped at you, roaring past you as you continued to run.
Was I stupid to love you?
Images of bloody bodies and people falling off buildings echoed in your mind like a slideshow. You yelled again, falling onto the street, cars swerving around you.
"Y/n!" Bucky yelled.
Was I reckless to help?
"Stop," You whispered.
Was it obvious to everybody else?
"No," You whispered, getting up, and running again.
That I'd fallen for a lie. You were never on my side.
"No, no, no!" You yelled. "No side!"
Fool me once. Fool me twice. Are you death or paradise?
"STOP!" You yelled, grabbing your head and falling.
Now you'll never see me cry.
There's just No Time To Die.
White. Quiet.
No sounds of sirens.
No sounds of roaring cars.
No sounds of Bucky.
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Bellyache--Steve Rogers x Y/N
Action~Based on the song by Billie Eilish (I recommend you listen to it.)~ You always regret going on missions with the Avengers, because you always get a bellyache after killing. Good guy or bad guy. You always get sick, throwing up, refusing to eat, ref...
