I wiped my cheek with a wt wash cloth and looked at my cheek. Somehow, the wound had already started to heal, My swollen lip was going down and my nose had stopped bleeding. How was this possible. A wound can't heal that fast.
I lifted my left arm to touch my lip and screamed out in pain. My arm had a dent in it and was bruising. "My god." I whispered to myself. Tears ran down my face.
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"Bruce, what is it?" I asked. His face was pure confusion. "Y/n, somehow you have healed a shattered wrist, a broken arm, and a fractured collar bone in a matter of minutes. This isn't possible. Your wrist now only has a few hair fractures from the biggest breaks..." He explained.
"Is- there anyway that-" I stopped, "Nevermind." "How did you say this happened?" "I, uh, tripped over the sidewalk and a car drove over my arm." I lied.
"Uh huh sure. you know you can just say that Oliver beat you." "I don't know what you're talking about." I stood up, "I have better things to do." I left to go find Yelena.
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FanficSteve Rodgers X Y/n but y/n is a teenger with a dark past and friends in low places, and she may have to use them in order to keep people safe. but what will be the cost?
