YOUR POV
Nick has phoned me, I've got a mission. It's me, Nat, Bucky, Tony, Peter and Wanda. I have to wake up Wanda and Nat. Nat is exhausted from sex earlier and Wanda turns her phone off to sleep.
- y/n : Baby, wake up. We have a mission
- Natasha : Mhm
- y/n : No, Nat, I can't get back into bed, I'm already dressed. You need to get up
- Natasha : Ugh
- y/n : I've got to go wake Wands. You need to be dressed by the I'm back my love
- Natasha : Mhm. On it
Waking Wanda up can go one of two ways. She'll wake up pretty easier or she'll use her powers to remove me from the room so I have to bang on the wall until she wakes up.
- y/n : Wands, wake up. We have a mission
- Wanda : What's the time?
- y/n : 4am
- Wanda : I'm up. Go check on you girlfriend. She's still in bed cursing you out for waking her up. Her thoughts are so loud
- y/n : Brilliant. See you down at the Quinjet if Nat doesn't kill me for dragging her out of bed
Nat really likes sleep. She acts like she doesn't but she loves to cuddle and doze off together. We've gotten into the habit of reading poetry to each other while we get ready for bed and then watching Greys Anatomy on TV.
- y/n : Nat, I told you to get up. Come on my love
- Natasha : Tell them I'm too ill for the mission
- y/n : You love your job. Come on. You can nap in the Quinjet
- Natasha : Ugh. I hate my job
- y/n : No you don't
- Natasha : No I don't. I hate waking up at ridiculous times because criminals can't function at normal times
- y/n : I'll let them know that they officially can't commit crimes between 6pm and 6am
It's one of the worst parts of the job. The worst parts is the schedule, the paper work, the danger and the inability to make long term plans. But I love saving people so I love my job.
- y/n : Morning. I bring coffee
- Tony : I love you
- Natasha : That's my girlfriend Stark
- Wanda : Did you get my tea?
- y/n : One Chai tea
- Wanda : Thank you
We're waiting on Peter. Kid needs time to wake up and actually get into his suit.
- Peter : I'm here
- Tony : Took you long enough kid
- y/n : Shush, good morning Pete
- Peter : Mhm
- Bucky : Let's go Stark.
Peter seems like not in a great mood. I know no one wants to be awake right now but we have to put up with it.
- y/n : What's up Pete?
- Peter : I'm just exhausted
- y/n : Mentally or physically?
- Peter : Both
- y/n : Want to talk about it?
- Peter : I'm just under so much pressure at school and then there the Avengers stuff and I'm a little bit overwhelmed
- y/n : That's okay. Is there anything I can do?
- Peter : No, thank you
I don't like to see Peter struggling but there's not much I can do to help. I'll be there whenever he needs someone to talk to and do whatever he asks if it'll help
- Tony : This is another intel recon mission. Romanoff, Peter you're in the vents. You've got to guide Hill and Barnes round the facility. My job is to get you up and down from the vents while making sure our entrance and exit isn't surrounded by Hydra agents
- y/n : Be safe
- Natasha : I was going to tell you to do the same thing. Come back to me
- y/n : I will do my love
- Tony : This is sappy
- Wanda : Shut up. It's cute
- Bucky : Come on Y/n. We're here to do our job You can do your relationship thing when you get out of here
I'm never not nervous for a mission. You never know what could be your last mission.
- Hydra Agent : You shouldn't be here
- y/n : Bet
- Bucky : Tony?
- Tony : They're closing in around you. Get out of there
- y/n : He's down. Let's go Buck
- Bucky : I'm going to jump up into the vents with Nat and Peter and then I'll pull you up
- y/n : Just hurry. I don't need to get stuck down here
- Hydra Agent 2 : Too late
I'll never get over the pain of getting shot. Especially in the shoulder, like damn it fucking hurts.
- y/n : Bucky fucking help me up
- Natasha : Is everything okay?
- y/n : Just get out. Things have gone south
- Natasha : Get my girlfriend Barnes
- Bucky : I can't. REACH FOR MY ARM
- y/n : I CAN'T REACH FOR YOUR ARM IF MINE HAS A HOLE IN IT. I'll find my own way out
- Bucky : Peter
- Peter : I've got you Y/n
Thank god for Peter and his web being able to pull me up into the vents.
- y/n : Let's get out of here
- Natasha : No, wait. Your shoulder is pouring. Let me temporarily patch it
- y/n : Nat-
- Natasha : Shut up. This is going to hurt
The pain of having cotton pads shoved in a bullet wound is almost as bad at the actual bullet itself. The cotton pads have to exert pressure on all sides of the wound to attempt to try and reduce the bleeding.
Authors Note
Have a drink and
a snack please
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