Y/n Hybrid (fem) x Avengers

Chapter 32

Y/n

The super-Hybrid was weakening fast. It's attacks were slower and more delayed. Us Hybrids were still as quick as when we had just started.

"Y/n!" I heard Sylvia's voice from beside me.

I turned. She was looking away from me, over at the entrance of the base. I followed her gaze and felt anxiety rise in me. Bucky was carrying the red-head assassin in his arms, and there was a slow dripping of crimson from her.

"Your arrow friend and the girl with magic are also both down," Sylvia told me.

"What?" I asked, knowing who she meant.

"You need to go to-" Sylvia yelped as the super-Hybrid launched itself at us.

We skidded out of the way, Aliana and Kat jumping on it from behind. It spun around and focused on them.

"No," I told Sylvia, turning my attention back to the super-Hybrid. "They'll be fine. We need to stick to our task first."

Sylvia acknowledged me with a wave of her tail, turning back to face the rapidly weakening super-Hybrid. I saw it turn to face a group of about three. The male with pale grey fur (Jordan) looked at me. I nodded to him, baring my teeth and flexing my claws. He knew what to do. I howled an order into the cold air. The three leapt forward, aiming for its neck. The rest of us jumped forwards, going to pin it down. Everything happened in a quick minute. All I saw was a mass of writhing bodies; greys, browns, blacks, bronzes. Crimson stains. I had my paws on the super-Hybrid's chest, claws sunk in. I saw Jordan lunge his head forward towards its neck. After a few seconds, the struggling body of the blood-stained super-Hybrid stilled. Everyone backed away as if we were a crashing wave on a beach. For a minute, everyone just stared.

Eventually, I said, "It's dead."

"Is it over?" Kat asked.

Everyone's gaze was still on the lifeless body before us.

"Yes," I replied. "It's over."

Upon hearing these words, many Hybrids relaxed, stumbling back and sitting down to tend to wounds. Some transformed into human form to help the injured. I stayed - stiff as a tree - my eyes staring. I heard the crunch of snow as Aliana padded beside me. I dragged my gaze to her face. She had blood splattered over her cream muzzle. Her eyes were stoic. Only the slight twitch of her tail betrayed relief.

"We did it," she rasped. "We fulfilled the Elder's prophecy."

I felt pride. We had. I looked around. All of the Hydra agents were dead or unconscious. I saw a familiar face run over to me, relief plastered on it.

"Peter!" I called, my paws battering the snow as I ran to meet him.

As I reached him, I transformed. Immediately, he pulled me into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured into my ear.

"Yeah... so am I..."

Suddenly, I asked, "What about Wanda and Clint?"

Peter pulled out of the hug.

"They're okay, they just need rest. What about the Hybrids?"

I sighed and looked over at the limp body of one.

"One didn't make it," I replied. "Just one that I know of."

Peter nodded.

"Should we go find out how many actually... y'know?" he suggested.

I nodded, holding his hand briefly.

"Let's go."

Tony

We were in the Quinjet waiting for Y/n and Peter. Natasha, Wanda and Clint were all laid on beds, along with the two escaped prisoners. I went over to Nat's bed, seeing that Bruce was spending the most time by her unconcious self.

"Will she be okay?" I asked.

Bruce sighed.

"She's lost a lot of blood Tony. I know Nat's been shot at a lot but this one barely missed her stomach," he replied. "We can't know if she'll live until she's stabilised."

I nodded, then went to Clint. He was the least injured out of the three. Going over to him, he sat up.

"You good?" I asked.

"Yep, I just got stabbed, y'know, not hurting at all," Clint replied with sarcasm.

Honestly, even injured this guy is out for me. The disrespect is unbelievable for a man with just a bow and arrow.

"You should probably check on Wanda," Clint suggested. "She's better than Nat, but still pretty beaten up."

I nodded, walking over to Maximoff's bed. She was laid, resting, as a heart monitor beeped near her.

"That noise is really doing my head in," she muttered.

"And you can hear Natasha's," I replied.

Wanda sat up with a struggle.

"How is she?" she asked, worry filling her hazel eyes.

"Bruce says she's not stable yet," I replied, looking down.

"Oh..."

I heard her stifle a hiss as she changed her position. Looking back up, I put a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back down.

"Lay down," I ordered.

She sighed and obeyed.

"How are you?" I asked gently.

"Fine," she lied.

"Truth, please?"

"I'm in pain," she honestly replied. "My body aches like fucking crazy. I can't even feel my wounds over the aches."

"You'll get better," I told her. "I can ask Bruce to give you some painkillers?"

"No," she shook her head. "He needs to stay with Nat."

"It's the least I can do," I told her firmly, standing up and going over to Bruce.

He immediately agreed, finishing stitching Nat's wound, before injecting painkillers into Wanda. As I was starting to feel less anxious, I saw Y/n and Peter. Carrying the dead bodies of Hybrids.

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