Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Three

"Move! Go!"

"Okay, would you chill out?" You snapped, glaring over your shoulder at the guy, whose name you found out is Victor Grammer, who shoved you down his apartment building's hallway at gunpoint, "I can't go much faster and quite honestly, I've got a lot on my mind, so a little respect would be nice."

"Sorry," He mumbled, and you nodded, continuing until you reached the door numbered sixteen like he told you, "It's open, go ahead."

You slowly opened the door, not trying to startle anyone who was already inside, and your mind wandered to how lucky it was that it was you getting into his cab and not another agent or someone working at the tower.

Because he'd probably be dead right now.

It was your typical apartment, stepping into the living room from the entrance, and you glanced around momentarily, taking in the minimal décor.

"Patrick!" He called out and a moment later, the empty apartment wasn't so empty anymore as a man to be in about his thirties wheeled into the room from what you assumed was a bedroom.

"Vic, who's this?" He nodded towards you with an unsure frown, his body facing Victor, but his eyes on you, "And what's she doin' here?"

"She said she can help," Victor told his brother-in-law hurriedly, fussing with the newspaper that had been on the coffee table after he shut the door behind you, and you stayed still, completely silent, as he explained, "She works for the avengers and I think she's got some kinda power or somethin' like that witch from the papers and – and she can make you better."

"I ain't buyin' it," Patrick shook his head with an even deeper frown, scanning you over with his eyes, "Does she talk or what?"

"For someone who's here to help you, you're being rude," You told him plainly, folding your hands in front of you, "And another thing," You peered over at Victor, "I don't work for anybody."

"So, you were lyin' to me?" Victor spat, raising his gun again, and you sighed.

"I'm getting real tired of people pointing guns at me," You let your head lulled back with a dramatic groan before facing them again, "So, if you're gonna shoot, shoot, and then we can move on."

"I will kill you, bitch!" He yelled out in frustration, cocking it, and your eyes flicked to his, staring him down.

"I don't respond well to threats," You warned and then looked back and forth between them as you spoke, "So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to cure you," You pointed to Patrick who reasonably still looked skeptical, "Then I'm going to arrest you," You pointed to the man who still had the gun raised, "And if you give me any trouble about it, you'll be sorry...got it?"

"You do realize he's the one with the gun, right?" Patrick chuckled and you pursed your lips, making him mumble, "Sorry, but it's true."

"Shoot me," You told him, eyes still on Patrick until they snapped over to Victor when he didn't make a move to, and you held out your arm, "Fucking shoot me in the arm!"

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?" Patrick spat, knowing his brother-in-law was a little out there, and you probably shouldn't provoke him, "Why would you ask him to do that??"

"Do it or I won't help either of you." You threatened and Victor looked to Patrick in a panic before he was nodding his head quickly.

He aimed, still as shaky as ever, and you winced, ready for the impact, but it took two shots, certainly alerting the police before he gave you a through and through in your upper arm.

"Fuck!" You cried out in pain as your whole arm felt like it was on fire, "Fuck, fuck – shit!" You pressed your opposite hand over the wound in a hurry and a yellow light glowed out of the edges of your hand before it went out, the wound healed, "Okay, see?" You groaned, raising your arm for them to notice the absence of a hole in it and bending it to show you were unaffected.

"Holy shit." Victor muttered under his breath in complete shock, dropping his gun to the floor with a thud.

"So, do we have a deal?" You asked, as if you were really getting anything out of this.

They were nodding, but for some extra insurance, you scooped up the gun while they still processed what they just saw, and you walked over to Patrick.

"Will it hurt?" He asked, peering up at you with eyes full of hope, but a twinge of fear peeking through his demeanor.

"No," You told him honestly, "Might just feel a little funny."

He nodded, inhaling a sharp breath, and you put your hand on his shoulder like you had with Loki, summoning it to wash through him.

You stepped back and he looked down at himself before his attention snapped to your face, slowly rising from the wheelchair.

"Oh my god," He choked out a laugh, getting overwhelmed, and looking to Victor, "It's a fuckin' miracle!"

"Alright," You put the gun on Victor after they shared a hug, knowing the protocol with this type of thing, and not wanting to risk him backing out of the deal, "Ready to go?"

The sirens were already outside, someone having called in the gunshots most likely, and he nodded, giving Patrick one last glance before he let you lead him outside.

The two of you didn't even make it to the staircase before you were surrounded by armed forces and you already had your SHIELD issued badge out, the one that granted you access to the tower, but they seemed to ignore it.

"I'm Y/n L/n, authorized by SHIELD to make this arrest," You explained, about to list off the charges in case they wanted to take it from here, but then one was pushing your front against the wall, Victor just as confused as you were as they cuffed you both, "I mean, okay, if you want to be thorough, but my badge is authentic," You tried, but they weren't saying anything, so you got a bit desperate, "I'm with the avengers, you ass clowns! What the hell are you doing?"

"Y/n L/n, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Victor Grammer and Patrick Leahy, you have the right to remain silent, anything-"

"I wasn't trying to – what is going on??"

"-you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

They were reading Victor his rights too, but his charges only included illegal obtaining of a firearm and you couldn't believe this.

"Call Director Fury," You were still trying to convince them as they shoved you into the back of a cruiser outside and one of them bent down to be level with you before he was going to shut the door, "He'll tell you-"

"Who do you think ordered the arrest?"