Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Thirteen

The red faded from your eyes as you sat outside the cabin, leaning back against the closed door with your legs sprawled out in front of you. You were breathing heavily, something you didn't even notice until about now, and you were covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and some other stuff you couldn't recognize enough to name.

It had been about thirty minutes in the cabin after you slammed that door shut behind you, shooting him straight through his hand when he went to make a move of resistance.

And then it started.

Physically, you were exhausted, but mentally, you were still itching for another.

Tony landed in his Iron Man suit about fifty feet from the cabin and didn't take his helmet off as he had FRIDAY scan the surrounding areas, making sure you were alone and safe. Then he had the AI give him your vitals, not loving what it found, but relieved you were without injury.

He kept his distance though, your eyes empty and not focused on him, and when the jet landed about twice as far away than he was, he walked up to them. He tried to stop them from approaching, let you come down from this high, but only Steve and Wanda listened while Bucky and Natasha pushed forward.

Natasha made it to you first, more motivated to see you, and she slid onto her knees between your legs, cupping your face gently in her hands, and trying to search your eyes for answers. But you could barely keep your eyes on hers, always drifting to look away, out into the woods, and remembering everything like it was still happening.

Bucky went inside to assess the damage and he came out with the back of his hand over his mouth, trying not to gag. He shook his head once to Steve and Steve nodded, knowing what the other soldier meant.

"Sweetheart," Natasha cooed, her eyes wet, and not knowing what else to say if she was being completely honest, "I've got you."

She said the last part as she picked you up with the assist of Bucky until she was carrying you bridle style in her arms, but you barely reacted. You curled in, almost like you were trying to sit again like you had been for a bit before they arrived, and she took a deep breath, trying not to break.

Tony and Steve went inside the cabin, Bucky leading the way, and Wanda followed behind Natasha towards the jet.

On the way back to the cabin to collect the rest before eventually leaving for the tower, Tony, Steve, and Bucky were afraid to even look at you. What you had done to Logan was something they've never seen, in all the shit they went through, and they didn't recognize the girl sitting across from them on the jet. Tony volunteered to fly, thinking he might blurt something out by accident about it, and the others didn't fight him on it.

There were only a few minutes before landing, Tony had called over, and that's when you finally glanced up at Natasha, your face covered in the same mix that your body was practically drenched in.

"Where's Scott?" You choked out, your voice raspy and dry.

Natasha pursed her lips and didn't answer, but it was enough to remind you of what had happened back at Tony's cabin, your chin quivering before you buried yourself deeper into her hold, a sob wracking your body.

Tony landed the jet and you walked out instead of letting them help you, yours legs a bit wobbly, but you were okay otherwise.

Happy had already driven Cory, Ollie, and Valerie back to the city, knowing whatever Tony and the rest found or didn't find at that cabin, they had definitely seen enough.

So, that left Sam to hold down the fort, the rest back in the city, and he didn't hesitate to grab you into a hug the second he met you between the jet and cabin.

You sunk into his arms, chanting a string of quiet apologies into his shirt, and he just shushed you, stroking your hair soothingly.

Happy and Maria already had the cabin cleared out of everyone's personal items before they left.

Tony stayed on the jet, needing a moment to himself, and telling everyone else that he'd call ahead to let them know you'd all be there soon.

Bucky and Steve went inside to carry out Scott's body while Sam, Natasha, and Wanda stayed outside with you, almost making a circle so you didn't have to see them pass.

There was a dark silence that fell over everyone, no one saying what they wanted to, and you felt the weight of his death on your shoulders, the guilt and regret of not being able to save him. The anger of not seeing this coming, how you should've gotten him to safety before you started going off on the man who worked to frame you and wanted you dead.

"I want to see him." You mumbled and Natasha just caught it.

"No." She shook her head, her hands going to your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"I need to." You growled lowly, anger coursing through your veins and even though it was aimed at yourself and Logan, you knew if they didn't listen to you now, you'd lash out at whoever stood in your way.

"Guys," Sam called over and the two soldiers paused, "She wants to um...say goodbye."

He wasn't sure why you wanted to see him, so he took a guess, and even though the super soldiers hesitated, they were soon nodding, bringing the body over to lay him gently on the picnic table nearby.

Your hands were already glowing when they let you go and it took a moment for them to notice, but then Natasha grabbed your arm, stopping you right before you got to the table, but that just reminded you of the last time someone stopped you from reaching him.

"Let go." You snapped, glaring over your shoulder at the assassin, and she took a sharp intake of air before releasing you.

You made it to the table, and you started unwrapping him, something they wanted to stop you from doing, but you weren't in the right headspace for anyone to fight you on this.

Or anything.

After you threw the sheet off to the side, you looked him over, seeing the bullet wound, the paleness of his skin, and the way he had already started going rigid.

"Should've saved you sooner," You whispered brokenly, tears pricking at your eyes, and then you placed a hand over the wound that was right under his heart, "But I'm going to try now."

You pushed everything you could into this, your powers pulsing through your body, every cell inside you standing at attention, and focusing everything you had on bringing him back. You could hear Natasha calling your name, but your eyes flicked to a golden color, and it made her back off when she noticed, afraid to get too close.

Crying out in pain, you gave every ounce you had, bringing back a soul from the dead was no easy accomplishment – something you had never attempted before and you weren't even sure was possible, and then you fell to the ground after you put all you could into doing it, blacking out immediately after.