Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers- Enhanced

(Song: Goner by Twenty One Pilots
Requested in the A/N)

Steve's gripping the chair so hard he thinks it might break. "How'd this happen?"

"The attacker was enhanced," Natasha murmurs, keeping her eyes down as she speaks. "He got into our minds. Like Wanda, but worse. I only experienced it for a second but I can still feel the-" she twitches and Steve nods.

"And (Y/n)? How long?"

"Minute. Hours, even. I don't know. But she's not talking to anyone and whoever tries, she.."

"She what?" Natasha doesn't answer and Steve picks up the chair and throws it across the room in a burst of anger. It shatters and Natasha flinches. He then whirls around, eyes wide. "Answer the question!"

"She blinds them," She says shortly, looking up to peer inside the room where (Y/n)'s being kept. There's still blood on her hands from the last guy they sent in. "She gouges their eyes with her fingers,"

"We have to fix her," Steve mutters, walking up to the one way glass and presses his head against it. "We have to,"

"I don't think we can, Steve-"

"I need her, Natasha," He says softly, shoulders stiffening when you sit up and then look right at them. "She's different,"

Natasha shudders as you grin, eyes shutting and you lean against the wall, motionless. "You think I can't see that?"

"Call Fury," Steve meets Natasha's eyes through the reflections and holds her gaze. "Please. Call him,"

"I can't, Steve. You know that. And even if I did, he's no help here,"

Steve growls, slamming his hand against the wall and rubs his eyes. "Is this permanent?"

"I don't know. She hasn't showed any signs of improvement and it's already been a month. If anything, she's getting worse,"

"So, what? What are you going to do with her?"

Natasha places a hand on Steve's shoulder and sighs. "I don't know,"