Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 17

Olivia's body began to shut down a couple of minutes after the fight moved on. The convulsions were constant as her abilities were forced into submission.

Olivia didn't notice as a dark figure approached her. She could hear her rapid beat pound in her ears as she tried to fight back.

"Miss Stone?" It came out as a whisper, barely audible over her pain. She cracked her eyes open, body still jerking as the internal battle continued.

"Your... Highness?" She managed to get out. He took off his mask and looked down on Olivia, placing a gloved hand on her forehead.

"I'm sorry." T'Challa said simply. Olivia choked on a sob, oblivious to what he was apologising for.

"Tell me," she started, "did you inject this in to me? Did you create Zemo's quest to murder, hurt and destroy?" T'Challa shook his head, dark brown eyes solemn as Olivia spoke. He noticed her breathing was slowing down, that she was beginning to grow fainter and that her erratic convulsions were beginning to subside. Olivia hadn't even noticed.

"I'm sorry for blaming Barnes." He said as he began to untie her from the bed, slashing at the tethers with a nail.

"It's okay. Sometimes people get given the wrong idea about someone." Her last words went a bit high pitched as she had a cramp in the middle of her stomach. She almost fell out of her chair but T'Challa caught her.

"You need to go to them." He whispered as she choked on a sob.

"I can't."
"You can. Think of Barnes. He needs to know you're okay. And you need to fight." Olivia gave a pained laugh.

"I can barely hold myself up and you want me to fight?" T'Challa didn't say anything for a minute before choosing his words carefully.

"If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you don't give up. You pick up a trail and you don't let it go beside you never know where it may take you but you don't care. You won't give up something just because someone told you to give it up. It's just not in your nature. You have a heart, Olivia Stone, that's bigger than America itself. You hide it behind a stony, kickass exterior but internally you just want to do what's right. Even if it means going against the rules."

"I've read your file. It's about as big as a filing cabinet and it's filled with how you haven't let obstacles get in your way no matter what. Broken leg? Didn't stop you from punching Hitler in the face. Ruptured spleen? You took on an entire army to create a distraction for the rest of the Howling Commandos so that they could blow up a facility." Olivia listened, not saying anything as T'Challa urged her on.

"You've done so much to not turn away now. You're here. Now. I saw how Barnes looked at you and how you looked at him. Your body maybe bruised and broken, your soul tortured but your heart and mind are still in the war." He pushed Olivia up so that she could see him. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, ragged breathing concerning him.

"What... Made you change... Your mind?" She whispered, tears beginning to dry away as he helped to keep her in an upright position.

"Stark. Watching him break like that. I don't want to be like that. Barnes didn't kill my father. Captain Rogers betrayed Stark and I don't want to be like that, killing a man who didn't do something and only make more enemies. We can't live alone in this world." Olivia pushed him away with a weak push of her mind so that she was able to sit up by herself. She grimaced in pain but allowed herself to breathe in and out, trying to calm her rapid breathing.

In a split second, she flipped a switch in her mind and allowed the adrenaline to begin to pump through her veins. It was something she had learned a long time ago. To learn how to turn on her adrenal glands and get the adrenaline flowing. Not exactly a good thing to be in control of but it was something she needed to be able to do.

Like now, when she needed it. It flowed through her a river through a forest. It gave her energy and allowed her to feel slightly in touch with her ever fading abilities.

"I can do this. Pheeeeew." She breathed, hands clenched as she pushed herself so that she was standing up. T'Challa moved back as the young woman stood up, barely shaking.

"I'm going to go and save Steve and  Bucky." She whispered, smoothing back her brown hair so that she could prepare herself.

"How?"
"By finding them and, if need be, killing Stark." Saying those words felt like acid on her tongue. She didn't want to kill someone she considered her family. After Howard, she didn't want another Stark on her mind. She may not've killed Howard but he was her friend. It affected her to the point- most wouldn't realise- where she could almost turn off her emotions.

"But Miss Stone-"
"Go. Find Zemo. I'm going to go and get Bucky." She got away from the chair and went towards the door, her determination drowning out all other thoughts and words.

She was going to go find him.
She was going to save him.
Even if it meant killing Stark.

Authors Note: Hello my beauties!
It's bee a while, I know but I've had to do a lot of things that wasn't Target Heart but I needed to get over my TH writers block.

Two more chapters till epilogue!

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Bree