Irreplaceable (Resiliance Book 3) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

Ok, so I am currently almost crying over all the stress and crap that I've been going through to get Word onto my computer. So instead, I've switched the file to WordPad, which I really don't like, just so that I can write. I'm super upset over this, so I probably won't be writing much today, but I already had this and Chapter 9 written.

So here you go!

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Sam

I gasped and bolted upright in the bed, breaking out in a cold sweat, and shivering. Nightmares, horrific ones, had plagued me in my sleep.

Steve sat up groggily, squinting at me. ‘Sam?’ he called, his voice thick with sleep. I turned and gently pushed him back down.

‘I’m fine. Go back to sleep.’ I told him, and he sighed, falling against the pillow. I crept out of the bed, and quickly threw on a huge hoodie, a pair of sweatpants and a pair of shoes, before creeping out the door.

I made my way towards the boardroom, stopping to make myself a cup of tea, before continuing inside, to the empty room. The programmes were still running, scanning at a rate I was surprised they could keep up. I slid onto the big desk, crossing my legs and watching the screens.

It was two in the morning, and everyone on the helicarrier, bar a few guards, was asleep. I put up my hood and pulled my sleeves around my hands, trying to stop my shivering. I sighed to myself, taking a sip of my tea.

I needed to deal with this, or else it would destroy me. Already, I was giving Alex far too many things to use against me, and it had to stop.

I nodded to myself, and put down my mug, before closing my eyes. I let myself open up to the memories, no longer holding them back. They rushed at me all at once, and I felt myself slipping, falling into the unknown, but I pulled myself back, reigning them in.

I spent the next few hours, going through each and every one of the memories I had of Mexico, dealing with each as best I could, separately. While some of them, I just couldn’t put to rest, I dealt with a put away a few, which I was quite proud of. While my shoulders were still laden down with boulders of baggage, I had lightened the load slightly. I sighed to myself, opening my eyes and looking at the screen. If I could just eventually do that with all of my nightmarish memories, maybe I stood a chance, maybe I could take on Alex.

I sighed to myself, and the doors opened. Coulson strode in, with a newspaper and a coffee, halting when he saw me, and frowning.

‘Sam?’ he asked confused, glancing over to the screen and back to me. ‘Have you been here all night?’ he asked me, tucking the newspaper under his elbow as I shook my head.

‘I woke up at two.’ I explained, and he frowned.

‘When did you get to sleep?’ he asked, walking over to me. I shrugged.

‘Eleven-ish.’ I said simply, looking back to the screen for a moment. Thankfully, he didn’t push the subject any farther. He sighed and checked his watch.

‘It’s almost half five now, everyone else should start arriving soon.’ He said, walking to a desk at the wall and setting down his newspaper, before turning back and coming to lean against the desk, beside me, watching the screen. After a minute or two, he glanced over at me.

‘How are you doing, Sam?’ he asked quietly, his eyes flicking back to the screen. I kept my eyes trained on the satellite map before us, and nodded.