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

Chapter 28

Sam

I splashed cold water onto my face, before sighing, trying to wake up. I hadn’t slept, again. Well, I had, for a short while. Then I woke up, restraining myself from screaming, a cold sweat covering my body, pain taking over my entire being. I stood at the sink, breathing heavily, as the water dripped from my face.

I closed my eyes for a moment, before wincing at the images that greeted me. I shook my head, pushing myself away from the sink, wiping my face on a towel. I stripped down, and climbed into the shower, washing myself quickly, before stepping back out, minutes later. I sighed, drying myself, before quickly getting dressed. I towel dried my hair, and strapped on my holster, sliding my Glock into place, finding comfort in the familiar weight.

I grabbed a hair tie, and walked from my room, heading straight for the control room. It was already six a.m., but the others weren’t due up for another hour and a half. I walked into the kitchen first, grabbing the instant coffee, and pouring a sickening amount of it into the first mug that came to hand. I boiled a kettle, before pouring the hot water into the mug, stirring it to get the coffee to dissolve. I took my coffee into the control room, where Nick was already standing, watching the room carefully, as the few analysts who had the night shift wrapped things up.

He looked to me as I walked in, and raised an eyebrow. ‘Let’s see this plan you’ve come up with.’ I told him, stepping forward, and sitting at the desk. He watched me curiously, not saying anything, as he fetched the file. He raised an eyebrow at me as he set the file in front of me.

‘You’re wearing your weapon in the helicarrier? You’ve never done that before.’ He noted, before nodding at me. ‘You look like crap, by the way.’ He said bluntly. I rolled my eyes at him.

‘Go away, and let me look through this.’ I told him, opening the file, and beginning to read through it carefully.

As I read, and re-read, everyone slowly began filing back into the control room. Clint sat opposite me, watching me as I read. After about half an hour, I rolled my eyes, sighing, and looked up at him.

‘Must you stare at me? You’re giving me a headache.’ I groaned, rubbing my temples. I sighed, and got up, muttering about needing coffee. At the last second, I remembered to turn back and grab my mug. I stepped into the kitchen, and as I shovelled coffee into my mug, Steve stepped inside.

‘Sam, what’s wrong?’ he asked me, giving me a no-nonsense stare. I sighed, shaking my head as I walked around him, getting the sugar.

‘Just nightmares. I’ll be fine.’ I muttered, walking back to my coffee. As I added my sugar, Steve’s hands took hold of mine, reaching around me, and steadied my hands to a stop. I sighed, and put down the sugar.

‘I’m sorry, I’m just… I need to look through this plan, and I can’t concentrate, because I’m freaking out a little. I really don’t want you guys going in without me, but I… I just… I just can’t.’ I whispered, my voice shaking. Steve made me put the spoon and sugar down, and wrapped me in a tight hug.

‘Sam, we’re not going to do anything without you agreeing to it. But you have to understand how much we need to do this.’ He whispered, almost begging, against the nape of my neck, where he placed a soft kiss. I sighed labouriously.

‘I understand that Steve, but that doesn’t mean that I have to agree with it, or like it.’ I told him. I turned to him, my mug in hand, and kissed his cheek, before walking back out, to the control room.

I sat down, as Nick made his way over to me. I looked through the last few pages, as he stood, watching me.

‘What do you think?’ he asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. I didn’t say anything, but I knew that he understood the meaning. Oh, he wanted my opinion to listen to this time?