Hellfire▹w.s.|✔[Wattys2016]

THIRTEEN

[a/n: happy skies ahead]

WARNING: Slightly mature content ahead.

VICTORIA HAD, somehow, managed to stitch her boys up. Well enough to hold them, anyways, until they made it to Wakanda. Bucky had suffered a collapsed lung, 4 or so broken ribs, and burns on his side from where the blast hadn't wholly took off his arm.

Steve had twisted his ankle, accompanied by multiple tears and fractures. She, herself, hadn't wholly healed. The wings had only seemed to revive her to just passed the brink of life, which would work, for now. She sat in the pilot seat, thinking. She probably had to go get her dog, at one point or another, and fortunately, she wasn't about to die. Victoria still sharply remembered the warehouse, and it didn't take long for her to arrive in the middle of the room she had left Jelly in.

"Come on, come on, the plane's movin' fast!"

The dog leaped into her arms, but she didn't fall on the cement floor. With a thud, the Archangel landed on her back in the plane. Jelly immediately scrabbled her way to the back-room, practically falling out on the floor next to Steve's foot.

The plane was flying on autopilot, and so she went back to check up on Steve and Bucky. The two, despite her stern warnings, were sitting up, silent. Their eyes never left hers as she entered the room, sitting on the chair across from them. "This is my dog," she told them, motioning to the small beast curled up at her best friend's feet. Steve precariously reached down and scratched behind the dog's ears, blue eyes only just leaving her to look at the Shepherd.

"I'm going to start a petition for us to legally stay with you for every moment of the rest of your life," Bucky stated after a moment.

"I'm going to start a petition to legally allow me to slap you in the face with my wings."

Steve snorted, a small smile on his face. "Glad to know you two didn't change a damn bit." Victoria wheeled on him, smile growing. "Do you want me to slap you with my wings instead, Rogers?"

The Captain lifted his hands in defeat, and they all shared a quiet laugh. She risked spreading out her black, drying wings, touching them lightly. They were soft to the touch, but she could feel the muscles hidden. "That's so... Weird. Hydra gave me a back-up plan?" she murmured, mostly to herself. "Well, I'm glad. I can't lose you, either of you," Steve added, turning to the two dark haired people. Both nodded in response, otherwise quiet.

"Do they hurt?" Bucky questioned.

She shrugged. They didn't really hurt, as much as open her up to a world of sensations she would've very much liked to not have to experience. "Nah."

"They sprouted from your back, Peanut, you sure?" Bucky pressed, scooting forward. Victoria rested a hand on his knee, the fabric cool to the touch. "I'm sure." In the meanwhile, Steve was staring between them, smile forever growing. He had always some what been rooting for the two, even since before they had all left for the war, all 3 forever inseparable. Even during their downfalls, they had never left one another, their bond only growing by tenfold.

One part of the bond, however, had grown to differ.

The two had, unfortunately, taken years to finally admit their feelings to each other. The presence of Jack Rivers surely hadn't helped a bit.

"What're you starin' at, punk?"

"Nothin', what're you starin' at, jerk?"

"Both of you are absolute twats, you know that?"

--

Victoria had managed a landing, albeit shaky, in Wakanda.

Tightly folding her wings to her back, the trio were escorted to their rooms. After they had checked up on all three of them, of course. Victoria had been more thoroughly stitched up, and the Wakandan doctors had only bettered Bucky and Steve's stitches, amongst other things. Most of her predictions had been correct, unfortunately.