Like A Bullet {marvel/captain america}

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Song for this chapter; Let the Flames Begin by Paramore

Wait a shame we all became such fragile broken things

A memory remains, just a tiny spark

also more about tony/reese's relationship will be revealed as the story progresses

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{Reese's POV}

{Manhattan, New York}

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Within the hour, a red alert had been spread globally. The team and I had been forced onto a Quintjet by SHIELD and were headed to a compound to meet the rest of the Avengers. While Tony was piloting and Wanda and Steve were sat down, I was stood in the bathroom dealing with my wounds.

I was stood in front of the mirror, using my powers to guide a needle in and out of skin as I meanwhile sorted out the bruise on my forehead. The stitches on my torso were messy, but I wasn't used to getting hit or injured because my powers normally deflected oncoming objects.

'You've missed half the cut,' Someone commented from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder, eyes landing on Steve. He was stood in the doorway, watching me with an oddly curious gaze.

'Didn't I tell you to mind your own damn business?' I scoffed.

'Yeah, but I didn't listen.'

'Evidently.'

I slammed the first aid kit back on the side, before sticking a carelessly placed piece of gauze over the lazy stitches.

'That's not gonna heal.'

'You're still standing there?' I raised my eyebrows, turning to face him. 'I'm fine.'

'It'll scar-'

'- Well it's a good thing it's not on my face then, isn't it?' I shoved past him and took a seat back in the fuselage of the plane. Wanda offered me a smile, to which I responded with a sort of stony grimace.

I wasn't much good at smiling.

'Are you hurt bad?' Tony called from the cockpit, glancing over the seat at me.

'Do you care?' I retorted, raising my eyebrow. I knew I wasn't being friendly, not even close, but I didn't care - not yet.

I'd met Tony three or four times before. I was fifteen when he legally became my guardian but I ended up in foster care instead, during which he made a couple half hearted visits, but didn't appear to care overall.

He didn't respond to my snide comment and instead turning his attention back to piloting. I knew we weren't too far off the ground, because there weren't many clouds and I could just about make out the tops of the skyscrapers out the window. It was still pretty early at 7AM, and I was still in my pajamas.

I stayed silent for the rest of the flight, peering out the windows as the jet lowered in time to the sun rising. The city eventually faded out and was replaced by rolling fields, until a giant grey building climbed into view.