Wrecker (Zoom | Connor/Concussion)(SLOW UPDATES)

Gamma 13

I fidgeted uncomfortably as the team and I were escorted to the gamma chamber. Connor was beside me, holding my hand tightly in his.

This morning had been a tense one. Everyone was nervous, Connor and Jack most of all. Connor because I was going first, and Jack because he and his team were being exposed to a potentially dangerous element. Connor hadn't let go of my hand in three hours, but I wasn't complaining. I hated to admit it but I was scared, I was literally shaking but I fought to hide it.

We finally made it to the room, we stood outside as one of our escorts swiped their card to open the doors. We stepped in and I stared in unease at the large contraption that would be used, a reclining metal chair underneath. The chair had leather straps, probably to restrain us during the process.

I started as the general's voice boomed through the speakers.

"Destroyer! You're up first! The rest of you wait in the containment area!"

I squeezed Connor's hand incredibly hard, I felt Ace's hand in my other one and Jack placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Marksman and Daravia both patted my back and I took a deep breath.

I turned to Connor and pecked his lips, he pulled me back to him and kissed me harder. I clutched at the front of his shirt and pulled back, giving him a lopsided grin and stepping back. He didn't release my hand for a minute but then let go, Ace hugged me and Jack squeezed my shoulder before the team made their way to the containment room.

I made my way down the stairs and came to a stop near the metal chair, looking back to the containment room's window where I could see my team. I turned back around as someone tugged on my arm. A scientist guided me to the chair and made me sit down, my legs hung over the edge as they basically manhandled me out of my jumpsuit top.

"Jeez, at least take me on a date first." I remarked, muttering curses under my breath as they continued with their manhandling. They pushed little suction thingies onto my chest and my temples, those were probably going to leave bruises.

"Ouch, holy crap. Why are you so aggressive?" I asked one scientist that slapped my arm extremely hard to prepare for a shot or something. I recognized him as the one I flipped off at the meeting yesterday, I grinned when I remembered. I jumped and stopped grinning when he jammed the needle in my arm.

"Ow! Goddammit are you even trying to be careful you prick?!" I cried, glaring as he took blood. He ignored me and removed the needle, I looked to see the team giving me amused looks. I gestured at the asshole as he bandaged my arm, and they only looked more amused if anything.

I rolled my eyes before I was being pushed onto my back, my legs being lifted onto the chair. I sighed and plucked a fuzz ball off my tank top, muttering under my breath. I swallowed and the humor left, leaving the tense atmosphere to flood the room again. I stared up at the machine nervously, starting to feel a bit panicked as hands grabbed my arms and legs, strapping them down tightly.

I looked over to the team for comfort and relaxed slightly when Connor's concerned blue gaze settled on me. I simply stared at him as everything was set up scientists running in and out of my field of vision, though my gaze never moved from Connor.

And suddenly everything was ready, the scientists and everyone else in here with me had on protective suits and I swallowed. Those suits looked pretty heavy duty. I turned to a scientist standing near me, checking the equipment.

"Will it hurt?" I asked quietly, staring at them, pleading with my eyes for them to answer. They didn't. Which translated to yes, it will hurt. A lot. As this dawned on me I felt panic start to claw its way through me, I took a few shuddering breaths as I sought out Connor for comfort again. I found him and struggled to calm down, he was already looking at me with reassuring and slightly fearful eyes.

"Prepare for radiation exposure. Starting countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7..."

I clenched my fists and sucked in a few breaths. I looked at the team again and then up at the General.

"6, 5, 4..."

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that this would go smoothly and that I wouldn't explode or grow three arms.

"3, 2, 1, go."

I snorted. 3, 2, 1, go? What is this, a race? What's wrong with a little snarkiness in the face of danger?And just as that thought hit me a blast of green light did as well. It was coming from the machine above me and I wondered what kind of radiation I was being exposed to, because this is different.

As the light got steadily brighter I started feeling sort of sick, I started coughing and it got hard to see, I could feel my muscles weakening as a strange feeling of exhaustion set in. My head started spinning and I had to shut my eyes so as not to get sick. I wondered if this was it, if this was all that came with being exposed to gamma 13. Then the pain came, like a slow burning in my blood, on my skin, in my bones like a deep ache, and in my head like the worlds greatest migraine. I furrowed my brow and grunted as the pain grew stronger, I started squirming as it became harder to hold still.

I'm not sure when I started screaming or when I stopped being able to see or comprehend anything outside the pain at all, all I know is that it felt like a never ending pain. Wave, after wave, after wave of excruciating pain came and somewhere in my pain flooded mind, I realized that I was straining against my bonds and screaming for Connor, higher and louder than I ever have.

After what seemed like hours of hell, it all came to an abrupt stop and I slumped against the chair, one of my arms hanging off the side. I must've broken through the thick leather at some point. I took heaving breaths and tasted the saltiness of tears, I didn't realize I started crying. I tried to raise a hand to wipe my tears but I found that I couldn't move at all.

My body tingled, like when your foot falls asleep and there are pins and needles when you wake it up. It was like that but all over, I shuddered at the feeling. My breath burned through my lungs, like fire and glass scratching the organs from the inside. Hands covered in protective layers poked and prodded at me before undoing the rest of the leather straps and dragging me off the table, they supported me under the arms and started dragging me from the room.

I tried to force my legs to cooperate but they wouldn't respond, hanging limply like the rest of me. I still couldn't see, my eyes were simply unable to comprehend the images before them. My thoughts seemed to melt into nothing as I fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: Ok so I wrote the chapter a long time ago but I never liked it so I kind of just avoided it. Coming back to it I decided to give it a go and post it. I still don't like it but I'e kept ya'll waiting for how long??? Like thousands of years????? Apologies for that.