Brothers from the Past

Chapter 2- Avenger's Base

Ok so, the Avengers have made up, and it's just Tony who is all weird around Steve and Bucky. Ok?

Also, there is a detailed description of a panic attack taking place, and if it will trigger an attack with you, skip from: Will POV to Clint POV. This description is how I am when I have a panic attack, so if yours is different, please don't be all rude about it.

Nico POV

I look up in shock to see a man, in his late 30s aiming a bow at the monster.

Of course, the arrow doesn't kill the monster, and it quickly becomes interested in killing him instead of me. The man cusses in ancient greek and does something to his quiver. Almost instantly the arrows change into ones that I recognise from camp. He quickly reloads his bow and fires again, hitting the monster in the eye.

The monster roars in pain and the man shoots it again. He cusses again and pulls a gun from his pocket. He shoots it straight up and something like a firecracker shoots out of it and explodes in the air. (A/n:it's a Flair gun, but sweet little Nico doesn't quite know what that is...) A few seconds later another guy apperes, but he has a weird sort of armor on... I don't quite know what's going on.

I need to regain focus. I need to get Will back. I need to be strong enough to save someone.

*time skip because...lazy author*

I ended up getting sliced across the chest by one of the monsters. We weren't able to kill any of them, but thst nearely killed us about half a dosen times. They retreated when the figure was shot in the chest by the armor guy. He vanished right after that.

"Hey, kid? You ok?" The man in the armor asks as he stands over me. My vision is blurring and my head feels like it's underwater. "Tony," the other guy says, "We ne..d t.. ..... ... ba..k ba... H... l...ing ..ood fast." I try to focus on anything, but it's no use.

I drift into the welcomed blackness.

Clint POV

Shit, he passed out. "Tony, we need to get him to base asap. Tell someone to get here quick and have someone else get the medical center set up, and to clear the area." Tony, for once, did not make some smart- ass comment, and did as he was told. "Is he a demigod?" Did Tony really just ask that? I look at him and he holds up his hands in surrender, "Sorry just double checking. I'll fly him to base of that'll be quicker."

"No, because I need come with to make sure you don't do anything stupid or hurt the kid anymore than he's already hurt."

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About 5 minutes later the quinjet lands with Steve as the driver. Shit. He's probably gonna ask a lot of questions and we're gonna have to be really vague, and he's gonna insist on helping, and- "Help me carry him." Tony's voice cuts me out of my cloud of worry.

I grab his upper body, as Tony grabs the lower. We gently take him into the plane and lay him on the floor.

"Clint, is that a kid?" Steve asks with heavy concern in his voice. "Yes it is, and he got caught in the cross fire and he needs medical assistance right mow, so get us back to base before he dies," Tony blurts before I can open my mouth. Steve starts up the jet and we take off.

Will POV

It's dark, I can't see anything.

I'm chained up tightly.

I don't know where I am.

I'm getting kinda scared. I hate situations like this. My breath quickens as I start to feel light headed.
It's a panic attack. I haven't had one since I've started going to camp. Every thing is starting to spin around me and I begin to hyperventilate.

My breath is short and ragged and my chest is hurting. Nothing is lining up, my mind is spinning in 100 different directions at once, I try to pull my body close and curl up tight. I can't. My chains keep me in place.

I can't move. I can't breath, tears start running down my face, I feel like I'm going to die.

I need to calm down, but I can't remember how.

I need to breath.

Slow breaths.

In through the nose,

Out through the mouth.

My breathing starts to slow as I focus on what's real. I'm ok. I will be ok. Someone will save me. I will be ok.

My breathing returns to normal.

I am ok.

Clint POV

The ride was silent, and when we got to base we had a few medical people stending by to help. They help me get the kid on the stretcher and I take him to the med center and I send everyone out. I need to be alone to do this.

I get the normal equipment out along with nectar and ambrosia. The claw marks are not supper deep, but their infected with some kind of poison. I know this might take awhile, so I get to work.

Tony POV

While Clint's dealing with the kid, I gotta deal with the rest of the team. They're all wondering why we brought some kid here rather than dropping them off at the hospital.

I hate answering their questions, especially Steves's because his seem more...personal. Almost like he recognises him. That's impossible. There is no way in hell that Steve would know that kid.

Right?

Steve POV

I recognise him.

I head up to the room that Bucky and I share. The team jokes about us sharing a room, but it's not like that. Bucky has bad nightmares and likes having someone to calm him down. He's always had them.

"Hey Bucky," he's laying on the bed half asleep and sits up when I say his name. "Oh, hey Steve. How'd the emergency pick up go? Who got hurt?"

"It was a kid. But looks really familiar." Bucky raises his eyebrows, "Familiar? How?" I bite my lip, "He looks kind of like your little brother. But a few years older. He even has the same jacket on."

Bucky stands up. "Nico? He looks like Nico? I mean it could be possible. Where is he?"

Nico POV

Everything is sore.

I wake up in what looks like a hospital of some kind with the archer from before.

"Good. You're finally awake. My name is Clint Barton, what's yours?"

I'm mean. I'm leaving another cliffhanger. Please excuse my grammatical/spelling errors, it's 12:30 am here and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open.

Goodnight.