The Company (Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: Wings

The Company

Chapter Four: Wings

"Is this really necessary?" I mutter anxiously as Bruce flicks the needle lightly with his fingertips to make sure that all the air was gone out of the needle. I understand that he has to do it so he doesn't accidentally block my veins and make a blood clot which could kill me if it gets bad enough. He already has the rubber elastic band wrapped tightly around on my arm pushing my veins up in the open for him to be able to get at one easier.

He tilts his head down to look at me in the eye without looking through his glasses which kind of looked funny, but it was a sign of respect, sort of. I think it was his way of breaking the small very small barrier that his glasses make between us.

He uses a cotton ball with what smelled like alcohol on it He began to wipe a small area on my arm adjacent to my elbow where the needle is most likely going to go.

"Yes it is." He answers making me sigh and then flinch as he puts the needle in my arm without much of a notice. It didn't hurt but having been practically stabbed by needles a hundred times a day at one point it makes it to where you despise them.

It was odd going through Bruce's mind because of the 'other guy', as in the Hulk, was there always pressing on his mind. It was like another presence aware of its surroundings subconsciously which explains that whenever Bruce gets angry the response of the Hulk can come so quickly because it's like a trigger.

I had only gone into his mind quickly to make sure he has never had any contact with the Company at any point of time and that he wasn't working with them secretly. Luckily he wasn't working for the Company and its great news because it would have been such a hassle to control the Hulk.

"Sorry." He mumbles awkwardly, taking out the needle after the vial filled with enough blood.

"S'okay." I reply trying to keep the atmosphere not as tense since I am pretty much a stranger and an unknown thing. With that thought it mind I lightly hop off the counter rolling down my leather jacket sleeve, not taking the Band-Aid that laid on the lab table beside me knowing that the small prick hole was already healed. Following behind Bruce as he puts the blood into a spinning machine that I don't really care enough to get the name of I knew that this was going to be my life for a little while. Under SHIELD's watchful eyes until I prove that I am a good asset to the group.

A spark of pain worked its way up my spine making me snap my eyes shut and grab onto the side of the counter not caring when I began hearing the metal groan as one of my hands squeezes the edge tightly. The metal easily formed the indent shapes of my five fingers almost like putty.

Taking a deep breath as my back continued to feel like it was on fire I tried to not move and agitate my wings realizing that it has almost been two days since I have had a chance to open my wings and not have them squeezed up against my back just to keep them hidden from every one's eyes. That its self was worry some I have never had them not open for that long period of time.

A hand suddenly being placed against my shoulder made me jump and release the table as well as opening up my eyes not expecting the sudden contact. The hand stayed on my shoulder and I looked over my shoulder and into the eyes of Bruce.

"Are you alright?" he asks his eyes worried and calculated just Steve strolls into the lab.

I opened my mouth to answer but another round of pain made me double over, gripping my middle tightly feeling the muscles in my back move slightly under my skin going unnoticed because of my leather jacket.

Taking a deep breath, I try to even out my breathing so that my tense muscles will relax and not put so much strain on my wings, but even then, I knew that the pain would only intensify.