The Winged (Avengers x Reader x Supernatural)

Chapter 23

         семнадцать (Seventeen)

You strained your eyes open and the first thing your mind comprehended was Steve asleep on the couch, which didn't look very comfortable. A smile etched itself on your face.

Yesterday was a blur, mostly. You had passed out post the incident with Bucky and gained consciousness well after noon. You realized you retained very little of the previous day's events and a splitting headache had scarred most of it.

Some facts stumbled out upon straining your mind. Clint had brought you soup, Natasha had massaged your head, courtesy of which your head didn't feel it would explode anymore and Wanda had offered to help heal you. You had laughed at her naiveté.

You hadn't particularly registered Tony's presence, but you knew he was standing by the door the whole time. The thought of him set new heights for your guilt which threatened to send another bout of searing pain through your head so you quickly dissipated the prospect and moved on to another one. Bucky's grief stricken face vaguely crossed your mind.

"Bucky?" Your head immediately snapped in the direction you remembered last seeing him. Your pitch was so low, one wouldn't have expected to even hear it. Somehow, it was enough to pull Steve out of his slumber. "I asked him to go back to his room and rest a little after midnight."

He stretched his arms as far as they could go, preparing himself for the day. You slowly nodded, barely aware of having performed such action.

"He's fine. I swear." Steve's voice was a lot closer now, you realized he was standing at this edge of your bed. "I'm gonna go fix something for you to eat." His fingers gently played with the spaghetti strap of your top and you felt a kiss being placed on your shoulder.

The unexpected touch jolted you into wakefulness and forced your mind into interpreting its purpose. You didn't, however, voice your opinion; partly due to the dilemma of whether you were the one in the wrong, but mostly because he was no longer in the room.

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You had grown accustomed to the dull pain in your head which seemed to have rooted itself in there forever, well, as long as forever would be for you. The wonderful chain of yesterday's events had given everyone at the tower a rough idea of what you were up to. Now it was time to shine the light on the remaining important people in your life.

"This is Sam's voicemail. Leave a message."

"Hey, Sam. How are you guys? Screwed up the world yet?" Of course you were nervous. There was a reason you had called Sam, not Dean. If Tony's reaction to all of this was bad, Dean's would be extraordinary. 'Hey Dean, I've decided to die of my own free will.' He had thrown a marvelous hissy fit when you had decided on move to New York, heaven knew how he would react to this. 'Heaven....damn it. I gotta call Cas too.'

"I didn't call Dean, for obvious reasons. You have to understand, when we were captured at that Hydra base in Detroit and I turned against my team..... I felt it, Sammy. I felt how Bucky must feel all the time. It was agonizing, and that's why I have to do this." You had finished explaining your plan. This was more of rambling than anything else. "Talk to Dean for me. And tell him I love him. You too. Bye."

-

"This is it then? You're actually going to go through with this?" Bucky looked sad for a man who was about to get his old self back after almost a century.

"I didn't back out when the Devil himself threatened to throw me into oblivion. You think I'm going to back out now? You certainty must think very highly of yourself." Your little humor brought a smile on his face."Ready?"

The gold in your eyes which used to numb Bucky to the core now seemed comforting, for some reason. "Ready."

A/N: All suggestions and constructive criticism is always welcome.