Three hours. That's how long it took them to get back.
It was storming outside, thunder and lightning. The whole deal.
I heard the jet opening, I couldn't smell who it was, so I shifted into a lion. I snarled loudly when it opened.
"It's just us Radley!" I heard Wanda say as she stepped in front of the rest.
I jumped forward, shifting into my human form midair and hugged her when I landed on my feet.
"How's Pietro?" Steve and Clint asked, "Is Pietro okay?" at the same time.
"He is stable," I told them flatly before adding, "And lucid. Someone please get him a fucking cat. He went on and on about cats forever."
Bucky sat down on the bench, "What happened to those bullets earlier?" he asked, looking at me.
I tilted my head to the side, "What do you mean?" I asked back, sounding confused.
"When you went after those agents, they shot you with multiple rounds. There weren't any shards on the ground and you didn't bleed," Bucky told me.
I hadn't realized that... I'd just been so angry...
I unzipped the gear on my torso, revealing my stomach and multiple, metallic bumps covering it. Just under the skin.
"Dude, how did you not notice that?" Tony asked me as I poked one. I shrugged, my shoulders.
"I'm not that kind of doctor, but I guess I could try," Bruce offered, walking over to me.
"You aren't going to try to bite me again are you?" Bruce asked as he picked up the med kit.
I shook my head and took off the gear on my torso, revealing a lot of metallic colored bumps.
I could see Bruce's internal groan as he set to work.
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The Wiped Hound (Avengers Fanfiction)
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