Bender [s.r.]

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Fists were thrown. Elements blasted. Beams dodged and hit. Kicks were up. The area glowed up from my waves of fire and Tony's arc reactor. Everything felt like it was on overdrive. All my senses were heightened.

Everything felt more.

When Tony was pressed up against the wall, Bucky had gone for the arc reactor. His metal fingers gun into the iron suit. 

Grunts and groans came from both of the men. A huge beam had shot out. It had cut right through Bucky's arm, and it just so happened to be I was in the wrong spot. I was flew back from the sudden force, slamming into the wall. 

Before falling to the ground, my body curling up into a ball. Everything hurt. I felt as if I was on fire. I let out a small cry of pain as I tried push myself up. But I had collapsed back to the ground.

"Andie!" A voice called out to me as I tried to hold on. I was slipping to and from consciousness as the fight continued. 

It hurt more than I ever thought a person could feel. I wanted to go outside and stay in the cold. It felt like a fever I never knew existed. No, it felt worse. 

The after pain was the worst. I felt like on top of the burn, I was being stampeded over. Like thousands of feet pounded over me. It ached. 

The battle cries, blasts and pounding of the punches and kicks all grew fuzzy. It began to fade, until they stopped all together.

~~~

There was faint talking but I could hardly piece it together. It sounded like murmuring that I couldn't make out. 

I found myself lifted into someones arms, carrying me bridal style as I laid there paralyzed. I couldn't feel, but yet I could feel everything. 

I couldn't move. Everything felt like it was caving in on me. It felt just like a panic attack, but physical rather than mental. My eyelids were closed as I could not find a way to open them on my own. 

Everything was quiet. 

It was peaceful. 

It was relaxing.

~~~

"She needs medical attention, urgently." T'Challa cried out to his workers. He lead through the broken ex-assassin, the Captain and the girl who was carried in Steve's arms. 

He then switched to speaking in their native tongue. 

Steve and Bucky had no clue what was happening in that exact moment. Everything was happening so fast.

~~~

A stretcher was rolled out in the lobby of the palace hospital. Suddenly the girl who could hardly hold onto her heartbeat was ripped out of Steve's arms. 

His heart broke in two in that moment. He felt alone as he watched the girl - his girl - be rolled away. He almost lost it. 

A tear slipped from his left eye. Andie was greatly admired by Steve. She always held a strong, powerful facade. 

She hardly ever let things get to her. But in this moment he didn't see her as that powerful womanly figure - but she was seen as a girl. 

She was broken, holding onto what she could. She was so strong, but in this case she looked so weak. She looked as if she would break.

~~~

He would refuse the medical aid he needed as he paced the halls. Once, twice, three times now he had paced around the palace floor. 

It had only been minutes since he sat down. He couldn't. He couldn't rest. He needed to see her.

On the other side, they were trying to figure out what to do with what was left of Bucky's metal arm. They had decided on taking him in for surgery. 

The burning metal (if not treated) could lead to an infection. It wasn't cut all the way down, as they were not sure how to take it off safely. 

HYDRA had their ways that others could not copy. But, they could try and mimic it by attaching another vibranium limb. The jagged metal remains had been since removed.

~~~

But in the mean time, Steve was sat in the lobby. He waited to hear about his best friend and lover. His foot tapped violently on the tiled floor. He did not want to scream, or cry. He didn't want to vent out his frustrations. 

All he wanted to do was hold his loved ones close. He wanted to know his friends were okay. He wanted to hold Andie tight and kiss her. But all he could do now was hope. Hoping one was alive and that the other was going to be okay.

~~~

The surgeon walked over to T'Challa and explained the scenario for Andie and what state she was in. 

Steve tried to listen in at the sound of his girlfriend's name. But he soon figured out they were whispering in their native tongue. He grew slowly frustrated as he was short for patience.

"They need to operate immediately so they can put a stop to the internal bleeding. The engineers are also working on a prosthetic for her. 

They are trying to design it in a way that will continue to allow her to use her abilities." T'Challa explained to the Captain. Steve had not changed. He was still in his torn Captain America uniform.

~~~

But he felt naked by the loss of his shield. He knew it was for the best. It would be good for him to leave that persona back where it needed to be left. That shield got him through the hard times. 

And it was the only piece from the forties that stayed with him. But he felt like it should have stayed down in the ice where he crashed. It should have stayed back with Howard Stark. Back with Peggy. 

He removed the icepack from his cheekbone with a small wince. He felt weak. He felt slow and annoyed. But his Debbie Downer personality did that to him.

"Prosthetic?" Steve wondered, unsure if he heard correctly. A crease formed between his eyebrows as his blue eyes were locked with the King's.

"The contact from the infinity stone that Vision possesses. It caused such a burn that her left hand is unresponsive. 

They will need to remove it and connect a prosthetic. That is if she wished to have a hand. In which she can still do her everyday actions. It will work by the energy from her brain signals. That way it can move like a normal hand. 

They are just finishing the coating to make it fire and water proof." T'Challa elaborated on the medical plan for Andie.

(A/N: It's a little short, I know, but the ending is approaching so I have to do the typical writer thing and drag it on FOREVER haha)