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3rd person P.O.V

This was only getting harder, so much harder for Y/N. The more you waited in the cold and empty room, the more your fear grew. You flinched at every little sound and movement. It was like pure torture, and you felt like you were slowly going insane. You had never been anywhere that hadn't have had people. you were always surrounded by warm and kind people, much like your parents, leading you to be the innocent girl you are today. You let out a shaky breath, wishing someone, anyone would be there with you. And then you heard it.

Bang,

Bang,

Bang,

Loud and heavy footsteps walking up to... the room you were in. Your breath hitched, your heartbeat speed up and you started shaking. Oh dear god, if your listening.. please help.

Bang,

Bang,

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. You knew that the door was shut and securely locked but you were still scared to death. What if they can open the door? What if he can pick a lock- wait, no, the lock doesn't have a keyhole...but what if- your mind went blank

Knock

Knock

Knock

the knocks were loud and whoever was the owner of the knocks sounded impatient, as if they wanted- no needed someone to open the door. Your fear only grew. But it suddenly faded to worry.

"open the door, please! I need medical assistance! ", a deep male's voice, one that you've never heard before, yelled from behind the door. You immediately knew that you had to help him, he's probably dying out there, I need to help him.

You slowly, so slowly began climbing off of the plain white bed of the hospital room. Grabbing the walking cane near the bed you walked to the door, slowly. But when you finally reached the door, you stopped. Wait...what if this is his plan... to get me to open the door and-

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR ALREADY "

and without thinking much, you did. you opened the door.

only to see a man, a wounded man standing before you. your eyes widened as you realized this man was indeed an S.H.E.I.L.D agent as well because of the obvious S.H.E.I.L.D logo that was stitched into his left forearm. You let out a relieved breath and got out of his way to let him into the room. He limped inside, sneering at the aching pain that each step took. Y/n quickly studied his appearance. The man was not as tall as Jungguk was, but still plenty taller than you. He had bring mint green hair and was sickly pale making your worries grow wosre. Had he lost to much blood? Is that why he was so pale? Aside from his deadly white skin, he was handsome as ever.

We're all the men here this hot? You thought actually curious if, indeed, all the men here were as beautiful as models.

He was leaner then the couple of other men you had seen but you could tell that he was no were near kinder, no one in this place seemed
... kind.

You saw as he walked over to the bed opposite to your one and Y/N walked up to him, but not before closing and locking the door.

"ah shit" he cursed and y/n slightly flinched at his sudden comment.

You watched from afar as the man, the injured man began attempting to clean and tend to his own wounds.

Y/n looked at his leg, and then her own. we have the same injury, a gunshot to the leg. You suddenly felt embarrassed, he had the same injury as you and he was handling it a hundred- no a thousand times better than you would ever have. Y/n saw as he struggled with tending to his leg, so she shyly walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.