"What the hell was that, Rogers!" Director Fury yelled at the quiet Captain, who sat on a chair in the meeting room, surrounded by all of his teammates who saw how he snapped and attacked the restrained girl. He didn't speak immediately, keeping his wide and sorrowful eyes casted down on his hands, watching how his hands were cut and bruised a little from the impact of his knuckles hitting bone. Her bones.
He was confused. He didn't know why or how he snapped; he never once lost his temper the way he did back in that room. It seemed like the second he heard about Bucky, every single thing he knew in his mind blanked away, and the only thing that remained was this desire and desperation to get his best friend, his brother, back.
"I-I...I don't know," he whispered finally, not looking up at the Director.
"You just attacked the girl, and almost killed her. Might I remind you how important it is to keep her alive so that she could give us the information we want," Fury snapped, pacing back and forth in front of the long meeting table while everybody, even Stark, stayed quiet, watching the two men like a tennis match.
"I-I-She mentioned Bucky and said all those things and I just snapped- I wasn't thinking! All I could see was red and I just...I don't know what happened," Steve sighed, finally raising his eyes to meet Fury's own eye.
"You reacted, that's what happened," Steve frowned, not understanding what was being said. Fury sighed and calmed down, slumping into a seat and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Like a mother who was tired of fighting with her children. "She knew that Mr. Barnes was a...sensitive topic to you, and she used that to her advantage. Underneath all that crazy, there's a very intelligent human being, one who knew exactly what buttons to push, Captain."
"I don't think she actually knows where your Bucky is, especially with Hydra being involved. We have highly advanced technology worth millions of dollars actively looking out for any Hydra activity. If they were up to something, we'd be the first to know, not some teenager who needs to be locked up in the loony bin," Tony commented, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Steve expected him to make a smart comment, but he was surprised when the billionaire didn't.
"You went with your heart Captain, not your head, which put not only the girl in danger but the agents that had to drag you out of there. This can't happen again," Fury warned him, standing up to imitate his usual stance.
"It won't," Steve immediately said, guilt and regret practically dripping off his voice.
"I know it won't because you are not allowed to go see her- hell, you're not allowed to be within 100 feet of her cell," Fury informed him sternly, and all Steve could do was nod in understanding. "Now, excuse me, I have a prisoner to check up on." With a swish of coat, Fury left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Quite the show you put on while you were in that room, Icicle, didn't know you had it in you," Tony remarked with his famous smirk. Steve gritted his teeth but said nothing. He didn't deserve the right to defend himself against the arrogant man, not when he was right.
"How is she doing?" He asked no one in particular, his head sat upon his fist. The expression of regret and sorrow never once left his face. He was truly and sincerely sorry about the way he reacted, and the way he treated the young girl, criminal or not.
"I was in the infirmary talking to Dr. Cho when they brought her in," Bruce began, pushing his glasses back up his nose when it slipped. "I won't lie... it was pretty bad; fractured ribcage, jaw, and skull, cracked sternum, shattered collar bone. One of her shoulders was dislocated, her nose was broken, and she suffered from severe internal and external bleeding. It didn't help that she was already weak from malnutrition..." Bruce didn't want to lay it out thick, but from how Steve sounded, he knew that the soldier wanted to hear everything, however severe.
"FRIDAY, pull up the security footage showing Bellamy in the infirmary," Steve commanded. He wanted to see the damage he made. He had to.
"Steve, no, you can't keep beating yourself up for this," Natasha shook her head, and several of the members surrounding her agreed, nodding their heads.
"FRIDAY," Steve said again, not replying to Natasha or letting his expression be exposed to his teammates.
"Right away, Captain Rogers," the female, faintly Irish-sounding AI replied, pulling up the footage on the big screen in front of the room. The screen lit up and showed the infirmary room, a very hectic infirmary room.
"Code Blue!" The doctor yelled, and seconds later, multiple nurses rushed in, with one of them pushing a defibrillator on a cart so that it was beside the doctor who yelled out the order. Said doctor was now forcefully pushing the palms of his hands into Bellamy's still chest, performing CPR, only switching out with a nurse in order to grab the defibrillator handles. Rubbing them together, he yelled "clear!", and pressed one pad onto the side of her stomach while the other was at the beginning of her chest, right above her right breast.
Bellamy's body convulsed and arched , and her heart gave a thump, but otherwise, it stayed still. The heart monitor continued to wail its sorrowful tone. The doctor yelled out to the nurses to recharge into a higher voltage as another nurse continued CPR. The voltage was upped, and the shock was delivered, yet... nothing. Her heart gave no sign of starting again. The voltage was increased yet again, almost 3 times its original current, and was administered into Bellamy's fragile and injured body, but nothing happened.
The nurses continued CPR while the machine charged, but after each shock, the chances of Bellamy coming back was becoming slim. Another effort from the defibrillator was tried, but it was fruitless... Bellamy was clinically and medically dead.
Steve couldn't watch anymore. His eyes tore away from the screen, away from the doctors and nurses- away from Bellamy. His eyes were wide, so wide, and full of so many different emotions- anger, hate, regret... all of it at himself. He could not believe himself; he could not believe that he was capable of doing something so... violent towards a teenager who was just messing around.
He killed her. She did not deserve to be killed that way she did. She did not deserve to die at 17, no matter how many bad things she had done to others. She deserved to be locked up, yes, but not killed. Not like that.
He killed Bellamy.
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