Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold *Avengers* Daredevil*

4) The impossible task

"Are you insane?!" you rephrased, because what the fuck did he just say?!

"Yes. No! Listen – he was injected into his calf. We need to prevent it from spreading further-" Bruce started, his expression almost delighted as if his friend wasn't lying there, metal clinking as he was writhing in pain and resembling a person with epilepsy.

Shit. Had Steve had epilepsy before getting boosted by the serum? You knew he had several conditions, but you couldn't remember all of them, definitely not now. Was the antiserum working that fast?! You shook of the thought for the sake you own mental health.

"Did you notice that everyone I used my power on got a frostbite or lost a part of his body completely? You could as well cut his leg off!" you shouted back.

"Too radical-"

"Then apply a fucking tourniquet!" you yelled at him, not caring if you had an audience.

"His metabolism is too fast, Anderson!" The fake last name didn't help you to snap from the hysteria building in your chest. "It already is spread, but you can cool him down-"

"I can't do that!"

"Why couldn't you?" Tony interjected and you turned to him, incredulous.

"Because they fucking call me FROSTBITE, not COLDBITE!"

"Come on-"

"He's calling me Frosty," you sobbed into your palm, your world swimming in front of your eyes as you were drowning in tears. "Fuck, fuck, fucking shit-"

Everyone fell silent, the only sound created by Steve's body falling back onto the bed, then arching again.

"Haven't you tried it before?" Natasha questioned and you didn't even look at her, your gaze glued to Steve's body fighting the antiserum. You had never seen anything scarier and you had seen what your powers could do.

"No! Don't you get it?! I fucking hurt him the first time I met him! I'm-"

"First time for everything," sounded calmly behind you, gloved hand suddenly resting on your forearm. You followed the lines of the arm in disbelief, meeting Devil's half-covered face. It was ridiculous how unfazed he was by all this. Then again, why would he be? He didn't care about Steve, hell, he- "He trusts you."

"Yeah, he has before and gave him a frostbite-"

"You can stand in a distance, cooling the air. Can't you handle that?" he offered slowly, his head bowing down slightly. You swallowed loudly, wondering how he could think of your abilities with such ease without knowing a thing and why the hell hadn't you shaken off his hand yet. "He has a reason to trust you, everyone on your team does. And... he was right. I trust you too."

You drew in a sharp breath, filling your lungs, expanding your aching ribcage. Did he just say-

"I trust you, kiddo," Tony shrugged, still rather calm about the fact that his friend was lying there unconscious, occasionally spasming and de-seruming, because of some experimental shit. People experimenting on people. You would freeze their fingers off and their too intelligent brain would follow.

"He's right. We all do. And you're the only hope he has."

You glanced at Natasha and she gave you a reassuring nod. You threw away that stupid eye-mask of yours before your shaking hands went to hover over your closest friend. This was insane. They all belonged to a mad house.

"Then he's screwed," you muttered darkly, closing your eyes, releasing more tears.

You felt the gloved hand squeezing your forearm with the lightest pressure, fingers running lower, thumb caressing the back of your hand. No one dared to comment the gesture and the fact the Devil was touching you with such ease. You had no idea what the fuck was happening, but you had to backburn the issue. Steve. You needed to focus on Steve and on summoning your powers on such a low level you had never managed to.