Rarl Oneshots (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

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Marvel oneshot! This will take place during Age of Ultron. If you are getting into Marvel and haven't seen Age of Ultron, then this is a spoiler warning. You have been warned. Btw requests are open.

(Hey what's up. It's October right now. When I wrote this it was all the way back in summer or a little earlier than that. During that time I had never seen AOU. I've only heard things about and I wanted to make a story with Carl and Ron. I've seen it now and I've realized my mistakes. So fair warning for that)

*super little smut warning towards the end*

Ron

"You didn't see that coming." Gone. Just like that Carl is gone. Dead in a matter of seconds. The thud when his lifeless body falls to the ground echoes around the area. I keep the kid from looking at Carl and return him to his mother. She's sobbing. I would be too if I wasn't in so much shock.

When I know the mother and her kid are gone, I walk to Carl slowly. As if I'm afraid of him. No, not that. I'm afraid of looking a him. I know he's dead, but I can't bring myself to look at him. I finally reach him, and that's all it took for the tears to start.

The many gunshot wounds are still bleeding out. I kneel down next to him. His face is already going pale. I pick up Carl and cradle him close to me. The warmth of his body is fading quickly. My silent cries can only be heard by him. As if he can hear them.

"Ron, what's going on? Is everything all right?" Enid speaks to me through to intercom, but I barely hear her. I'm too focused on Carl to even answer her back.

"Ron! Answer me Ron. What's going on!?" I can't bring myself to tell her. Saying the words will break me. I take a deep, shaky breath and lower the mic to my mouth.

"He's dead Enid. Carl." Silence is on the other end and that's kind of what I need right now. Static is heard on my earpiece, and I start to hear the Quinjet coming for us. I don't bother moving. I'm not going to leave him. Not even Judith will make me.

Judith.

Oh no. She lost her brother. How will she react? What if she freaks out and-

"Ron! Get up and take Carl! We got to go now!" Enid interrupts my negative thoughts and shoves my shoulder. I look up at her, and she's looking at the jet frantically. I get up with Carl still in my arms. Bridle style. His blood gets all over my arms and hands. I've always wanted to carry him like this. Now, I'm carrying his lifeless body, knowing that I shouldn't be carrying him like this for this reason.

It seems like a blur. Getting onto the jet, arriving at Avengers tower, giving Carl to Mikey and Henry. Mikey lets Henry handle him for a bit. I sit down on the couch slowly. My body is so sore. My eyes are heaving. I barely feel Mikey's hand on my shoulder.

"Ron there's a way we can save him by using the Tissue -." I look at Mikey quickly. I don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence.

"I don't care how, just save him please." I get up and go to the elevator so I can go to my room. I need to be alone right now. I don't need Enid trying to comfort me or Mikey with his stupid science language. I just need Carl. I need him alive at least.

I walk to the bathroom and strip my clothes off my body carefully. When I turn on the water I start crying. Why did he have to do that? It should have been me. Not him. Carl had so much to live for and I don't. By then the water is ready and I step in.

I take my time with everything. Making sure I get every strand of hair on my head. Making sure I get every inch of skin on my body. Making sure I get everything Carl's dead body touched.