BAD MEDICINE - ☆ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ☆

black mamba (2/2)

summary: you accidentally get your brother in a tough situation

warnings: very angst and so much sad. death and leukemia. feels at the end. at least for me.

word count: 1747

a/n: B/N= brother's name, or boy's name if you don't have a brother

"B/N?" You gasp and rush to get him out of his car. "Someone, call an ambulance!" You try to shake him awake, but he doesn't respond. "B/N isn't conscious, but he's got a pulse." You say through your earpiece to the rest of your team and unbuckle B/N's seatbelt and pick him up, then carefully place him on the ground while waiting for the ambulance. You crouch on the ground next to him and tell him that you'll be right back before webbing up the bad guy's hands and feet together and setting him on the ground.

B/N has a few cuts on his face and chest from the broken windshield, and the top of his head is bleeding, probably from the roof of the car caving in on him when the guy fell on top of it. You crouch on the ground holding his hand and wait for help while doing your best to hold back your tears.

Tony came first. Tony picked B/N up and flew him to the hospital. You walk into the hospital requesting to see your brother, but the receptionist said he was in "critical condition" and not even family could see him at the moment.

You fly back to the Avengers Tower to change your clothes, sulking the whole way. You toss your suit in the washing machine and get on sweatpants, sneakers, and a t-shirt, then trudge back to your brother.

-<>-<>-

"Y/N," Peter runs up behind you while you enter the parking lot of the hospital. "Where were you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Natasha and Cap and I could have used some help," Peter states impatiently, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I was helping my brother," You spit back. "I accidentally dropped a guy on his car."

"Wha-how the hell do you accidentally drop a guy on someone's car?" Peter questioned forcefully, making you take a small step backward.

"I was fighting him. On the roof. He fell."

"Why didn't you push him away from B/N's car, then?"

"Because I didn't know it was B/N's car!"

"So you were just about to let some innocent person get hurt?!"

"No! Are you saying B/N isn't innocent or something?!"

"That's not what I said at all!"

"Peter," you say softly. "Please stop yelling. I'm really stressed out as of right now, and us yelling wouldn't help. I'm sorry I couldn't help you earlier. I hope you understand what I'm going through."

"What you're going through?" Peter asks in shock. "Your brother is just unconscious! That's nothing compared to what I've loved through. Three of my closest family died when I was at a relatively young age, I don't remember my parents at all, and you're complaining about your brother getting a little bit hurt? Y/N, have you ever once thought what I've gone through in my life so far?"

"You're not the only one with a fought life Peter! Have you ever wondered why you haven't ever seen my mom? Do you wonder why my dad doesn't look anything like me? That's because my dad was fucking murdered when I was eight! My mom remarried, then she was killed, too! B/N is the only real family I have left! You're not the only one with family problems, Peter!" You shout, unable to control your anger any more. Salty tears start to trickle down your cheeks as you finish. "The person I love most is in danger because of me." You add quietly. "Because if me." You whisper and point to your chest.