Flames - (avengersxreader fanfic)

Scarring

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You open your eyes and the clinical white lights blind you instantaneously. God that designer was crazy. Your vision slowly focuses, and you take in your surroundings. You were lying in a hospital bed, white linen sheets cover your clothes, an IV in your arm. Following your gaze down to your hands, you realise that both of them are cuffed together. You try to pull them apart, but they do not budge. You shuffle yourself up into a sitting position and peer out of the window to your side. You still seem to be in the compound, probably in a medical facility; it makes sense that there is one onsite. Reaching beside the bed, you tug on the nurse's cord - might as well find out why you're here. Your memories were quite hazy, all you remember is a voice, a dark velvety British voice, then darkness.

As you try to dig through your mind, Rhodey walks in.

"Hey, you're up, let me take those handcuffs off."

"Why do I have them on," you mumble, the words slurring together. The had given you some strong medication.

"Well after you had collapsed you were taken straight to the AMC (Avengers Medical Centre) but whilst the doctors were checking you, you repeatedly tried to burn them. The handcuffs were made for Loki and they repress magic. They also worked on you, so it was the only way they could go about their jobs safely."

"Oh god did I hurt anybody," you questioned your voice filled with concern. Your mind is then consumed with the memory of Bucky's ear-piercing scream. Your shoulders and bottom lip tremble as the imaginary sound waves wash over your ears.

"YOU DID THAT." It was the same voice again, teasing & taunting you. Forcing horrifying cruel thoughts to flood your brain. You almost scream out loud but resort to shuddering sobs.

Rhodey quickly takes off your cuffs and rubs your shoulder - comforting you. "Hey, it's okay," he begins soothingly. "No one was hurt don't worry."

"But...But what about Bucky," a vivid image of Sam's burning wings flash to mind. "And Sam are they okay... I didn't mean to hurt anyone I swear!" You cry out-loud.

"Sam is fine, you know that, Bucky however, is being treated as we speak. You seemed to have kept the heat at a central point and not let it spread, meaning that the doctor's do not have to do much. He'll be fine. Unfortunately for you, your cut is going to leave a scar on your face - they had to use 16 stitches to close it."

Tentatively your raise your hand and run your finger along the stitches. The wound runs from beside the corner of your eye to the dimple underneath the edge of your chin. 

"Well I guess it's something to always remember the fight by," you mutter.

"The doctor's couldn't find any cause to why you collapsed - you seem perfectly healthy. Do you have any theories?"

You don't want anyone to know about the voice controlling you (it would probably get you kicked off the team) so you just reply, "No, I have no idea at all."

"Well that's fine, obviously this whole situation was traumatic for you. Anyway, once the nurse clears you can you come down to the meeting room, I think I'll need you there..."

Your heart flutters slightly, he still wants you at the meeting after the stunt you just pulled.

Replying in the most nonchalant voice you can muster you say, "Oh sure I can." He turns to leave. "Before you go Rhodey I was just wondering what time it is since there isn't a clock in here?"

"It's 11:30 - you guys fought for about a half hour and you've been out cold for the rest of the time. It might be worth noting that everyone was very impressed with how you fought especially me - we could definitely use someone like you on the team."

"Thank you Rhodey," you smile; hardly containing your joy.

As he leaves the room you stare outside comparing how different your life was to this time last year.

"IT'S A SHAME YOU DIDN'T KILL BUCKY - HIS ARM WOULD HAVE MADE A NICE WALL DECORATION."

It was the voice speaking, the same voice inside your head but now its body was being reflected in the window. You couldn't see much since you were lying down but it had startling green eyes just like you.

"What do you want?" you shout at it.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I WANT PET, IT MATTERS WHAT YOU WANT," it leers at you. Its' eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Well all I want is for you to go away," you cry hoping that it would stop haunting you.

"OKAY PET, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU REALLY WANT, SEE YOU SOON."

The shadow disappears from the glass. You feel like crying as all your emotions overwhelm you. Why were you being tormented by this thing. What was happening. But you compose yourself as a bumbling nurse enters the room. Her name tag states that she's Lisa Taylor and she goes about her duties with a charmingly cheerful disposition. She asks you how your feeling and takes a manner of different readings from the machine beside you. She also removes the IV and applies a new dressing to your face. Finally, she signs a form saying that you are fit to leave and hands it to you before wishing you a pleasant day. She reminded you of your primary school art teacher - Miss Collins. No matter how terrible or sloppy your paintings were, she would always call them a masterpiece and hang them up on the wall. You loved her.

Returning yourself back to the real world you say goodbye to the nurse and wait for her to leave before you get out of bed. Tying your hoodie around your waist - you didn't want to dislodge your dressing - you walk into the corridor and follow the blue line to the exit. It was like any hospital except that this one was not buzzing with patients but instead filled with a different specialist team of doctors for each Avenger and their family. Passing a room with a glass window built facing the inside, you see Bucky lying in the bed, motionless. You nearly open the door but decide that you'll apologise when he's actually conscious. Again, the harrowing thoughts appear in your brain, but you hurriedly brush them aside. You have a meeting to get to.