You Have My Word - Avengers: Age of Ultron Fanfiction

Chapter Three: Ready

I could hear some talking. I believe it was Clint. I blinked my eyes open, expecting to be in the medical center again, but I wasn't. I was in my room laying in my bed.

"JARVIS? Vital scan on (Y/N), please."

"Right away."

As he scanned me, I sat up groaning. Clint inhaled sharply, obviously expecting me to not have awoken yet.

"Vitals are all normal. She is still extremely dehydrated."

Clint rolled his eyes, tossing me a bottle of water and I downed it. He stood up, walking to my doorway and calling down the hall. After a moment or two, the entire team waited at my door. I'm guessing they wanted some answers. I moved to sit on the edge of my bed, inviting the team in and letting Clint sit next to me.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright... just dizzy is all."

"Well, your dizziness can be attributed to your dehydration."

"I don't know how she's dehydrated. She took two fluid IVs and downed a bottle of water. Surely she should be better off... "

Bruce went deep into thought as did I - why am I so dehydrated? Maybe they're confusing it with something else... But what could be so easily overlooked to be classified as dehydration?

"Well, either way, (Y/N), you're going to be in bed for a while until we can figure out what's up with you."

"Sir, a word."

"Sure."

JARVIS called out to Tony and he stepped out. I stared up at Steve and I mouthed, 'Something has to be wrong,' to him. He shrugged. Clint looked over, placing his hand on my back in a useless attempt to comfort me. I looked over at him with a small smile plastered on my face. He chuckled and just before speaking, Tony walked in.

"Alright, gang. Scepter has been located. Suit up."

Clint and I stood up. Everyone's eyes shifted to stare at me.

"No no no, Crazy. Clint, you're going to stay back with (Y/N). She isn't fit to fight."

"I'm not staying here to do nothing. I'd rather fight."

"What happens if you blackout on the field?"

"I won't."

"You don't know that, (Y/n)." Steve chimed in and my attention shifted to him. "It would be better for you to stay out of this one."

"I'm going."

I crossed my arms, planting my foot down, and staring into Tony's eyes. He shrugged, the team knew by now that if I want something, I get it. And I want to fight. I turned to look at the others, everyone shrugged, all of our attention shifting to Steve. He took a deep breath, looking slightly down at me.

"You sure you-"

"I'm fighting, Steve."

He sighed heavily and nodded, accepting that he wasn't beating me in this one. I smiled and shooed everyone out of my room as I grabbed my suit.

"Hey JARVIS."

I called out as I changed, wanting an opinion.

"Yes?"

"Is there any logical reason as to why I'm so dehydrated? I drink plenty of water."

"I'm not sure. My guess is that they looked over something and classified it as dehydration. But, what that is is what's confusing."

"My thoughts exactly."

I put my com in my ear and headed out towards the armory, seeing Clint grabbing arrows and Steve fixing up his suit.

"Hey boys~"

They looked back at me with smiles as I approached.

"Hey, how you feeling?"

"As good as I can, all things considered."

I leaned over Steve, grabbing my daggers from my stall. I had a melee weapon for just in case emergencies. Of course, there weren't ever any, but hey, they look cool. As everyone finished suiting up, we headed to the garage to load up the jet. Steve and I always ride the bike together. Keeping it steady with my telekinesis is pretty much second nature to me. As we boarded the jet, Tony talked to JARVIS about coordinates and where exactly they were going. The last person on the jet was always Bruce; he was always hesitant for missions because of his fear of the Hulk. Nat and I assured him everything would be okay. Unfortunately, we weren't correct this time.