Sam - 17

By -

Cont...

Avery held the phone next to Steve's mouth and motioned for him to breathe deeply. She had no doubt that Stark was tracing the call. She was fairly certain he would give them the medical attention they needed whether he would arrest them was another matter entirely.

"Steve? You sound awful." Tony's voice came through on speaker.

Sam and Bucky were both on edge, either this would work or they would get blasted out of the sky.
"I kinda- have- internal bleeding-" Steve wheezed eyes closed using all his energy to get clear sentences out.

"Internal bleeding? What did you do?" Tony asked, sounding both shocked and scolding almost like a parent to a young child.

"Long- story-" Steve was getting quieter now. "Need- clearance-"

"For what?" Tony asked before Steve could answer Tony spoke again, "You do realize that if the airspace radar catches you you'll become smithereens above the harbor?" So he knew where they were now.

"Yeah- clearance," Steve mumbled.

"Absolutely not! I don't have the pull with the airspace administration! I can't just give you those codes!" Tony sounded more distraught than angry. He was right though, he didn't have the reach to let them land over New York. He did have the power to let them land upstate though.

"Tony- please-" Steve was getting really quiet now.

There was a long moment of silence before Tony huffed, "Head upstate medical personnel will be waiting for you. I'll give you the coordinates and clearance codes."

"Thanks," Steve whispered.

Avery pulled the phone away and flipped it off the speaker, "Mr. Stark? I'm ready for those codes."
Stark rattled off the codes and coordinates before saying he needed to alert medical and abruptly hanging up on her.

 "I have the codes!" Avery said, going to stand before collapsing from the screaming pain in her abdomen and arm.

"Avery!" Max just about fell out of his chair turning around to try and see her yet unable to help with the jet about to go over New York airspace.

"Hey, stay down," Sam said, easing her back to the floor.

"I'm fine, it's nothing, I'm fine," Avery mumbled laying down.

"I need those codes!" Max called as they could now faintly see the glow of the city that never slept on the horizon, his attention split between making sure they didn't get blown out of the sky and Avery. Avery held out her tablet and Bucky handed it to Max.

"Alright, I'm gonna take a look at your abdomen. This might hurt." Sam warned pulling her jacket away there was glass and blood pooled around her middle. "You must have gotten it when you crashed through the window. I can't pull it out without running the risk of you bleeding out." Sam said looking at her arm next, same situation, glass, and burns.

"How thoughtful of you," Avery muttered.

"Well, that's what you get for diving arm first into a window." Sam shot back.

Avery rolled her eyes as they fell back into a normal banter, "Shut up you don't always have to be right."

Please tell me what you think!

Follow if you like it!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Price We Pay for Family - 39

By -
  Cont... Cass didn't think he'd ever get over how small adults looked when they thought he wasn't looking. How their shoulders sometimes curled in and true emotions came out and how they seemed to dim when no one was looking.  Mama and Uncle Sam were like that. They were faking normality for him and AJ. Smiling with smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes. Went and did things with them as their faces were not quite there. Said they were fine and cried behind closed doors.  Cass wasn't a fool. He knew it was bad. But what frustrated him most was that they wouldn't tell him anything straight. It was white lies and half-truths. Not the cold hard truth, plain and simple. They were dancing around everything like he was glass. He wanted to scream. He wanted the truth.  That's why he ended up creeping silently down the black stone halls deep in the palace to try and find the medical wing. He wanted to know the truth. Wanted to see just what Mama and Uncle Sam, a
Read more

The Price We Pay for Family - 38

By -
  Cont... Sam had never felt so helpless than when he'd handed Bucky's much too light body to the doctors and had only been left to pray he'd be okay. He'd see Bucky had so pretty huge highs and some pretty deep lows, but Sam had never seen him that still, that dead. Even out of surgery and hooked up to all sorts of machines, he still looked dead. His skin was shallow, his breathing forced by a tube down his throat.  The only way Sam could have told he was alive was the wheeze of the air machine and the steady slow beep of the heart monitor. The doctors had done four surgeries to repair the damage they could. They'd had to infuse most of his skeleton with vibranium to help it regrow. At least now, his arms and hands didn't look deformed.  They'd told him they were keeping him under until they could get his breathing to go on its own. But Sam still stayed with him.  He remembered Bucky had mentioned once a long time ago that he could faintly remember his time
Read more

The Price We Pay for Family- 35

By -
  Cont... Yelena Belova was a force of nature. Sam had only made her acquaintances 6 hours ago, but Bast if she didn't make an impression.  They'd found her at Natasha's grave in Ohio, and she'd almost shot John on sight for 'being such a belligerent idiot' and sullying her sister's reputation with charity groups. After they'd ironed that out, she'd had some choice Russian curses to spit about the 'Countessa El moron.' Apparently, Yelena had been working for her in a freelance way and had been manipulated into almost killing Clint Barton under the assumption he'd killed Natasha. Sam could see where the dislike came from.  Between Yelena's and John's freelance records, Shuri had been able to narrow down the locations the phone the two had communicated with had pinged from. It left them with a short list of places that Nakia cross-referenced with chatter in the area to get it down to one, an old drug factory deep in the Venezuelan j
Read more