Meanwhile, pondering the chances of getting long hair for chiss men sometime. Also, black on black turned out to be a bad decision for the Satele outfit, might as well have stuck with black and yellow.
Izuku is Emotional, his Quirk reacts by kicking him into high gear.
Unfortunately (?) for Izuku, it happens half the time.
even let me…
Cracky In Places, Creative Usage of Feels, Quirk!Izuku, Self-Indulgent Quirk
Rambling, Canon Events Slipped In-Between Izuku Mentally Rambling About His
Quirk, No Really, Artistic License: Physics And Sound Waves, Jumps Around Canon
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Izuku’s Quirk was… unique, to say the least.
people assumed it was a speed-enhancing Quirk.
Izuku tugged at his mother’s skirt as he pointed at the hero figurines on
display; his mother promised to buy him one of All Might and he was so excited,
he was vibrating in place.
at her son as she walked over to the store’s entrance.
Her son, in
his excitement, ran up ahead of her.
he ran, he was a blur shooting with impressive speed forward. Impressive speed
he had no control over, which caused him to stumble, trip and fall to the
ground. Instead of crying, he shot up again and looked back at his mother with
see that?!” He shouted, “My Quirk! My Quirk!”
Izuku discovered that his Quirk didn’t just enhance his speed.
at the bent wall among silence from his peers. He had just punched it in
excitement over the new All Might movie, and it just… bent inwardly.
Everyone knew his
Quirk made him fast and he was scrawny with no muscles to speak of; so how-?
it appears that your son’s Quirk doesn’t just enhance his speed but also his
strength. You said he didn’t hurt his hand, right?”
means his Quirk augments his body’s speed, strength and sturdiness. But for a
short amount of time, and it’s always fueled by a burst of emotions.”
Izuku, age: 6, Quirk: Emotional Rush.
to analyze Quirks and his own was no exception. So far, he figured out that his
Quirk increased his speed and strength, made him practically invincible while
it was active, and it activated whenever he felt a particularly strong burst of
He felt quite
strongly, which meant he unintentionally activated his Quirk a lot.
And that was
how he figured out the drawback to his Quirk.
fondly as she saw her son curled up on the floor, staring blankly at the wall.
it’s time for lunch.”
Izuku made a
sound at the back of his throat and rolled to his room.
again and pulled her son using her Quirk, lamenting how her son’s Quirk left
him drained after it activated.
No one knew
just how many functions of his body his Quirk enhanced aside from him. No one
knew how wide the range of emotions that fueled his Quirk was, better than him.
And that was
why, when the slime villain rushed at him from the sewers, when the terror
roaring in his veins kick-started his Quirk, when he opened his mouth and screamed
so loudly he probably would have seriously hurt his ears if his Quirk didn’t
prevent it, he wasn’t surprised in the least.
He was saved
from the villain, and was left shaking in his shoes due to the aftereffects of
And then he
saw All Might in the flesh.
transcendent excitement of meeting his idol woke his Quirk again, causing it to
metaphorically grab him from rock bottom to launch him into the freaking sun.
(He was, once
more, reminded of why it was a Very Bad Idea to activate his Quirk multiple
times in succession as he lied on the ground, empty, with All Might hovering over
One of the
greatest challenges Izuku faced was gaining a measure of control over his Quirk
so that he won’t launch into a Rushed state (as he called it) every time he got
overly excited and/or nervous. Which was basically 90% of the time.
As he stared
at the U.A building on the day of the entrance exam, he was completely and
intimately reminded of why it was such a challenge; he could barely take a step
or, heck, breathe without his Quirk being on the verge of activating.
And that was
a Very, Very Bad Idea.
He needed to
save his energy for the practical exam and there was no way he was taking the
written exam while simultaneously gathering every scrap of energy he could
Izuku thought, staring at the city construct and listening to Present Mic, the
amount of emotions he kept at bay so far was bound to last him a decent amount
Izuku shot like a bullet towards the city, leaving a small crater, a trail of
dust and silent, gaping fellow examinees behind him.
the spirit!” Present Mic shouted, “What are the rest of you waiting
One of the
most embarrassing things about his Quirk was that it also fueled his ramblings.
He stared back at where the zero points robot stood awkwardly in place as its
leg were bent where he kicked them, “We almost died aretheyforreal-?!”
He continued on in hysterics. His fellow examinee whom he just saved, the nice
girl with gravity manipulation Quirk, patted him on the back in an attempt to
calm him down.
just as abruptly as he shot off at the start of the exam and toppled to the
floor. The girl freaked out, “Hey, are you all right?! Are you hurt?”
Izuku ignored her and curled up, god, he just wanted to sleep.
It was highly
embarrassing, “I’m so sorry for ignoring you back then!” Izuku
rambled, “It’s just, my Quirk leaves me tootiredandIkindofuseditmorethanusual-”
okay!” Uraraka Ochako smiled at him.
you’re all done.” A man in a sleeping bag rolled into view.
in awe at him, was this man their homeroom teacher? Would he teach Izuku the
arts of lethargic rolling in a sleeping bag? Izuku needed that particular skill
in his life like nobody’s business.
fidgeted nervously; oh god, a test on the first day? Well, that was U.A for
you. Izuku was enough of a nervous wreck to activate his Quirk on command-
actually, he was barely holding his Quirk back, if he relented even for one
second it would totally-
student who ranks last in terms of points will be expelled.”
high-fived him in the face with a fist.
does your hero costume have a skirt instead of pants, Deku-kun?”
Izuku tell Uraraka that it was to make sure that no matter how tired he got,
the sheer embarrassment of wearing a skirt would be enough to fuel him?
(At least she
didn’t ask about the tiny writing on his sleeves; there was no way he was going
to explain how helpful fanfiction was in fueling his Quirk.)
at the villains in the water and gulped, “I… I can do it. I can jump there
and get them.”
they’ll hurt you, Midoriya.”
weakly at Tsuyu, “My Quirk doesn’t just enhance my speed and strength; while
it’s active, I’m practically invincible.”
breathed in, out, before he let his fear and anxiety consume him.
state engulfed him and he leapt into the air.
He sucked in
as much air as he could, pushed the most of his Quirk towards his throat and
shrieked at the water.
couldn’t physically attack the villains, then he’d pull a Present Mic.
know what type of rotten luck he had to be told ‘I’m going to beat you’ by the
strongest student in class.
like he hadn’t trained at all for the sports festival.
And so, he
looked Todoroki in the eye and said, “I’m going for it with all my might,
event was an obstacle race. It was the exact sort of set-up that put Izuku at a
disadvantage, considering his Quirk.
other events after, and so, he had to be sure not to overexert himself at the
first event in a way that would prevent him from reaching the next event.
breathed in deeply, eyes closed and mind focused on his Quirk. His Quirk activated
in bursts with very good results; the speed, strength and durability he could
reach with his Quirk going 100% in one go were astounding, from an objective
standpoint. But it exhausted him, and doing multiple bursts in succession was
digging himself a deeper grave.
If he could
play around with the effects of his Quirk and their extent, then he could go
from doing it at full throttle for a short amount of time and ending up being
burned out, to doing it at half power, or lower, for a longer period of time,
achieving a steadier input and slowly burning his energy so that the eventual
tiredness won’t be a shock to his system.
set-up put him at a disadvantage with what he was comfortably knowledgeable
about of his Quirk, it was a good testing ground to experiment with his Quirk.
he didn’t have the chance to leisurely experiment, all of it would be in the
middle of an all-out challenge everyone and their mother were gunning to win.)
When the race
started, Izuku pushed forward, his Quirk rushing through him putting him at the
head of the pack. With every step he took, he reduced the influence of the
Quirk on his body, leaving him in a steady run with a small stream of energy
One of the
upsides of not having his Quirk in full effect was keeping his mind clear and
stopping himself from spontaneous split-second decisions. And so, he jumped,
using the shoulders of the other students with him in the lead as steps instead
of just jumping clear of them all (had his Quirk been running full power).
through the first obstacle in the course and went on to face the next.
He was aiming
to tell the world that he had arrived, and for that, he’d need to use not just
his Quirk, but every trick at his disposal.
nothing more than to flop to the floor and nap. Except he couldn’t, not at the
moment; he hadn’t used his Quirk to its full extent through both the race and
cavalry battle (even though he came close, during the latter).
importantly, Todoroki wanted to talk to him alone.
All Might’s illegitimate son?”
“What? Where did that come from?” Izuku was bewildered, was
this about Izuku having a Quirk similar to All Might’s? Sure, the most obvious
physical enhancements done by Emotional Rush could be easily considered similar,
but he was sure the technicalities were all different.
he never had a reason to explain his Quirk to his classmates in excruciating
thought it was just a one-time thing, bringing up the similarities.)
know the effects may look the same, but I’m completely sure that All Might’s
Quirk is nowhere near the same as mine.” Izuku flailed his arms around,
“There is no way that All Might is related to me like that. I already have
a father. Sure, he’s rarely around and the last time I saw him was years
his mouth shut.
Might is not related to you like that, then how is he connected to you?
Everyone saw you two talk more than once outside of class.”
bullets, how could he explain that the first time he met All Might, his Quirk
went haywire and he ended up distracting All Might as a result which caused All
Might to run out of time while Izuku was rambling to him a mile a minute?
inwardly cursed himself as a haze descended on his thoughts. He had one job!
And he went and failed at it.
had warned him about it, too.)
was he supposed to get something to hit him to get him from underneath the
effects of the Quirk?
frustration and anxiety welled up within him, rising higher and higher the
closer he stepped to the outline of the ring.
reached the edge before his Quirk metaphorically threw him over it. His Rushed
state coursed through his body, intense and hot and burning before it fizzled
out in its usual fashion, making way for fatigue to slam into him like a
falling on his back and gasping, he looked around him, noting that the only
haze in his mind came from being tired instead of under the control of
in deeply and refocused on his Quirk; he’d have to catch a nap later but he
wasn’t going to be as tired as usual, thankfully.
himself up, he rushed Shinsou.
prepared himself to face off against Todoroki both mentally and physically; a
fight against someone of Todoroki’s caliber would require him to pull all the
stops. He’d need his Quirk at max.
He did not
expect accidentally meeting Endeavor before the fight would push him towards a
Rushed state before the match even started.
For once, the
feeling pushing him into Rushed state was anger. For once, his mind was clear
as he stared at Endeavor with gleaming eyes, “Oho? I don’t know if you
need your eyes and ears checked or something, but you clearly missed the memo:
this match will be between me and Todoroki Shouto, not between me and you and
definitely not between All Might and you. Better to quickly get rid of your
habit of seeing Todoroki-kun as an extension of you, it’s pissing me off.”
on a heel and continued on to the arena.
(One of the
things about Rushed state was that whichever emotion triggered it could
influence Izuku’s attitude during its activation period.
what being angry would mean to the confrontation between him and Todoroki.)
started, and Izuku found himself facing an incoming ice glacier.
He took in a
breath and screamed, the sound rattling the ice and cracking it. He took the
opportunity to bulldoze his way though; the ice, already unstable and shaking,
broke down under Izuku’s frontal assault, completely incapable of grasping onto
superior speed, he cleared the ice and reached Todoroki in mere seconds, and
lashed out with his leg towards Todoroki’s left side.
If Izuku was
going at 100%, then by god he was going to make Todoroki do the same.
The match was
Izuku did not
relent and never left Todoroki a chance to breathe, consistently aiming for his
left side in a bid to pull his flames out.
But at the
same time, he made sure to pull his strikes enough not to seriously hurt him.
Izuku did not
allow himself to strike the strongest he could manage without seriously harming
Todoroki until Todoroki used his full Quirk.
And when that
finally happened, when Izuku had screamed and struck hard enough to drag
Todoroki’s flames out into the open, Izuku allowed himself to kick Todoroki out
of bounds before his Rushed state fizzled out and he toppled to the floor,
completely exhausted and almost blacking out.
himself to the arena to face off against Iida.
He was still
exhausted, he had been running on fumes since some point halfway through his
fight against Todoroki; there was no way he could put on half a decent
challenge against Iida and they both knew it.
It was no
wonder Iida won the match.
himself well enough to tell anyone how strongly and quickly he feels. His Quirk
just enabled it and helped him with it at the same time; he never had the
chance to bottle emotions for a long period of time before he hit his threshold
and his Quirk made itself known.
screaming into the void was one of his many past-times in his Rushed state.)
And so, when
he heard about Iida’s brother being attacked, Izuku was the last person
surprised about how he tackled Iida into the ground, wrapped himself around him
and refused to get up or let go until his Quirk’s effects faded.
emotionally rambling as well; there were many a tearful 'mama will make
everything better my child’, 'hush my child, let mama take care of you’, 'do
you want blankets? Hot chocolate? Mama will bring you everything’, 'my son my
son I care about you very much, mama cares about you very much’ and 'I need to
fucking punch a wall or something’.
is he calling himself 'mama’?!”
declaring himself Iida’s mama?”
SWORE. OH MY GOD, MIDORIYA JUST SAID –”)
he was too tired to stay wrapped around Iida for longer than a few minutes,
causing him to let go, dropping into sleep and setting Iida free.
blankly at his hands, wondering what hero name he could pick that would pass
Pick Feels, a small
voice inside of him whispered, giggling, and Izuku ruthlessly squashed it.
pondered for the entirety of the class period, and when it was his turn to show
his pick of a hero name, he shyly walked up to the front of the classroom and
showed his name.
at the decrepit building, hesitating before entering. Was this the right
address? He couldn’t believe that the pro hero who trained All Might
Oh well, he
had to go and check at least.
As he opened
the door he was greeted by the sight of a small, old man slumped over in a puddle
Rush slammed into him, sending him shooting through the air to land next to the
man (he dearly hoped he wasn’t dead).
He was about
to roll him over and see the extent of the injury when the old man snapped his
head up and declared, “I’m alive!”
back in surprise, slamming into the wall behind him and sliding down it to the
ground while staring in shock that was quickly fading to give way to tiredness
as he slipped from his Rushed state.
What a nice start he was at.
at Gran Torino, then back at the taiyaki; what did he just say about
had his Quirk distributed equally in all of his body and it was only in the
last year that he learned how to slightly skew the balance toward one part to
strengthen it, which was how he rendered his unholy screech into an effective
about lowering the energy input to lower the chance of crashing after each
But what if
he consciously pushed all of his Quirk’s energy towards one aspect or one part
of his boy?
require thorough testing.
at the wall of the hospital room he, Iida and Todoroki were in before he sighed
and turned to the other two.
were marked by fatigue, Izuku winced, “I’m really sorry. I had no idea my
Quirk could affect others.”
looked at him, baffled, “That was your Quirk?!”
Iida started, “You never told us what your Quirk was other from it being a
body enhancement Quirk.”
Izuku chewed his lower lip, “It is, technically. But it’s also more
complicated than that? It’s called Emotional Rush. At first, I thought it was a
speed enhancement Quirk, but then-”
Rush is basically a collection of various feels in Quirk form.
This fic was pretty
much an exploration fic, as it’s my first BNHA fic that is not a crossover and
covers events depicted in canon (unlike Flame Hero which is set pre-canon).
LIRR 616, Greenvale by Terry Guy Via Flickr: LiRR 616 trails coach 2801 on an Oyster Bay-bound train, on the bridge over Back Road, just north of the railroad’s Greenvale, New York, station, February, 1984. We always referred to the bridge as “The Greenvale Trestle,” but it’s actually a plate-girder deck bridge. In the distance, we see an N27-route bus turning off of Glen Cove Road to swing over to Glen Cove Avenue.
That ALCO looks so dignified, you’d almost never suspect that at it this point was just a motor-less cab car unit used to provide heat and lighting for the coaches and allow the train to be driven in reverse without having to run the real locomotive around to the other end of the train.
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Korra’s sparkler burst to life as Mako carefully lit the end. She hollered in delight as the sparks fell to the sand below.
“I can’t believe you’ve never played with sparklers before,” Mako commented, a soft smile on his lips as he watched Korra twirl around on the beach like a child, Naga barking and nipping at the sparks.
She looked back at him, her face bright as the sparkler in her hand. “We’re still a bit shy of Fire Nation toys back home,” she said with a wry smile. “I’m sure you can imagine why.”
Mako coughed. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”
Korra laughed as she threw the spent sparkler into the bay, Naga bounding after it, tail wagging.
He was lying facedown on the concrete floor of the Bay Ridge-bound R-Train platform at 4th Av/9th St. He was squirming and groaning. We leaned over him and asked if he needed help getting up. There was a cane leaning against the bench behind him.
Jillian and another passerby and I helped the man stand up and then sit back down (hard) on the bench. The man’s eyes were bulging and red. His teeth were dark, and his speech was mostly incoherent - slurred and breathy and seemingly not English to begin with.
He definitely said “breathing” and “ambulance,” though.
We were underground, so I told him to stay there. That we were going to go above ground and call for an ambulance.
I have never called 911 before. I didn’t know if I should call 911. In New York there’s 311 for non-emergencies. Here’s where I’m a terrible person. I called 311. I told them what was going on. They put me through to 911. They said stay there.
I can’t believe I called 311. It made no difference to the end of this story, but I hated myself for calling 311.
I went back down to the train platform. He had fallen back to the ground, facedown. I helped him back up, told him the ambulance was on its way.
Back above ground we waited only a couple of minutes for the EMTs and their bright blinking lights. We met them at the entrance to the station.
“Are you here for the man on the R-Train platform?” I asked.
“Sure. I guess,” said the EMT. That was verbatim what he said.
We entered the station, went to the platform. I pointed the man out to the two EMTs.
“Oh,” said the EMT. “He’s a regular here. He’s just drunk. We get dragged out all the time for people like this.”
“Oh. I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t worry about it,” the EMT said.
The man on the concrete floor wheezed and struggled to move.
“Get up, man. Come on,” said the EMT to the man on the concrete floor, as Jillian and I walked away. “You urinated yourself. You gonna stop drinking? Why are you drinking?” The man on the ground whined and wheezed some more.
“I feel like an asshole,” I said. “Like I’m a dopey tourist who doesn’t know how this city works.”
“Don’t,” Jillian said. “You tried to help someone,” she said.
I did not feel better. Partially, I felt dumb for thinking a drunk was dying. Partially, I felt dumb for caring. Partially, I felt dumb for doing anything.
“He’s a person,” Jillian said. “I can’t believe they’re acting like he’s a waste of time.”
“They must be familiar with him. He must be drunk here a lot,” I said.
“Still, he’s a person. He needs help. They’re hired to help people. Some people need more help more often than others. Sometimes they have to help people who harm themselves. That’s what helping people is,” Jillian said that night and I paraphrased just now.
A/N: This has been
out and about on different blogs, but I think this is a good home for it.
discovers that adhesive bath mats are a good thing and must be rescued from her
own clumsiness. Warnings include accidental injury, pain medication-induced
stupidity, and problematic nudity.
The best thing
about this place, aside from the amazing magic girl across the hall that you
might actually be allowed to call your friend, and her superhot brother, was
the shower. Oh what a shower. You’d gotten your hands on one of those rainwater
shower heads and it made the whole bathroom steam up with the amount of hot
water it could produce. Oh shower, you thought, only you understand me.
You were singing
along to a specifically made shower playlist, scrubbing your new shampoo into
your hair (“Jasmine scented?” you’d thought as you bought it, “Yes, please!”)
and were just beginning to wonder whether to cook something or order takeout
when it happened.
You took a wrong
step backward, your ankle suddenly twisted, and the next thing you knew your
feet were in the air and you were falling. Your shoulder collided with the
shelf of the shower and your head banged hard against the wall. Your shoulder
made a terrible popping, crunching, tearing sound and it hurt so bad that you
actually screamed. Your face wash even added to the calamity, dive-bombing your
face from a higher shelf.
was definitely broken. You tried to move, but the small attempt sent a wave of
nausea-inducing agony from your shoulder through the rest of your body. It made
your head spin more than the crack against the wall had. You had only one
thought: get the water turned off.
Getting up was
apparently not an option, so you tried scooting down the edge of the shower and
across the floor, lifting your leg up to flip the shower handle to the “off”
setting, whimpering and cursing the entire way. Once the shower had stopped
spraying in your face (oh shower, how could you betray me?), you concentrated
on fishing a towel into the shower, reaching out toward the towel bar with your
good arm. You gave the fluffy pink monster off a towel a swift yank, and it
collapsed on top of you, covering you. Okay great. Now what?
familiar voice called from the living room.
It hadn’t occurred
to you how much noise you’d been making, but now that you had a second to think
about it while you were lying in the shower covered in a slowly dampening pink
towel, it did seem inevitable that somebody would have heard the thuds and the
screams. Of course, you really would have rather it be literally anyone else
that had heard said screams. It couldn’t be Wanda, or Nat, or even Steve. No.
You couldn’t be that lucky.
yelped, “I’m in the bathroom!”
“Are you okay?”
his voice was getting closer and you could tell he was just outside the
“I fell,” you
explained, feeling increasingly foolish with each word, “I think I dislocated
my shoulder,” you paused, really really really not wanting to say what you’d
just realized you’d have to say, “I – I need your help.”
He edged the door
open and the steam disappated. It was much easier to remark on how tall he was
from down here on the floor of the shower, you thought as you gazed up at him.
Wow he was pretty. Just so very pretty.
“Hi…” you said
“Hi,” he responded,
taking in what you assumed to be your pathetic form.
“I can’t move,” you
“I see that,” came
the answer, “Which shoulder?”
“My left,” you
answered, trying and failing to roll over slightly so as to cover more of
yourself with the towel.
jostled your shoulder and you gave a little whimper. Pietro, now looking more
concerned than anything, knelt down next to you.
“Can I…?” he
trailed off, holding out his arms to indicate that he wanted to carry you.
You winced at the
thought, but nodded.
“We can try,” you
It hurt. It hurt a
lot. After a some embarrassing squirming and a lot of whining from you, and a
little effort and a lot of evading of eyes from him, you were wrapped in a
towel and sitting on your bed, cradling your left arm across your chest. Pietro
was sitting next to you, looking your shoulder over.
“I think you have
done some serious damage,” he said solemnly.
“Oh,” was about
all you could say to that.
“We should get you
to the medical bay,” he continued.
“So…we should go
to the medical bay?” he phrased it as a statement, but it definitely came out a
snapped into place in your brain, “I need clothes”
Pietro looked, if
“You can go in a
towel. I’ll carry you. No one will see,” he insisted.
“I…no! I am not
crossing the compound in a towel! I need clothes!” the pain was starting to
make you snappish.
Pietro sighed, and
crossed to your dresser, producing an orange tank top and a pair of pink
shorts. You shook your head, wrinkling
your nose. He sighed again.
“These are clothes,
no?” he insisted.
“They don’t go,”
“Oh for…we are
going to the medical bay. The clothes are purely to cover you, not to make you
look fashionable,” he snapped.
“But… okay fine,”
You stood, good
hand still clinging to your towel. Pietro stared at you. You stared back.
“I can’t do it by
myself,” you finally conceded.
sigh was the only response you got to that. He approached, but you stopped him.
“What?” he was
definitely exasperated now.
“You can’t look,”
“I…what do you
mean I can’t look?” it would have been fair to say he was losing patience.
You just looked up
into his eyes. This catastrophe was not at all how you had envisioned him
seeing your naked body. You were hoping for something pleasant, possibly even
sexy, something that, at the very least, didn’t involve that terrible orange
t-shirt he was holding.
His face softened.
“Okay, I’ll close
my eyes,” he offered, holding out the shorts.
It was a
complicated operation. You managed to climb into the shorts without too much
trouble, holding onto a closed-eyed Pietro as you stepped into the shorts he
was holding out. But the shirt proved more complicated. You tried to wiggle up
into it from the bottom as he held it out, but ultimately your bad arm just got
stuck in the sleeve, your feet managed to tangle around each other, and you
faceplanted directly into his muscular chest. The contacted jolted his eyes
open as you whimpered into his shirt.
“We need to get
you to medical bay,” he repeated, murmuring into your hair.
“Okay,” you said
into his chest. You’d had enough of trying to get dressed anyway.
He scooped you up,
bridal style, and before you even had time to be self-conscious, he was setting
you into a chair in the medical bay.
The doctor on duty
stared at you, from your mismatched outfit, your chicken-wing-like arm that was
wedged into your t-shirt sleeve, your still wet hair from the disastrous
shower, to Pietro, who was naturally standing before her like some young god.
“What seems to be
They’d given you
enough pain medication to sedate a baby elephant, which thankfully had dulled
the throbbing in your shoulder. On the other hand, it also made you incapable
of monitoring what was coming out of your mouth.
Pietro had been
incredibly sweet as he’d sat with you, held you when they reduced your
shoulder, and carried you out of the medical bay. You arm was bound up in a
sling, which made clinging to him extra hard, but that didn’t matter now. You
weren’t actually aware of any problems right now.
“…and I really
don’t understand how the hammer works, I mean, does it decide who’s worthy?
What does worthy mean? Can you be a little bit worthy? But not all the way
worthy? Can an inanimate be object worthy? So many questions….” You babbled
smiled, bemused by your ramblings. The medication seemed to have an odd effect
on you, making you far more prone to saying whatever came into your head. He
wondered if this explained your friendship with his sister. Wanda could pull
this information out of you without having to experience you on pain
You arrived at
your apartment, you still babbling on about the physics of Thor’s hammer.
Pietro set you carefully on your feet. You wobbled dangerously.
“I think I need to
take you to bed,” he observed as you struggled to stay upright.
“You have no idea
how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” you answered.
What the hell?
Did you just say that?
You reached out
absently with your right hand in an attempt to grab the words and stuff them
back in your mouth.
You looked up at
him, trying very hard to focus on his face. Warm blue eyes, mildly surprised.
“I…” you couldn’t
think of what to follow that up with.
“Come on,” he
said, trying to brush off the strange wave of warmth that had washed through
him at your comment.
He scooped you up
again and walked you to the bedroom, depositing you on the bed. You wrapped
your good arm around him and refused to let go.
“I like this,” you
purred, your fingers tangling gently through the silver curls on the back of
His blue eyes
seemed strangely celestial up this close, like the clarity of the sky in May.
There was so much in his eyes; you were easily mesmerized. Sadness and a sort
of permanent pain, but also warmth. Warmth that you’d never experienced, that
you’d always craved. His fingers lingered along your throat, gently brushing
their way up to your jaw. He cupped your chin gently in his hand. You leaned
closer, trying desperately to close the distance between you.
And suddenly he
was gone. He’d untangled himself from you arm and shot across the room before
you could blink. The chill that lingered on your skin at his lack of presence
made you shiver.
“No,” he said
That no, that one little
syllable, translated into your foggy brain as a complete, utter, total and
irreversible rejection. You weren’t sure when you had tears in your eyes, but
suddenly you were crying.
“No! No, no, no,
no, [Y/N] do not cry, please!” he was back at your side just as quickly as he’d
“I thought you
liked… I thought you wanted this…?” you sobbed.
“I…” he closed his
eyes, composing himself, “I do want this,” he smiled wryly, “I want this very
much. But…[Y/N], not like this.”
He stared at you, shaking
“[Y/N] you are in
pain. You are drugged. You are not yourself. You would not forgive me…” he
broke off, his expression hardening, “I would not forgive myself if I took
advantage of that.”
You stared dumbly
at him, your heart thudding in your chest so loudly that you were certain he
could hear it.
His blue eyes met
yours again, “You understand, yes?”
speak. You simply nodded. He nodded in return, then stood to leave the room.
You reached out with your good arm, gripping his wrist.
thinking that you had somehow missed the previous conversation.
“[Y/N] we have
just spoken of –“ he began, but you cut him off.
“I know. But stay.
Not… not like that. Just stay?” you all but begged.
He looked at you,
seemed to size up your motivations, then sighed.
stay. But you must rest.”
enthusiastically, scooting over to make room for him. He nestled into the bed
next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder. The medicine was starting
to take you under.
Your last hazy
memory was of Pietro, his fingers softly stroking your hair, his breathing a
steady rhythm that pulsed you gently to sleep.