can you believe supergirl is so much less popular than superman even though she’s much more interesting as a character, because she remembers krypton and lost her entire world and now she’s getting sidelined on her own show? incredible
I'm really excited to see if you think of the 'bedroom scene' (this sounds so weird) as a good or as a bad thing since people seem to have very different opinions about this moment
(‘bedroom scene’ sounds excellent and I’ll defend that name until death lmao)
OK YOU ASKED FOR IT,,, IT’S LONG BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS :P The way I see it, the scene wasn’t as extreme as most people make it out to be. It wasn’t overwhelmingly positive but it wasn’t drastically negative either. It was… a scene. A shared moment between them that gave us insight about how Lance thinks of Keith and what Keith still needs to work on as a leader.
It beings when Lance comes into the room. He knocks and waits for Keith to acknowledge him but there is not a single doubt in his mind that Keith will allow him into his room. He marches in without hesitation and Keith moves aside, no questions asked. Lance had known that Keith would listen to him.
That’s a huuuuge improvement from s1. S1 Lance would never have considered going to Keith about his problems and s1 Keith would have probably just stared at Lance in confusion, blocking the doorway. Not here though. Keith is happy that Lance visited him. As soon as Lance admits that he wants to talk about something that troubles him, Keith starts smiling.
It’s honestly adorable how happy he is. “Wow, it really must be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” He’s just- he’s so happy, he even made a joke, he was delighted that Lance thought of depending on him when he needed help. We already know how much value Keith places on “bonding” but this was a crucial moment for him; Lance has shown that he supports Keith in the first few episodes of s3 but supporting someone and trusting them with your own troubles are two different things. Lance trusts Keith, he really really does and Keith is finally starting to realize it.
Then Lance says it’s because he is the “team leader” now. Keith’s expression falls.
But here’s the thing. Shiro was already back at that point. And I mean back as in ‘already in his new outfit and out of his room’-back. It makes sense that Lance wouldn’t want to burden him with heavy decisions but this is not a heavy decision (even if Lance might think otherwise hah). If he still thought of Keith the way he had thought of him in s1 he would have gone to Shiro with this.
So why did he choose Keith? Multiple reasons, probably - because he didn’t want to bother Shiro, because Keith has actually seen his skills on the battlefield and is the only ‘battle-leader’ qualified to make a decision, because he knows Keith would listen, because he knows that Keith would never lie to him, because he trusts Keith. Lance is insecure and he doesn’t like to show it, even when he told Coran about his homesickness it was Coran that approached him. Not here though. Lance approaches Keith out of his own free will. Between Keith and Shiro it’s probably easier for Lance to show this side of himself to Keith, someone he sees as distinctly human/reachable (they are “neck to neck”) as opposed to someone levels above him (his “hero”).
Then the whole spiel starts. Keith… at first Keith genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on. Lance is like “I’ve been doing some math” and Keith is like “lol ok yeah your math is correct”. Then it slowly dawns on him as Lance keeps explaining his reasoning. He follows along until “maybe the best I can do for the team is to step aside”.
By then the importance of the moment has fully sunken in. He understands that Lance is serious about this but he doesn’t understand how he reached that conclusion. He’s like “what are you talking about?!” and when Lance tells him that Keith would want his best soldiers on the front line - excluding himself with that statement - Keith can’t even begin to explain how wrong that is. The thing about these two is that they raaarely have heart-to-hearts and in those they have had it was usually Lance comforting Keith or Keith just… going along with whatever Lance initiates.
But that doesn’t work this time. Lance expects him to take the lead and so Keith does what he always does when he is confronted with emotions like insecurity: tell Lance (or himself) to suck it up and deal with it. He didn’t mean any ill by it, it’s just how Keith usually deals with feelings. He shoves troubles and doubts aside and focuses on what he can do. He lives in the moment, Lance lives in the future. “Stop worrying about who flies what and just focus on your mission. Things will work themselves out” was genuine advice from Keith^^’
[it might also be a failed attempt at offering comfort - Keith doesn’t really believe in things working themselves out, so when he says that he’s basically telling Lance that the team is going to work it out. Which is exactly what happens later, Keith was ready to give up his lion and stay at the castle ship. There is no way Lance could have known that on his own though… and I’m not sure if Keith was even consciously aware of what he was implying with these words :’D]
[flat out rejection to discuss things his friends worry about is not new behavior for him either - he did the same thing back in s2e1 when he Shiro asked him to lead Voltron in case he’s not there anymore. He dismissed Shiro’s concerns with “stop talking about that, nothing is gonna happen to you”. Keith is just plain bad with words, it’s definitely something he needs to work on,,,]
Anyway, Lance’s reaction to Keith’s words is an immediate draw back. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Which is completely understandable, anyone in his situation would have felt as if their worries just got dismissed. And Keith realizes he has fucked up, he calls out to him with a sad expression:
Before making that one “leave the math to Pidge joke”:
It was an attempt to cheer Lance up and Lance recognized the joke for what it was, so he smiled. He smiled because it was a joke and to let Keith know that his efforts are appreciated, but the joke didn’t make the lack of help from before any better or worse. Lance has gotten nothing out of it besides being able to guess that Keith probably cares about him - but he already knew that, otherwise he wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. Keith got out of this that Lance needs support, even if he has not the slightest clue on how to provide it (and he isn’t the type that would go to other people with this issue; not if Lance has approached him privately).
This scene wasn’t a “big klance moment”, it was just one step of many in their relationship. They are developing slowly, from ‘rivals’ to tentative friends. I don’t think that Keith helped Lance much, there is definitely a loooot of langst still coming up thanks to his failure of supporting him here, but I don’t think that he destroyed the fragile foundations of their friendship with this either. Lance might hesitate or choose not to approach him again if he has more self-confidence issues but I doubt that he blames Keith for that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The same way he had his reasons to not approach Hunk, Pidge, Allura or Shiro this time he might have his reasons not to go to Keith next time. That doesn’t mean he values their developing relationship any less :D
One of us should probably say something. About what? I don’t know, the moment? Remind the men in whose name this fight is to be fought? You think they’ve forgotten? No, but
…we are emotional beings, after all, and rhetoric is the fuel that feeds the fire. For 10,000 years, a man anticipating conquest - has stood before his army -
He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.
You decided to meet him for a swap of your things. It was still pretty early so you decided to meet for an early lunch. You didn’t want to pretend like your someone your not so you dressed in a casual ripped jeans and flowy top.
Would you recognize him? Would he recognize you?
You both decided to meet at the corner café. You were beyond nervous. What if you is actually a jerk or he doesn’t like the real you? What if he regrets last night?
You walked into the café, you didn’t notice any familiar faces so you picked a seat in the back. It was pretty empty anyway so he shouldn’t have trouble finding you.
You clicked your thumbs together waiting for him. You felt your heart beating fast. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t in a good place to be rejected right now.
Your head jerked up when you heard the door open triggering a bell. There he was. He was as gorgeous as you remember. He was wearing a white crewneck a black leather jacket with black jeans. He also had a white beanie on and a black face mask. As soon as he saw you, you could tell he was smiling behind the mask through his eyes.
“Hey.” He said to you as he sat down. He took off his face mask and he gave you a sweet smile. The killer smile you remember.
“Hi.” You shyly responded.
“Let me get us some drinks.” He got up not asking what you wanted.
He came back shortly with two drinks. They honestly looked quite tasty. “This is the best drink here.” He smiled.
You were hesitant to try it because you weren’t a coffee drinker and you doubted they had chocolate shakes here. When you tried it you were blown away. It had a coffee hint but it was mostly ice chocolate. It was delicious.
“It’s a chocolate chip frappuccino…by the look on your face I can tell you like it?” He laughed.
You nodded and put your drink down before it could give you a brain freeze.
“Um.” You started. “I just want to apologize about last night….I promise I never do these type of things.”
He nodded biting the inside of his cheek.
“My friends said that it’s time I put myself out there again….and maybe I got carried away…..so I’m sorry.” You looked down chipping your nail polish off.
“You don’t have to be sorry….” You looked up at him. “I dont regret last night.” He smiled.
“I just kind of wished I remembered more of it.” He continued. “But maybe we can start from the beginning? I mean if you want because you did sneak out on me.” He smirked.
“Oh no.” You leaned your head in your hands. “I promise it’s not like that….I was just embarrassed.” You blushed as you looked at him.
“You’re cute.” He laughed. “So does that me you want to start over?”
“Oh course.” You smiled.
“I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out towards you.
Really we are doing this? “I’m (Y/N).” You laughed at his silliness.
“And I did want to say that you’re great in bed.” He bit his lip.
You rubbed your forehead laughing. “You’re not suppose to say that…we didn’t have sex yet.”
“Right…I predict you’re great in bed.” He smiled.
You shook your head laughing, you kicked him from under the table. “Well I predict that you snore in your sleep.” One thing you remembered this morning was that he had the cutest snore you ever heard, it wasn’t loud or obnoxious but it was soft and cute.
His face dropped from your choice of words. “Really…we’re gonna go there?”
“You started it.” It was your turn to smirk.
You changed your mind, your glad you came to meet him.
“Oh I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and slid your phone across the table. You were so caught up in Jungkook you actually forgot about your phone.
“Thank you.” You blushed. “And you can have this back I guess.” You took his sweater laying on your side of the bench and tossed it to him.
“But I might take it back one day because it’s comfortable.” You tilted your head deviously.
“We’ll see.” He smirked.
The sad part was that Jungkook had to work later that day but he asked you out for tomorrow night. You were beyond excited.
When you got to your apartment your friends were argueing over what movie they rather watch.
“Hey (Y/N) How did it go?” They both sat up as soon as they saw you. You threw yourself between them on the couch.
“He was the most amazing guy ever.” You smiled.
“Really?” Lalisa cheered.
“Yeah….he was sweet, funny, charming, so cute.” You blushed thinking about him.
You felt happy, like you could actually can move on. You could finally forget about Illhoon. He attempted to talk to you a few times since the break up but you told him you weren’t ready, but now you feel confident.
“So when are you seeing him again?” Rosé nudged you.
“We have a date tomorrow.” You bit your lip. You were overly excited and it was obvious in your face.
“See we did this….we want credit at your wedding.” You laughed.
You thought later that day that you should call Ilhoon, he has been trying to talk to you for a while now to settle things.
You felt both relieved and disappointed when you heard his voice mail. You left a message saying how sorry you were for ignoring his calls and that you’re feeling much better and that you’re ready to settle your relationship.
“How’s this?” You pulled out a dress from your closet.
“No too fancy.” Rosé suggested.
You put it back and pulled out something else. “This?”
“No too fancy.” Rosé said more annoyed. Lalisa was good at this but she was out with her guy you still didn’t know.
Jungkook slipped his number in your phone before he gave it back to you and he texted you to not dress fancy, that it was a causal date. Which honestly made you happy because he was more down to earth, but somehow you were still nervous.
“Here.” Rosé got up and went through your closet. “This is not too fancy and it’s not to causal, perfect for a date.”
You loved her choice, it was simple white spring dress with a black and white stripped cardigan and to top it off with some gray doc martins. It was causal, cute, and edgy at the same time.
“Thank you.” You smiled.
“Just be yourself.” You released a breath.
You were already waiting for Jungkook to pick you up even though he told you seven, you still had ten minutes to spare.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a knock on the door.
“He’s here.” Why were you so nervous?
Rosé pushed you to the door and you slowly opened it. Your eyes landed on the handsome guy in front of you. He looked good like usual. He was in a white button down dress shirt with black jeans and his usual black leather jacket.
He looked at you and smiled. “Hey.” He sweetly greeted.
“Behave yourselves.” Rosé smirked.
“No promises.” Those words slipped out of your mouth.
Jungkook just laughed, mostly from your feared embarrassing expression. He reached his hand out and you took it following close behind.
“You look beautiful.” He said shyly.
“So do you.” You replied nervously and mentally hit yourself in the face. “I mean handsome.” You bit your lip.
“That’s okay, I’m know I’m beautiful.” He joked.
You were a flushed mess, your face never turned a shade lighter then red.
While he was driving you felt comfortable, the silence didn’t bother you. He was softly singing to the radio and you were blown away of how incredible his voice was.
“I hope you’re not taking me to the middle of nowhere so I can get murdered.”
“That’s not my style….I’m more lock you up in my basement type.” He laughed.
You pulled up into a parking lot that was packed. Instead of parking Jungkook made his way to the back of the building. After he parked you saw him text someone. You both got out and you followed him to the back door of the building.
You only waited a few seconds until it opened. “Hey man.” Some guy greeted Jungkook. He was wearing a backwards cap but you could tell he had orange hair. He had a smile that brightened up his whole face.
“You’re (Y/N) right?” He looked at you and smiled.
You nodded and shook his hand. “This is Hoseok, hes my friend, he works here so he can sneak us in.” Jungkook introduced you.
What was here exactly? After Hoseok snuck you in, he led you both out of the employees only area. When you made your way to the rest of the building you immediately got excited. You were in an aquarium. It was beautiful.
You walked down the path of the different displays of all the different types of fish. You haven’t been to an aquarium since you were little so it was refreshing. Jungkook really knew how to pick a date. He smiled at your fascination with the different aquariums. There was still people browsing but you could tell the aquarium was on their last hour before close.
Jungkook held your hand the entire time you walked through the different areas. You reached a portion that was a pathway through a tunnel. When you walked along the aquarium it was all along the tunnel. All around you. You slightly jumped when you noticed the sharks swimming above your head. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand tighter. It was incredible and frightening at the same time.
The next half hour you were more blown away of every display they had to offer. You walked upstairs until you reached another pathway of stingrays. You watched as they swam above you and all around. You looked at Jungkook smiling.
“It’s amazing.” You whispered.
“Yeah.” Just then Jungkook stole your attention as he leaned into you with a tender kiss. You were surprised from the sudden action but it didn’t take you long to respond. The kiss got deeper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held each hand on your hips moving you backwards until you reached the wall. You felt glass from the cold chill that ran up your back.
You felt him brush your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation gave you butterflies as you opened your mouth responding to his request. He pushed you up so you were sitting on the railing behind you. He placed himself between your legs as he moved down to your neck. You felt like you were drunk with every wet touch. You touched up his toned body underneath his shirt. You felt the tension between your lower half’s.
He stopped kissing you for a moment as your phone rang ruining the moment. You didn’t bother looking at the name, you just hit the call straight to voicemail. Clearly making out with Jungkook was more important to you. He was your drug and you needed more of it.
You pulled him back in kissing him deeply. You reached for his pants buckle getting excited. “How about we finish this at my place, I rather not get kicked out.” He smirked. You nodded and you both made your way out of the building quickly.
When you got into the car he was shaking his leg impatiently. You couldn’t help but blush as you noticed his bulge. Luckily the drive was pretty short because you both couldn’t wait much longer.
As soon as you made your way into his apartment he pinned you against the door kissing you desperately. This was deja vu but better because neither of you were drunk.
You jumped up wrapping your legs behind him. You felt his erection poking you and it felt chilling. He started towards the bedroom carrying you. You were kissing his neck until he dropped you on his bed. You helped him take off his shirt and immediately took off your dress. He took a second to admire your body before he pulled your underwear off along with your bra. You grabbed his pants, quickly taking them off.
You grabbed his member pumping your hand up and down as he kissed your neck. You moaned as he rubbed figure eights through your folds.
“Jungkook.” You moaned. “I need you right now.”
He smirked at you as he grabbed himself and lined up to your center. He lifted your right leg up and placed it on his shoulder as he pushed in. The angle was deep and you almost screamed from the pleasure. He thrusted into you deeper causing the bed to squeak.
“You okay.” He asked you sweetly out of breath.
You nodded. “Faster.” You moaned.
He leaned into you more, bending your leg more forward. He thrusted into you at a rapid speed. He was out of breath as you attempted to kiss him.
You felt a chill as your pleasure was shooting through your body. “Jungkook I’m gonna c-” You moaned.
“Wait for me.” He tried to catch his breath.
As soon as he said that he started slowing down and you decided to let go. You closed your eyes as you felt him released causing you to shutter from the orgasm that was passing through both of your bodies.
You moaned as he pulled out of you suddenly. He immediately fell to the side of you trying to steady his breathing. You loved the way he looked with sweat dripping down his face.
He turned to you and smiled. “I knew you would be great in bed.” You laughed as you pushed your hair off your face.
He pulled you in for one last kiss before you both fell asleep.
The next morning you actually remember everything that happened and the thought obviously put a smile on your face. You felt Jungkook right behind you as his breath was on your neck and his arm was wrapped over your hip. You gently reached for your phone to check the time. When you clicked the home button you noticed you had one missed call from Illhoon.
He must of been the one that called you last night. Was he just responding to your call?
You sat up about to get out of bed when you felt Jungkook pull you back into his arms.
“No…you’re not sneaking out this time.” He whined.
You laughed from his cute actions and you turned around to face him. “I wont.” You blushed.
He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips. “I’m sorry I slept over again.”
“I’m glad you did.” He shyly smiled. “I like seeing you first thing when I wake up.” You felt the butterflies invade your stomach again. He was so sweet and you can’t wait to move forward with your relationship.
A few hours later you decided to head home. Spending all morning with Jungkook was nice. He cooked you breakfast as you danced around him making him laugh.
You would of stayed longer but his friends invaded your alone time. They were all goofy especially the one you met last night, turns out hes Jungkooks roommate also. He just spends a lot of time over his girlfriend’s place.
When you got back to your apartment you decided to call Illhoon back.
“Hey.” He answered. “I got your message.”
“Sorry I didn’t answer I was out.” You responded. You were fine hearing his voice, it didn’t make you shiver like it did before, knowing he didn’t love you anymore.
“Do you want to meet me? I think we should catch up for a bit.” He sounded nervous.
“Yeah sounds good.”
It was time to put your breakup a side and start being friends again. That’s what you were before you even started dating. You met up with him at your old favorite pizza place that you always went to together. It was nice seeing him again. You definitely moved on, you can actually look at him without bursting into tears.
“So how is everything?” You causally asked.
“There was something I wanted to ask you.” He cut to chase.
The air around him felt thick. Too thick to breath, too thick to let him be here. But wasn’t it like that every time? Wasn’t it like that everywhere that he went these days? Yet, somehow whenever he found himself here – and oh it did happen more often with each passing day – he struggled to breath more than anywhere else he went. He almost doubted he was alive, especially with all of the things he felt. He thought that it would get easier this time, he thought so the previoustime as well. But both, and every other one, was just as hard as the first when he got to look at tombstone with your name carved into it.
(Y/n) (Y/l/n). How could it bring so much joy and pain all at once?
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” he had choked out the first time he came here with your favorite flowers “I’m so sorry I failed you… the person that mattered the most… that mattered the world to me. I let you down and I am never going to forgive myself for that. I couldn’t fully give you my heart and the love you deserved because I was so caught up thinking of what I left behind, that family with Lisa and Ben.”
He couldn’t even move, he was numb “I was so caught up with that that I didn’t let myself see what was standing eight in front of me. I didn’t appreciate you enough while I had you, I wasted myself in other women both physically and mentally that I didn’t let myself realize how… how fucking much my entire being was in need of you. How important you were for me, but now it’s just too late.” he breathed out shakily as tears fell from his eyes.
“And I was wrong. So so very wrong, baby. I acted on impulse, made you feel guilty for my mistakes and my own guiltthat… I finally led you to this. I wish so bad you were here, that I could at least for once say it without being a fucking coward like I usually am. I have always been scared of words, these ones in particular but I know it was because I never truly felt them enough to say them. And the only person I do feel them with is… gone. You are gone. I wish so bad you could actually hear me say… that I love you, baby. I’ve always loved you and always will. I know I don’t deserve to ask you something like this but…”
Bucky x Reader (Soulmate!AU) Summary: The day Bucky returned from Wakanda changed your life forever. Upon finally meeting the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier, your watch reached 00:00:00 and you came to realization that you’d finally met the man you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. But what are you supposed to do when he doesn’t feel the same?
Prompt: The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa (taken from this post).
Word Count: 1963 Warnings: angst but also eventual fluff, I promise.
A/N: Honestly, i feel like this could have been written so much better but also i’ve had the nastiest writer’s block and this is the best i’ve got to show after a month of writing rip sorry guys but i still hope you enjoy!
The tower had an unusual nervousness about it when you awoke that morning.
FRIDAY was uncommonly silent and the rooms and halls felt large and empty, the usual bustle of friends and staff gone. Tony had called for all meetings and tests to be cancelled, everyone already overwhelmed with the flood of visitors you were to be expecting that day.
Of course, the majority of those visitors had been assigned to you. No matter the occasion, you just never caught a break.
But the nervous energy filling the tower was suffocating and you couldn’t help but fiddle with the ring on your finger – something Steve had bought you last Christmas for just that purpose – as you walked towards the livingroom.
Things weren’t much better when you arrived. Tony was uncharacteristically quiet as well, pacing across the living room as Rhodey watched from his seat by the couch. Nat and Sam sat just as silent and anxious at the kitchen counter, throwing you a small smile but much appreciated smile when you entered.
You hated the sudden changes in behaviour but knew that it was to be expected because today was the day that Bucky Barnes returned.
You’d never met the man before and your friends hadn’t seen him in over two years, the last time being shortly before he’d been put in cyro. While things hadn’t ended on the most stellar note, everyone had put it behind them and they were was happy, albeit a little bit anxious, to have him back.
You, however, were behaving oddly for an entirely different reason.
It wasn’t because you were the only one to have never met the man before and it wasn’t because in just an hour you were to face a roomful of new recruits (although both were good reasons).
It was because the small inked clock on your arm was nearly at its end; in just under an hour the digits on your skin would finally read 00:00:00.
A/N: This is not the last part! In fact, it’s far from it! I plan to write much more after this, so please don’t stop looking for new parts of this story after you finish this one! I’m sorry it came out a bit late. I hit a small bit of writer’s block, but all is well!
Warnings: Angst, description of injury (heart issues, internal bleeding, etc.)
Jason felt like something was being ripped out of his chest as he watched through the window of your hospital room door. He could hear your muffled screams, even through the shut door, and each one weighed on him heavily. He didn’t realize that he was crying until Bruce pried him away from the door, and he tried to hell him to let go.
“Jason, calm down,” Bruce implored, placing his hands on Jason’s shoulders. “You need to calm down.”
“But- She- I- She- She’s dying,” Jason spoke through sobs, taking in shaking breaths and letting out weak cries.
“We don’t know that,” Bruce said, trying to reassure his son, despite the fact that he was just as distraught and unsure as Jason. “She’s going to make it.” As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He regretted every empty promise he’d made Jason since this nightmare had begun. But he couldn’t let Jason know that. Not now.
Doctors hooked up all new machines to you as you writhed in pain on the hospital bed. You continued to cry out through the tube, tears streaming down the side of your face. You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew that it hurt like hell.
You were sobbing and screaming through the tube. The pain was something you could only describe as lightning coursing through your veins, and, God, you wanted Jason to be by your side right now.
You felt a sharp prick in your arm and a pressure spreading out from the place where you’d been poked. Suddenly you felt tired, so tired. All you could do was close your eyes and pray that you would get to open them again. But in the moment you shut your eyes and drifted away, it occurred to you that it wasn’t just Jason you wanted to see again, but your family. Your brothers and sisters and Alfred and Bruce. What you wouldn’t give to have your brothers by your side, telling you that it was going to be okay. That you would live.
But you didn’t have much time to think it over as you slipped into unconsciousness.
Jason felt his blood run cold as a long electronic beep, muffled but audible, sounded from the other side of the door.
“No,” he whispered weakly, eyes going wide. He felt like he was frozen in place. “No.” Slowly, shakily, he turned his head to look to Bruce. To look to his father. “No.”
“No. No, no, no, no,” Jason muttered. In that moment, his world came crashing down. He barely registered what was going on around him, Bruce shaking him, trying to get him to calm down, the shouting of the doctors, trying hard to resuscitate you. Suddenly he was acutely aware of how cold the hospital halls were, and how bright the white lights were, and how loud his own heartbeat could be when it was racing faster than he could comprehend. It felt like his head was underwater. He was drowning. He was-
“Jason! Jason! Listen to me!” Bruce’s gravelly voice seemed to cut through Jason’s hysteria like a knife. “Listen to me.”
Jason looked up at Bruce, bloodshot and wide-eyed, tears freely falling.
“Listen to what’s happening in there, okay? Listen. Just listen,” Bruce tried, once again taking Jason by the shoulders and looking him dead in the eye.
Jason nodded and turned his attention towards the door of your hospital room, his breath still shaking with diminishing sobs.
“Clear!” The sudden sound of the defibrillator decharging resonated from the other side of the door.
Jason momentarily looked back at Bruce when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but quickly turned his head back to look through the small window of the door, praying that you would come out alive.
“Clear!” Again there was the thunk of the defibrillator releasing its charge, but it was followed by another sound.
Jason was sure that the soft, steady, electronic, beeping rhythm was the most beautiful sound that he’d ever heard.
A couple of minutes later a nurse walked out of your room and into the hallway, looking relieved. “She’s alive, and so far she’s stable.”
Jason didn’t know if he was supposed to smile or cry. Instead, he fell back into one of the chairs and let out a long and shaking sigh. “What- What happened to her?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.
“The internal bleeding cause an irregularity in her heart, but we managed to regulate her heartbeat,” she explained, maintaining a calm and even quality in her voice.
“Is it- Is it going to continue to be an issue?” Jason held his head in his hands, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on. This was all happening so much faster than he knew how to deal with.
“We think we’ve fixed the internal damage but we’re going to keep an eye on her for a few more days,” she elaborated gently.
“A-alright,” Jason replied, sighing. “When- uh- when can I see her?”
“It’s going to be a while longer, sir,” the nurse told him. “We’ll let you know.”
“Right. Thanks.” Jason exhaled slowly and squeezed his eyes shut. The situation finally began to set in and he was starting to process the long term consequences that this entailed. “Oh my god,” he mumbled. “Oh my god.”
“Jason?” Bruce tried, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“How could I have let this happen?” Jason asked himself. “I- I almost got her killed. That should have been me in there. If I had waited five minutes to ask her to go or if I had just picked a different road-
“There’s no way that you could have known that at the time, Jason. There’s no way that you could know now that leaving a few minutes later or choosing a different road wouldn’t have the same result,” Bruce reasoned
“This could ruin her life,” Jason argued in a broken whisper. “I could have ruined her life. She’ll be off patrol for weeks and what if this happens again? But- but I’m not there to take her to the hospital. What if-”
“Jason. Calm down. There are always going to be a million what-ifs. She doesn’t need you doubting yourself right now. She needs you to be there.” Bruce felt like a hypocrite giving such advice. Listening to Jason’s words was haunting for him. Haunting because that doubt was the same as the doubt that consumed him every time something happened to someone he cared about. Maybe he understood Jason better than he thought. Maybe they were both built for blame.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Jason agreed, despite the fact that he was still riddled with guilt.
About twenty minutes later, the nurse walked back out of the room, wearing the same sympathetic smile as before. “You can go in and see her now,” she said.
Jason nodded and stood, then went to enter the room, followed by Bruce. Softly, he pushed the door open. He made his way back to the chair by your bedside and sat down, Bruce once again taking the chair by the door.
You were unconscious still, and the breathing tube had finally been removed. Somehow you seemed more peaceful than the last time he’d been here. Maybe it was his own tiredness, lulling him into a false sense of serenity.
But despite the sense of peacefulness in your rest, Jason took painstaking notice to the red, angry scars that marred your face. Even with what Bruce had said to him, he felt accountable and it made him sick. It hurt to know that this could have been avoided.
He brushed his thumb over your cheek, thinking that you really did look serene with your head rested gently against the pillows and your mouth parted slightly as you breathed in and out.
You stirred at his touch, and slowly your eyes opened and met his
“Hey,” Jason spoke in a hushed whisper, smiling gently as he looked at you.
“Hey,” you croaked, giving your own weary smile in return and letting out a long sigh.
“You scared the shit outta me, you know that?” Jason chuckled softly, gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “You really need to quit doing that.”
“Sorry, Jay,” you said with a playful, yet still tired, smirk. Your voice was scratchy and weak. “Can’t really help it.”
He hummed in response, his hand still not moving from the side of your face. “Do you need me to get you anything?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair.
“Some water would be nice,” you replied, closing your eyes and humming at the feeling of his warm hand against your skin.
“Okay,” he said, kissing your forehead tenderly as he got up, and went off to get you a bottle of water from the hospital cafeteria.
Once Jason had left the room for the time being, you noticed Bruce sitting by the door.
“Hiya, Bruce.” You greeted your father-figure in jest, your voice still quiet and weak.
“Hello, (Y/N),” Bruce responded, his smile laced with a strange combination of sadness and relief.
“You can come and sit over here if you’d like,” you told him, and nodded to the chair by the side of the hospital bed.
Bruce nodded in return and stood up, moving to sit by your side. “How are you feeling?” he asked, still wearing that mournful smile.
“Like my heart just stopped,” you answered bluntly, earning a small laugh from Bruce. “I guess I feel better. I’m still tired, though, and I really wish this would just end so I could go home.”
“I can understand that. This hasn’t been easy for anyone,” Bruce said. His gravelly voice was comforting, making you feel safe. Like you were back at the manor with the family.
“I’m gonna talk to Jason about it, but I want to stay at the manor for a while after this. I- This has made me think a lot about our family, and I’ve realized how much time I’ve spent away. I want to come home for a little bit, you know?” you told him, turning your head to look over at him.
“You–both of you–are always welcome,” Bruce replied.
You looked over Bruce’s soldier to see Jason re-enter the room, water bottle in hand. “Hey, Jay,” you acknowledged, smiling at him. You couldn’t help but noticed how tired he looked, how his shoulders slumped and how his weary smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Bruce looked back to where Jason stood and got up, allowing the younger man to return to your side.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Jason greeted as he sat back down. “I’ve got your water.
“Thank you,” you sighed, once again closing your eyes as you exhaled.
“You okay?” he asked, furrowing his brow in mild concern.
“Yeah. I’m just pretty tired is all. Think you could help me with that water?” you asked, mildly frustrated that you couldn’t even drink water on your own.
“Sure thing,” he agreed, twisting open the cap on the bottle.
“I’m sorry that I’m making you do this, Jay,” you apologized, looking up at him pitifully.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Just take it slow.”
Jason held the bottle up to your lips, slowly tipping it to allow you to drink.
Bruce smiled softly to himself as he watched Jason interact with you. He noticed how Jason showed a gentleness with you that he hadn’t seen him display anywhere else. It gave him the reassurance that as long as Jason had you, he was grounded.
After a while, Jason had settled in at your side, and was reading you a book that Bruce had brought for him from his old room in the manor.
You didn’t really know what was going on within the story. Maybe you would have understood the book better if you weren’t so drowsy, but you didn’t really mind. Jason’s voice was comforting.
He reached a pause in the book and Bruce cleared his throat. “I think I should be getting back to the manor. Call if you need anything from home. I’ll visit again tomorrow. Would you want me to bring the family, (Y/N)?”
You nodded, giving a small smile. “That would be nice.”
Bruce nodded in acknowledgment and said goodbye for the day.
Once Bruce had left the room you turned to Jason. “Hey, Jay?”
“What’s up, babe?” he answered, setting the book down on the side table gingerly.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but do you- do you think we could stay at the manor for a little bit once I’m out of the hospital?” you asked, giving the best puppy-dog eyes you could from your position. “It’s just that I miss our family and I want to be near them a little more often, a-and I figured it would get really lonely in our apartment, especially when you’re gone, and-”
“Hey, I understand and I agree. That’s a good idea,” Jason said, agreeing to your suggestion surprisingly quickly. “I want there to be someone to take care of you when I’m not at the house.”
You gave the biggest smile you’d given since before the accident. “So you’re okay with it?”
“Yep. I am one-hundred-percent on board,” Jason replied, leaning over to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“I really wish this whole thing could be over already,” you commented, referring to the nightmarish events of the past few days.
“I know, baby. Me too,” he agreed. “Do you want me to keep reading to you?”
“Yes please,” you answered with a tiny nod.
Jason smiled and picked up the book again, flipping it open to the page he had left off on and beginning to read again.
You fell asleep peacefully, lulled to rest by the comfort of Jason’s voice. At least for now, things were looking up.