(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⁷³ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡

Steve rested both the hands on head of a chair and leaned forward as he watched the global count of the population that had survived the snap, "This is a nightmare."

"I've had better nightmares," Nat gasped softly from his side, watching the hologram.

"Hey," Rhodey walked into the room and the two turned around, "So that thing just stopped doing whatever the hell it had been doing."

Steve and Nat walked into the room where Bruce and Y/N were working on it together. Y/N had had her left arm wrapped up in a cast, which was in turn supported by a sling. Bruce told that her joints had been severely damaged and that she had to wear the plaster cast for about six to eight weeks. Y/N was already growing tired of it because the skin under the cast was starting to get itchy and she couldn't to anything to relieve it.

"What do we got," Nat walked over to Y/N's right, looking at the device behind the glass container.

"Whatever signal it was sending finally crapped out," Bruce answered from Y/N's other side.

"I thought we bypassed the battery," Steve turned to him.

"We did," Rhodey crossed his arms, "It's still plugged in. It just," he waved a hand, "It just stopped working."

"Reboot it," Steve blinked for a moment, "Send the signal again."

"Working on it," Y/N adjusted her glasses.

"I mean, we don't even know what this is," Bruce shrugged, side-glancing at her.

"Fury did," she adjusted the sling on her shoulder, not taking her eyes off of the peculiar device.

"Tell me," Nat spoke, "The second you get the signal, I wanna who's on the other end of that thing," she turned to Y/N, who didn't look at her, but nodded in determination.

The two turned around together and came face to face with a blonde women. 

She was wearing a red and blue super suit with a star in middle of it. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her narrowed eyes jumped from one person to another in suspicion and confusion.

"Where's Fury?"

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