***BOOK ONE OF THE ELENA MAXIMOFF SERIES ***
After Elena Maximoff's world blew up in front of her and her siblings' faces, her siblings took it upon themselves to take care of their younger sister. However, after a questionable decision was made, sh...
Here we are, don't turn away now, we are the warriors that built this town from dust.
Warriors, Imagine Dragons
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STEVE ROGERS POV
My mind focuses on Peggy's face and the promises I made some seventy years ago. Regret swells like a long lost friend. The surroundings seem to blur together, before snapping back to reality seeing the kid in front of me, looking into my eyes. Tiredness seems to overwhelm her features as she gently sways before stumbling slightly.
"Hey Kid?" I ask attempting to gain her attention, her glazed eyes meet mine and I slowly stand to make my way towards her.
"You ok?" I gently ask, placing my hands on her shoulders to stop her from swaying too much. She winces when my hand comes down on her left shoulder. I peer at it curiously before looking back into her eyes.
"Yeah," Her accent laces the breathily spoken word. "I just got shot in the shoulder is all, but it's fine." I quickly remove my hand from her left shoulder, seeing it come away red with her blood. Without my hand steadying her, she falls forward into me. I catch her and gently lay her on the floor of the quinjet, ripping away the fabric from her shoulder. I pull away the fabric and see the gunshot wound, blood leaking at a steady pace from the wound.
"Clint!" I yell trying to bring his attention away from Nat. Vaguely I hear Stark muttering away through the comms, but I try to ignore it and staunch the kid's bleeding shoulder.
"What?" He yells back, I look up to see him gently easing Nat into one of the seats on the quintet. I turn my attention back to the kid, noticing that her eyes are closed.
"Shit." I mutter quietly, I can dimly hear Stark's mocking but can't seem to tear my attention away from the kid.
"She's hit. Losing a lot of blood, and quickly." I state to Barton, who rummages around for the first aid kit, handing me some gauze, which would hopefully staunch the bleeding long enough to get to get to a proper hospital. Someone stumbles into the quinjet and I quickly look up to see Stark carrying an unconscious Bruce. Turning my attention back to the kid, I begin to wrap up her shoulder.
"What happened?" I ask, tying off the wrap, and picking her up to lay her across a couple of the seats.
"I could ask you the same thing." He replies, as I reach for a blanket to drape across the kid.
"She fought for our side, went against Ultron and her siblings. Took a bullet, she's fine Stark. Now you, why's banner unconscious?" Turning I see Tony put him down, his suit coming off.
"The girl twin, she messed with his mind, causing him to Hulk out, went into the city, called in Veronica, knocked him out. Without Nat's lullaby, it was the easiest and less destructive option." Stark answers. Thor enters the quinjet, unusually silent. All of us were silent. We all strap in and begin to head off, Clint takes the wheel and begin's flying us off. I glance to the kid, her chest rhythmically rising and falling, letting me know she is still alive for the time being. Refocussing on the other members of the team, I let my mind wander and it reminisces on Peggy's voice, her face, the time I missed with her, the life I missed with her.
