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

²¹𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝

Maria opened the door of the van and led the four out it. Y/N blinked a few times and looked around at what looked like secret facility. She stepped out van and immediately felt herself fall to the side. But an arm wrapped around her waist before she could hit the ground, "I got you."

Y/N turned at the voice and saw Sam looking at her in worry. She shot him a tight-lipped smile and let him support her.

Maria opened a gate and led them into a dark hallway. Y/N kept shaking her head every now and then, as to stay awake. Sam half carried her in the front as Steve and Nat they followed them in the back.

"GSW," Maria shouted over as a doctor came running towards them, "She's lost at least a pint. And we have a Soviet Slug here; reopened stiches."

"Let me take them," the doctor motioned.

"They'll want to see him first," she said and Y/N and Nat exchanged a puzzled look.

Two more doctors rushed out of a door and walked towards the quartet and Maria. They took Y/N from Sam, slung both her arms around their neck and led her to the room. Maria caught up in the front with them as they entered the room and pushed a transparent curtain aside.

"About damn time," Fury turned towards Y/N from the bed.

"You fucking, sick, son of a bitch," breathed Y/N, staring at him with her mouth slightly open as she was made to sit on a nearby chair.

"Told you she'd take it well," shrugged Maria as Steve, Nat, and Sam walked to her side.

"Damn Dmitri," Fury smirked and raised his eyebrows, "Good to see you too."

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Y/N winced slightly and threw her head back on the chair as a nurse injected her with anesthesia. Nat was on a stool beside her as the doctor applied pressure on her wound.

"Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone," Fury listed as the nurse began to stich Y/N's wound, "perforated liver, and one hell of a headache."

"Don't forget you collapsed lung," the doctor beside Nat added.

"Let's not forget that," Fury leaned up slightly, "otherwise, I'm good."

"They cut you open," piped Nat, "Your heart stopped."

"Tetrodotoxin B. Slows pulse to one beat per minute."

"Banner," Y/N sighed and closed her eyes in realization.

Fury nodded, "He developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it."

"Why all the secrecy?" demanded Steve from the foot of his bed, "Why not just tell us?"

"Any attempt on the Director's life had to look successful," answered Maria.

"Can't kill you if you're already dead," added Fury, "Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust."

"I'm offended," Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.

"No surprise there," he rolled his eyes slightly and patted her arm.

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