UNDER EDITS, BUT VERY SLOWLY! I am loving Avengers Xreaders, so I am writing my own. I haven't really decided which Avengers I am going to write about. For sure, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Tony, and Nat. I have read alot of the comic's, and watched the mo...
"Captain," T'Challa's voice made his hands tremble. "No, no. Please." He choked out as Bucky held him up.
After the tower fell Steve's yell and Wanda's scream caught the attention of everyone. Tony and his team watched as Steve and Bucky began tearing through the debris, looking for her. Wanda had tried protecting her as much as she could, but in the end she was found under a 300 lb slab of concrete. "In Wakanda we have the best doctors, we may save her Captain." T'Challa had said, pointing to the large black plane that hovered overhead. "Steve, I'm sorry, but we can't let you leave." Tony mumbled, tearing up as Steve lifted (y/n) broken body. "No, I'm sorry Tony, but if she dies right here in my hands, there's no one else in this world that has the power stop me." He said, looking down at his fiancé. Blood was slowly leaking out of her mouth, and her body felt light and cold. Wakandan soldiers jumped out of the plane and surrounded Tony and his team as Cap's team loaded up. He almost cried out when they took her from him and began working on her, trying to keep her breathing. If Buck and Sam hadn't been there he probably would of lost his mind. He did this, he had killed the only thing that mattered, his girl and his child. As he looks at it now, the Accords don't seem so bad compared to the aftermath of his decisions.
"Captain, the child seems to be fine, growing at an alarming rate because of the serum in your blood, it's Ms. (L/n) that we can't seem to stabilize." T'Challa said, standing next to Steve, and looking out the big glass window. "Captain Rogers, I'm sorry, but my father used to tell me that souls so pure, especially the souls of string women, once they've been touched by violence, or experience something so tramatic, they just never recover."
"She wouldn't do that to me, or the baby." Steve snapped. "Captain, as much as she may have loved you, a woman's soul forever remains her own." T'Challa said softly. "It is her choice now, whether she stays or walks with Sekhemet."
"No, I refuse to believe that," he snapped, pushing past T'Challa and Bucky. Wanda looked up as he barreled into the hospital room. Her face was covered in tears, and the look of loss in her eyes sent his mind even further away from calm. "She wants to let go, the baby and my hold on her mind are the only things keeping her here." Wanda cried. Steve just grabbed (y/n) other hand and squeezed hoping that that would be enough for her to stay. "Talk to her Captain, you may never get a chance later." T'Challa said quitely.
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"Wait where are you going?", I asked, as I watched a small girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes, walk away from me. I felt no pain as I ran after her, no worry about Tony and Steve's Civil War, no loneliness or anger. Just curiosity as I followed the child in a little red and blue dress. She stopped in front of a large glass window, and I gasped as scenes unfolded in front of me. Images of Steve and I getting married, cooking dinner together, and him kissing my belly as it got bigger roved right before my eyes. I looked down at the small child as she placed her hand in mine. My eyes followed hers as she looked back into the glass. Doctors were now running around as I delivered my baby, Steve was crying as he held her for the first time. Then we were home, wrapped together in blankets on our bed, as the baby slept on my bare skin. I watched through watery eyes as a beautiful life fluttered in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and tried to calm the now overwhelming sense of sadness that took over my body. I felt a small tug on my hand and my eyes shot open. I was in a hospital bed, white as the sheets that covered me, hooked up to machines as Steve lay his head on my stomach, crying. The look on Wanda's face was full of anguish and fear. Then it all hit me. The bomb, the fighting, the tower... I was dying. I put my hand on the glass, wanting to feel Steve, touch him. The sounds of his turmoil, made me ache. I looked down at the child standing next to me, and the look on her little face as she stared at Steve broke my heart. Her familiar bright blue eyes looked up at me, and filled with tears. She had Steve's eyes, and my curly brown hair. "Can we stay?" She whispered, as I kneeled down in front of her. "I know you're tired, but... I wanna stay." She turned and looked at Steve again, her eyes filling with concern and unconditional love. A part of me hadn't wanted to survive, the child was right, I was tired. Tired of the fighting, the waiting and the nights of loneliness. The earth shattering love I had for Steve, and now the child in my belly, were all that tethered me, now. It was selfish to even think about letting go, when the little bump on my belly was slightly showing through the hospital sheets, but I didn't want to fight anymore. I no longer wanted to be last on Steve's list, but that tiny grip on my fingers was more important than he or I. "Mommy, please?" She whispered. I closed my eyes and nodded my head yes, as pain, tears and Steve's voice took over my conscious.
