Marvel Imagines

Once Upon A Blood Moon

Phew, this was a long one, but I loved writing it!
Enjoy the read!

Requested by: AnnieMcClory

"Guys, hey. This is serious, alright? I want to get out of this as much as you do and as fast as we can, but I need your focus." Steve demanded.

The murmuring of the other men (and boy) ceased as they looked to their unspoken leader, hoping he wasn't feeling the same way as they were.

Nervous.
A little frightened.
Quite clueless, in fact.

They didn't know how to deal with the craziness they've found themselves in and there were many crazy moments that they'd gotten used to. Sure, it was something they could work with individually, but the rarity of such a situation...it was inevitable that all hell would break loose if one of them even stepped in the wrong direction.

"Cap, there's no way we're all getting out of this one alive." Tony said, slumping in his chair with a hand over his face.

"Uh...Mr. Stark. Since I'm not eexaactly a part of this problem, would it be okay to say, I'm not really ready to die yet?" Peter asked nervously.

"Remind me why the kid is here again." Steve said.

In the chaotic rush of everything, he'd forgotten Peter was at the Tower.

Tony gave him an eye roll.

"May's out of town, so he's staying with us. I say, bad timing, Petey."

"Aww, come on. Look at the bright side, Tony."

Bruce paused and scrunched his eyebrows together as the men waited eagerly for what he saw as "the bright side."

He shook his head.

"Jeez. I got nothin'."

They all visibly slouched in on themselves.

The grim feeling of defeat was almost tangible in the air. Steve knew trying to motivate them was helpless. It was something that none of them could have ever prepared for, but he wasn't about to give up now. Day three of walking on eggshells, trying to do everything as right as they could and seemingly making it all worse.

They were exhausted, tired of fighting.

Steve could see it and as he was gearing up to give one of his stirring speeches—

"ANTHONY EDWARD STARK!"

Tony was out the door like a lightning bolt as his name echoed through the Tower, followed by a high-pitched scream. A string of Russian curses floated into the conference room and vehement arguing erupted from the lower floor.

Steve winced.

"That one's mine."

They all paused and the sudden sound of something big being smashed into pieces made them jump, Peter being so on edge, he ended up stuck to the ceiling.

Bucky sighed and looked over at Steve.

"And that one's mine."

After coming down to see the living room absolutely destroyed by two furious assassins and a mutant with a deadly look on her face, each man took their girlfriend and retreated into their own rooms. A girl's period wasn't her best friend nor was it her boyfriend's although it was his designated duty to do everything in his power to make her comfortable.

This was how each dealt with it.