HAPPY || b. barnes ✔️

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"Look at the cards that we've been dealt. If you were anybody else, probably wouldn't last a day. Every tear's a rain parade from hell"

Ariana Grande
ghostin'

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N O A H sat beside Charlie, who was floating in and out of consciousness as her body twitched on the table, in attempt to stabilize the drug running through her blood. It was in preparation of what was to come.

She had been left in the table for hours, twenty four in total. Her back was aching and on fire, her wounds still barely healed. The mess of blood and flesh stood out from the paper white skin and blue veins that decorated her skin.

Her small and freezing hand was resting uncomfortably in Noah's, and his fingers were red with cold from her touch. But his eyes stared lovingly at her as he thought about the future with her.

"I've gotten us a house, baby. We're going to be so happy." Noah smiled and pressed his lips against her cold hand. "I know how much you wanted to leave New York behind. Do you remember? We used to talk about it all the time."

Charlie didn't say anything. Her mind only showed her brief images of Oliver's face and Bucky's. And her heart ached with joy because Oliver was out, he was safe, and that gave her a piece of mind and she knew she would die happy.

"I have to admit, I don't care for your blonde hair." Noah told her honestly. "I say the first thing we do is dye your hair back to brown, and get you a spray tan." His voice fell into a soft chuckle.

Charlie still didn't say anything, her eyes barely being able to lift themselves. However Noah didn't anger at that, because he knew her body was adjusting to a new drug and maintaining itself. He was only filled with pride and in his mind, the voices were telling him things were perfect.

He stood slowly from the chair he sat on and pressed his lips against hers briefly. "I'm going to visit Oliver. I believe his power has begun to grow. It's funny, how similar yet completely different you two are."

And then he was gone and Charlie was left to rest.

Somewhere between death and life, she floated through a consciousness that kept her mind awake but her body still. She dreamt of the past. She dreamt of summer and long days. She dreamt of heat on her skin, the smell of the ocean, and the sand between her toes.

Charlie knew that she would never once again see the ocean, or smell the air, or have ice cream melt onto her fingers under the hot sun. She knew she'd never have anything but cold, but winter, but ice. She was now the embodiment of it.

And even though she couldn't feel it, because her body was much too cold, but ice was covering the table where she laid, and dust of snow settled on the ground.

In the air a thousand miles away, Bucky Barnes sat strapped to the chair of The Blackbird. Wanda was sitting next to him, her eyes darting over the company they found themselves in.

The Wolverine was among them, along with Ororo who was flying the jet. Across from them sat Kurt, and Wanda couldn't help but fixated on the Nightcrawler's foreign mutation looks.

She also wondered if it had been the mind stone that gifted her the powers she possessed, or if she had them in her all along. Perhaps she was a mutant and had been the entire time.

Jace was also there, sitting across from Bucky Barnes and avoiding all eye contact with the man. His broken nose had a white strip over it, but he didn't seek medical attention just yet. With the people he was traveling with, perhaps he could see to it that Charlie Grant is rescued from The Workshop.

The journey took only a few hours, and it was well past midnight as they landed in Sweden. Nearing four in the morning, darkness became their biggest advantage.

Back in the Workshop, Charlie had awaken from her near comatose state. Her green eyes were wide with alert and her body felt somewhat stronger, more awake. Though her back was aching with pain and the shirt she wore felt like sandpaper against her, everything else was okay.

Still weak on her feet, because she hadn't eaten in a week and half, her cold bare feet touched the ice on the floor that had transpired under her touch. She didn't slip, or stumble at all. Her foot stayed still and comfortable on the ice.

The room she was in was still mostly dark, with metal walls reflecting the white of her hair. The only furniture of the room came from the table she laid on, and the chair beside it. She didn't remember how long it had been since Noah was with her.

"Kurt, you need to get up there and cut the security footage. If they see us they'll know we are here." Logan said in a deep voice, eyes roaming over the rescue team he had the unfortunate pleasure of leading. "Storm, get clouds above us. We need coverage."

"On it." Kurt said before disappearing in a puff of blue smoke.

Thunder began to rumble in the distance as clouds quickly covered the sky above them. The whites of Ororo's eyes on full display.

"Listen." Logan said to the two newcomers. "This isn't Avenger's shit. We don't make a mess. We get in, get her and we get out. Keep your emotions in check. We get caught in a bad situation, my priority will no longer be on getting her out but my team."

Wanda and Bucky shared a look. Then he spoke. "If it comes to that, you get them out. We aren't leaving without her."

"Yeah, well." Logan said, looking at the large building that was a few hundred yards away. "Keep in mind you got a ten year old kid that needs you back in one piece."

A puff of blue smoke appeared as Kurt came back to them. "All clear."

"Fall in line. Move in."

Okay so I have three possible endings for this story and I literally cannot decide which one I want to do so I may post one and then do like *alternative endings*

But at the same time I want there to be one solid ending and I don't know what to doooooooo ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hope you are all well