Wouldn't Leave You (A Captain America Fan fiction)

Hospitals and Banner

An hour later, as promised, Tony shows up. I watch him walk briskly through the door. I've never seen him move faster. The door opens again behind him, revealing Bruce, Natasha, and Clint. They all look around the waiting room until their eyes land on me. They walk over in a group. 

"Tony, how did you sober up enough to get here?" I ask, looking up from my seat.

"Magic pill that J.A.R.V.I.S. and I created. Takes excess alcohol out of the system," he says, looking around the room for a nurse, his attention occupied elsewhere. Bruce gently pushes Tony aside.

"Steve, Tony. Do you want me to take a look at her?" he asks, pushing his glasses to the top of his head. He crosses his arms in front of his chest as he waits for one of us to answer. 

"Yes, please Bruce," I say.

"Yeah, I'll help you out, Bruce," Tony says. As they head off, I look over to Natasha and Clint, both of them seated on either side of me. I put my head in my hands, hiding my face.

"Steve, this is not your fault. You did the best that you could do." Natasha says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"But it is. It is my fault because I wasn't there. I was outside." I say.

"Why were you outside?" Clint asks.

"Because this was a test mission. Rachel is my supervising officer and I wasn't allowed, I just had to..."

"Shadow." Clint and Natasha say together.

"Steve, this still isn't your fault. You didn't pull the trigger. Alright?" Clint says, leaning back in his chair, his attention fixed on one of the television screens that lined the room.

"Who pulled the trigger?" Natasha asks, looking intently at me.

"Ian Quinn, but his real name is David," As soon as the name was out of my mouth, Natasha and Clint both froze.

"Really? Alright, I'm going to kill the sick twisted son of a..."

"Nat," Clint cuts her off. "Is there anyone looking for him besides S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Not that I know of, but I would check with Fury. I haven't spoken to him yet," I say. After that, we wait in silence. Then Bruce and Tony come back in.

"We may have found something," Bruce says and I immediately sit up straighter and feel more focused.

"I'll do it," I say.

"What has he volunteered to do?" Natasha asks.

"Well since Steve has Super Soldier DNA he has fast healing. If we inject Rachel with his blood, she might exhibit the same healing to help her get better. She is somewhat stable, but her body just needs a push in the right direction. I think the blood will give her the nudge." Bruce finishes.

"I'll do it," I say again.

"Steve," Clint says standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder, "this might not work."

"I have to try," I say, turning to him feeling the desperation in my eyes. Clint sighs and removes his hand. 

"Alright Steve, let's go take some samples," Bruce says, walking out as I follow.

I take a few samples and watch as Bruce puts them into the computer, running tests. After Bruce feels that the tests are pointing in the right direction, he goes out to the waiting room and gathers everyone up, walking us back to her room. After a few choice words from a nurse, Bruce is able to get us clearance and we walk in, surrounding her bed. I hold her right hand and Natasha has her hand on her leg as Bruce injects her with my blood. When he pulls out the needle, her vitals slowly steady out. And then they spike.

Rachel starts choking on her breathing tube and arching her back off the bed. Everyone freaks out.

"Clint, Nat! Hold her legs down!" Bruce yells. I just stand there, probably squeezing the life out of her hand and rubbing her hair back off her face while Tony holds her left hand. As quickly as the spazam started, it ended. Her vitals stabilized and she started to use the tube to breathe.

"Amazing." Bruce gasps.

"What?" Natasha says.

"Her DNA has already started to form around Steve's. She might have had some genetic predisposition for mutations... She's acquiring the trait of healing," he says. We all breathe a collective sigh of relief.

"It worked," Clint said.

"We should probably clear out. Go back to the waiting room. I'll tell the nurses what we did." Tony says.

"According to her brain waves, she's headed in the right direction," Bruce says checking his clipboard. I sigh in relief. 

We did it. 

I step back so that people can say goodbye for now to Rachel. Clint takes her left hand and rubs it while Natasha kisses her forehead.

"I'm so happy it worked," she whispers. Tony takes her left hand and kisses it. Bruce just taps her calf. I pull up a chair and sit on her right, looking at her. Not in a creepy way, but looking at her like I am listening to her talk about her day at S.H.I.E.L.D., or about a movie we should see. I smile, remembering her tell me about a play that we should see. I think it was called Newsies, or something like that. I take her hand and hold it between the two of mine.

She is going to make it.