Frozen to the core (flug x male reader)

01. Rain and blood.

Rain covered the city in mist, light calmly reflected upon the falling water droplets, causing a mirage of color. Cars roared past and furiously honked at slow traffic, the sidewalks were covered in a wave of umbrellas.
          Pink converse crashed into puddles that had formed near the local supermarket entrance, the young anti hero was clad in black jeans and a pink d.va jacket. His right hand was weighed down by the two bags of chips and soda, his left hand was holding his phone lazily as he glanced at recent texts.
           He mindlessly wandered through alleys and darkens streets, his grey eyes pierced through the scenery as he tried to remember where his apartment was. As he turned the corner of a brick clad shop, he noticed strange sounds. The sounds of speaking and pleading filled his black and purple ears, 'is it a gang fight?' He wondered as he cautiously stepped through the dark alleyway, the sounds grew louder and the sharp sounds of skin making harsh contact with skin made him frantic.
            He sharply turned a corner where the sound was the loudest, the sight of superheroes beating up bad guys wasn't new but this was. Two superheroes, one male one female, had tied up some guy with a bag on his head, and were beating the shit outta this guy. His lab coat was slightly torn, his shirt was askew and one side was sliding off his pale shoulder.
          Parts of his clothing were covered in crimson, some of his fingers were broken, and were feet supposed to bend that way? Y/n's grey eyes traveled from the battered and bruised chump to the heroes that were interrogating the poor bastard.
           "Tell us blackhat's weakness, or we'll break another finger" the female demanded, the guy seemed to wheeze out a response before the girl took his pinkie and snapped it with a sickening crack. A broken and horse sob shook the man, the hero holding him smirked at his pathetic response. Sharp icicles grew on y/n's shoulders, his blacked and clawed hands surrounded themselves with sharp ice, he slowly crouched down. Lightly pressing his hand on the cold and wet concrete, sharp icicles grew and followed a curving path to the male superhero.
           Right before the female could ask another question or even notice the oncoming attack, blood splattered from the mans chest. Crimson covered the girl and lightly sprinkled the already bloody man, a sharp scream ripped through the women's throat but was cut off by sharp ice piercing her chest and neck. The tied up man's chest rose quickly in slight panic, he trembled in shock, not even noticing the sound of someone approaching him.
           "Are you alright?" The moment the words left his lips, he realized that was a idiotic thing to say to a obviously injured person. The man sharply turned to the owner of the concerned voice, he only wheezed in response. "D-do you have a place to go?" Y/n inquired the possibly about to pass out man, the man nodded his head lightly. Causing his bag to move in a way that showed some of his left cheek, which was covered in scarred tissue. Y/n carefully stumbled forward, mocking hesitation as to not frighten the already scarred man. (Pun not intended) he walked towards the back of the man where the knots were located, his coat was covered in burns. Y/n's cold hands grasped the knot around the man's broken hands, y/n's claws making quick work of the simple rope. Once the mans hands were free, he noticed the true extent of their damage. His wrists were raw and lightly bleeding due to the rough rope, open wounds covered his palms covering his hands in red, some fingernails were missing, old scars littered his wrists in random patterns.
             Y/n reached into his pocket, grasping the simple flip phone, " I'm gonna call the paramedics" this got the guy's attention. He began to breath much faster, he wheezed in a sorta desperate fashion, his working fingers grasping his bloody coat in a fit of anxiety. "look, we've got to get you some medical attention!" Y/n was growing frustrated, this damn man is gonna bleed to death! Y/n's arms traveled around his back and under his knees, he quickly held the man up in a sorta bridal style. "Since you don't want to go to the hospital, just point me to where you want to go." Y/n demanded, his soaked jacket clung to his body creating a unwanted weight. The quivering man in his arms pointed to the exit of the alley, y/n quickly jogged out of the alley way and into the now barren city.
        The man pointed down a strangely named street, y/n ran as fast as he could while carrying a thin adult and a heavy jacket. The only lights were the street lamps and the full moon, he ran until the man stopped pointing, their journey ending at a strangely shaped house. The gate creaked as y/n pushed past the rusting metal, he ran up the stone path. The darkly painted home only providing light from the awake residents, y/n's knuckles knocked against the wooden door. A large bear opened it, its eyes curious before glancing at the bloody "present" in the strangers arms.
              The blue bear made a gasping noise before beckoning y/n inside, not wanting to harm the man any further. The house was darkly painted, and pretty gothic. The bear stumbled to a brightly lit room, the walls were lined with cabinets and drawers, a grey desk had multiple mechanical parts scattered upon its surface. A blue cot was next to the desk, the bear was looking through the cabinets before grasping a large white box. After finding the first aid, the bear pointed at the man then pointed at the cot, wordlessly communicating that he wants him placed on the makeshift bed.
         After placing the soaked man on the cot, the bear immediately got to work. Some how sewing deep wounds, applying bandages, and many other things that would impress any one. Once the bear was done he waddled out of the room, seemingly forgetting his guest. The need for sleep and the want for dreams over came y/n's common sense, he kneeled next to the cot's edge. His wet arms layer under his head as he drifted off into his subconscious.

Hey everyone! I'm back from my "small" break with a fanfiction that's probably longer than any of my others and I intend on finishing it!