Bruce Confession Short Story P10:
"(Y/N), you know my fears. You know my hate. Don't forget it please, don't get tangled up in it. I've been trying, but I need your help." He pleaded, asking you another thing entirely as he removed your hand from his face. You swallowed again and took a step back, making him let go of your hand no matter how much you wanted him not to. You'd heard him, loud and clear. What he said wasn't distorted, you needed to respect his wishes. No matter how much it hurt you, it obviously hurt him more.
"You need my help? You've got it." You say, out of friendship and love. You knew the boundaries now, you'd stick to them. Bruce had that sad smile on, which you reciprocated. The hand was pulled away as you moved back turning to the laundry room before diverting to outside. The fresh air, blowing your hair out of your face was a welcome change. You took a breath as it blew at you, the emptiness inside you growing as you walked and walked past the fenced garden and into whatever lied beyond.
The nature somehow stopped you from crying but the emptiness was inevitable and it felt like a hole in your stomach. You managed to keep going but as soon as you made it far enough, you stopped, your legs not being able to carry you any further as you sank down onto the tree. You sighed, the overwhelming events finally starting to catch up with you. What had just happened? So much in the space of about half an hour.
You picked at the grass, selecting blades of grass in no particular order, the steady picking growing more and more faster as you picked quicker and more violently, not paying attention to whether they ripped or not. It grew to a crescendo before you stopped, the effort taking too much out of your already tired body.
You simply cradled the blades, their dead bodies lying in your hands as you stroked them. You'd just killed them. All it took was for one pick. Was that how Ultron felt? Just one pick and the world would be pure? It had taken less than that to beat you, Bruce simply asking for distance, possibly for the rest of their working relationship and yet here she was, practically broken and picking at blades of grass.
The pathetic situation only made you laugh as you quickly dissolved into tears. You pulled your phone out, leaving the blades of grass in your pocket and checking all the voicemails you had from Liv. Your mother would be heart-breaking and anymore of that and you would be on the floor, sobbing your heart out until you were asleep.
And you didn't really want to sleep on the ground outside. Although it was soft, you hated bugs. Ok, rephrase that. You didn't 'hate' them, you just didn't like when they were flying about in your face or you were in danger out being stung by them. You were fine with them flying around, away from you, but any closer and you would run.
The voicemails were classic Liv, "Hey! Oh my God! I just saw what happened! This Ultron guy has taken over everything! What are we supposed to do? You're an Avenger right? So what are you going to do? I will help in any way I can. Heavily pregnant lady can get you practically anywhere!" Liv advertised, her enthusiasm making you laugh as you sobbed.
"But seriously, I don't think you'll be able to hear this because of this Ultron guy, but are you alright? I wouldn't and no offence, but you are just a scientist, not a super cool spy. What if you get in trouble? And if that happens, I'm going to whoop the Avenger's arse's, for not taking care of you. You're with them aren't you? Of course you are, you're fine with them. No need to worry although this might just make my waters break early." Liv sighed, talking fast so as to finish before something.
You wondered what she might be doing, probably with Jason, her smile growing as she kissed him, made popcorn and watched her favourite films. The thought made your heart ache and the hole grow wider as you longed for something like that. To be with her and just laugh at Jason's weird impressions of a posh person. The image you conjured up hurt you more than everything else, until the image of Bruce hurt even more. You remembered all of your time together, the jokes, the laughter, the amount of plasters.
It all flashed through your mind as you remembered slowly developing a crush on him and not even knowing until Liv pointed it out and ruined your friendship. That was mean, the rational side of you reprimanded. Liv didn't do anything bad, she just showed you what you would've realised anyway, just sooner. The events were still overwhelming, only about two weeks ago you were in Spain holidaying and having fun. Then you came back and everything went downhill from there, but there were a few amazing moments. You blushed at the memory of your kiss with Bruce. It was so unexpected and confusing but it was such a high.
Now it was all over. It was all gone. The hole just sat there, you let the tears fall but they mostly dried up on your face as you sat there. You weren't sad, that feeling had gone, and you were just empty. There was nothing to fill the shell, without Bruce. You sat there contemplative, your thoughts not progressing just staying in a circle but you didn't change them.
You were in a loop and barely noticed anything until the air got colder and you tried to move your stiff legs. It took so much effort to get up and move, you wondered why it was worth it. But you suddenly remembered everything else was still important. The memories of your mother came back, flooding you with hope and purpose. You had to make her proud like you always said.
So, Bruce didn't like you, so what? You could still work professionally with him and he could work with you too. He was the one who broke it off. To be honest, there was nothing to break off. You weren't in a relationship. Just a professional one and it was going to stay like that. You kept walking, the pins and needles slowly wearing off as you regained more movement in your legs. You made it to the house and just went straight to your room and grabbed some clothes for a shower.
You took a towel out of the cupboard and just had a quick 10 minute shower, trying to refresh yourself. The warm water soothed your aching muscles and you changed straight into your nightclothes, not bothering to do anything with your hair as it stayed in a towel for the next hour. You ate with the hair towel on and did everything with that, making everyone look and joke with you.
You didn't lie, you told them you were just too lazy to try and tame your hair and wanted to wait. Laura said it was fine so you just waited, the stress melting off of you as you relaxed with some tea like the night before. You finished and placed the cup in the sink before thinking again and going to put it in the dishwasher instead, not wanting to give Laura more work. You went to your room and brushed your hair, letting it air dry like the other night and simply used an Alice band to move it somewhat out of your face.
You walked back down the stairs and as you did, Fury stopped you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from going any further. You flicked your head in his direction but he just handed you a card and you gritted your teeth before taking it. The Avengers had all apologised and you'd accepted while Fury had stayed out of your way, simply observing and you paid him no attention. You looked at the card and on it was an invitation. "Garden. 8:00"
You made your way out there still shivering although you'd grabbed a coat, the material still cold despite your body heat, it was still warming up. Fury of course, was fine in his long trenchcoat as usual. It billowed out behind him as he walked up to you and you mentally cursed it for making him look so cool even when you were angry with him. "You've been very proactive these last few days. The Avengers were twisting themselves with guilt over your dramatic entrance. However, the man is hospitalised and being taken care of by a few of my contacts. If you understand." Fury spoke, confusing you with his words.
Of course you were happy he had taken care of that disgusting slime, but did he think you'd been actively guilt tripping them? "I'm going to need you to motivate them. They're stuck in a loop, thinking they'll be safe in this haven. But Ultron is out there wrecking the entire world and they can't stay here. You need to do something else, you've forgiven them. Too early." Fury discussed, his words coming out in a fluid motion leaving you no time to process them. You just blinked at him, trying to understand what he meant.
"I didn't actively guilt trip them." You clarify, getting a weird look from Fury. "But you're right, we need to move. But I don't know what they saw, give me a day tops. I need to find out what they saw, I can deal with it then." You say, pretending to co-operate just to please Fury. "However, you left me. You left to meet them here and didn't take me. I think three little words are in order." You mock, leaning in closer to hear better as Fury grit his teeth at your implication.
"Are you asking for an apology? Someone had to go after them-" Fury stopped immediately at your smile. "Fine, I am sorry." He spoke, the words forced and awkward but you wouldn't have had it any other way. "I'm sorry if leaving you made you have a flashback." He added, smiling genuinely as you take a breath knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Perfect, I have a plan in mind." You say, happy with the outcome as you walked back inside, leaving the coat on the stand. You didn't stop for a second, your acting perfect and on point and you make your way up to the room not registering anything as you sat on the bed. You looked up from the card you'd kept in your hand, twisting it in your hands to see Bruce sat there awkwardly. He'd been writing on a piece of paper and was a bit confused at your entrance. You smiled apologetically before quickly averting your gaze. You hadn't fully recovered from the wound he'd left, mainly just ignoring the blood, but you were happy to ignore it some more.
You pulled out your phone and did some frantic tapping, the internet being the most obvious source of information and made a mental plan of what to do the next day. You tried not to register Bruce as he worked on something as well, his hand moving quickly up and down on the paper and he moved quickly between pen, pencil and paper. Hours passed on before you decided to call it a night.
You got up and stretched your limbs, the muscles protesting against the sudden movement. You grabbed a pair of night clothes and went to the bathroom to change. You walked back out, the bands around your wrist helpful as you tied your waves back into a messy bun sitting at the bottom of your neck. You made no effort to look nice as you were going to sleep, simply wanted maximum comfort.
"Bruce?" You asked, trying to get his attention as he worked. He looked surprised at your words and looked up to see you sitting opposite him in your bed. "I'm going to sleep, maybe you should too." You said, not knowing what possessed you to alert him to the time. You were planning to make no effort to tell him of your rest but the words just tumbled out. The thoughts ran through your head and you swallowed, settling for telling him and then unfolding the duvet to put on top of you as you turned your back to him, hoping he wouldn't find that as awkward as you did. Suddenly you didn't feel as tired as you were on high alert, listening for any sound made as you tried to force yourself to sleep, trying to even your breathing.
Your ears prickled at the sound of Bruce stifling a yawn and setting down his paper and walking into the bathroom as well. You waited patiently as he came back out and put everything away, then switched off the light before settling in bed himself. There was no noise after that and you resigned yourself to the fact that he'd gone to sleep.
You drifted off soon after that, no longer alert, your brain switching off as you had no memories of anything before the morning light came streaming through the window like it did before. You got ready the same as before, waking up moments before Bruce and racing to the bathroom to get ready. You walked out with hair brushed into the signature ponytail you always wore at work. You had work to do today.
You walked downstairs and made your way into the kitchen to pick up a piece of toast. You saw no Coco Pops and it was just a bitter reminder of what you'd lost because of Ultron and most importantly, what you had to regain. You ate the toast with simply butter on it and a glass of cranberry juice and smiled at Fury over the breakfast table. You walked into the garden but not before you put your plates and glass away.
You walked out, pulled out your phone and listened to another voicemail from Liv, prompting more tears from you and you made up the extra yourself. You weren't too bad at fake crying although this was pretty bad. You walked back in and pretended to mop at your fake tears, the entire act completely obvious to the Avengers who immediately rushed to you. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Tony asked, walking up to you to comfort you as you tried to concentrate on keeping the tears coming.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing." You say, attracting more attention. Soon they were all around you, wanting to see what it was.
"Something seems wrong My Lady." Thor spoke, his concern enough to make you stop crying altogether as you tried to keep the act going.
"It's just, my sister, she's so worried. She's pregnant and I don't know if I can make it in time for the pregnancy, I'll probably miss it if 'm honest. I actually listened to one of her voicemails." You confess, twisting the truth a little before you let more tears fall. You didn't look up but you could practically feel the sympathy rolling off of them.
"And I just feel so horrible. I can't even say anything back and I'm not listening to Mum's. That would be even worse." You carry on, more tears coming at the thought. It was becoming scarily real, but you used it instead of just repenting. After what you'd seen on the internet, you knew that you'd go to whatever lengths you needed to, to get the Avengers to do something about it. "She'd probably be biting my head off." You joke through the tears, making them all feel worse.
"Hey, it'll be fine." Steve tried, his words not doing much but no one had anything else to say.
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I know you're all doing whatever you can, I'm just being stupid but I can't help it." You say, purposely manipulating the knowledge you had. You knew that they weren't really doing much but they didn't know you knew that. To be fair, you'd just been playing with Cooper and Lila and figuring out your feelings for Bruce. Well, that was gone so you had time to focus on other things as well. Your plan was almost fool-proof but then again, there was assassins who did this on a daily basis in the room. Hopefully Natasha would understand your reasons and Clint was a completely different man around his family.
"You're not stupid, it's not your fault." Steve tried again, his words doing nothing but indicating his guilty conscience that everyone else shared as well.
"Yeah, I just need to go clean up. I'm sorry again." You say, sniffling as you move away from the crowd. You head up the stairs, sniffling more for effect before heading up the stairs slowly, having practiced every move mentally the night before. You walked to the bathroom and washed your face, removing most trace of tears before walking out to put the next part of your plan into action.
As you walked out, you found Bruce sitting on his bed and he looked up at your footsteps. You tried not to freeze and kept walking to your bed to sit down. "Hey (Y/N), I heard you were crying, I came to check on you." He spoke and you felt a lump rise in your throat. You couldn't respond to his words and immediately tried to bring more tears to your face before realising he would comfort you and you couldn't deal with that. You were mentally warring with yourself and couldn't think of a response but your mouth had a mouth of its own and decided to take control.
"Yeah, I was but its fine now. I was just-" You stopped, not being able to carry on as you realised what would happen if you told him. You let the tears come but they were forced and wouldn't drop properly.
"(Y/N)? What happened?" He asked, coming over to your bed to comfort you. You swallowed, not being able to act it properly in front of him.
"I just, heard a voicemail from my family. It hurt, that's all." You say, dismissing it when Bruce put his arms around you, pulling you into a side hug. Your words wouldn't come then and you just faltered. You were never like this before, what was happening? Was it just the fact that you felt like you had to be extremely careful around him? You didn't know and you just didn't want to do the wrong thing.
"That's a lie. It's something else." Bruce stated softly. "But its fine. I won't press you." He added, his words comforting but also alarming. How did he know? And why didn't he ask?
"How?" You managed to croak through the lump in your throat.
"I know you. I've seen you cry before, you don't cry like this. I don't know. It's just a feeling." He trailed off, leaving you to sit there leaning your head on his shoulder as the tears came down slowly and wayward. You made no move to wipe them away as you tried to breathe. It felt so hesitant just to do anything when you were leaning on Bruce now, you used to be able to cry openly on his shoulder and now everything felt awkward. You didn't mean to, you just couldn't help it.
"Thanks Bruce." You spoke truthfully when you couldn't take it anymore. You had to move but you were still going to be polite.
"It's ok." Bruce replied and you half expected him to use the "It's what friends do." Line but he stops there. You smile, the thought running through your mind as you mentally chastise yourself and correct the smile.
"I should probably clean myself up." You excuse yourself, moving away from the embrace, trying to get up. As awkward as it was, you did like the hug.
"Yeah." Bruce murmured, taking the hint to get up. You put an arm around yourself, trying to warm up as the absence of Bruce's arm left you cold. You walked to the bathroom and washed your face again, trying to calm down. Everything felt too weird. You walked straight past Bruce and downstairs where Laura was sat, resting. Cooper and Lila were sat as well, all watching T.V. with popcorn and nobody noticed when you came in. You sat down and watched with them, occasionally taking from the popcorn bowl, and sitting on the floor instead of the sofa. It was full and you didn't want to impose. You laid your head sideways as you watched, shifting your head from time to time as you fit your pillow better. The film finished and you got up, stretching your limbs when Laura went to the kitchen to put the bowl away.
"Auntie (Y/N)?" Lila asked.
"Hmm?" You responded, too drained to say anything else.
"Is Dad going to go again?" She asked, catching you off guard. "Because of the robot? Then he won't come back for a long time again." She more stated than asked and it broke your heart to hear such a small child talk like that about her own father. And she didn't resent him for it.
"Yeah, he is going to have to go again, but I promise, I'll bring him back and we'll all come back for another holiday yeah?" You compromise, not wanting to hear anything else about Clint like that. She didn't mean it like that, but it was obvious it was hard for her to have little to no contact with her father. "Do you trust me Lila?" You ask, hearing the lull in conversation, knowing she was having a hard time digesting the news.
"Yeah, of course I do Auntie." She replied quickly. Too quickly, you knew it was obvious she was just saying it for you but you had no other words to console her. It was horrible but you knew that sometimes there was nothing you could say to a person to make them feel better. They had to work it out on their own and as much as it hurt you, it hurt them worse. You kept silent as you went back up to your room, the solitary of your bed much needed. You saw Bruce on his bed, still working on that piece of paper as you sat down on your bed.
"(Y/N)?" Bruce asked, earning a hum of acknowledgement as you turned to him. "How long did you know about Clint's family?" He asked, his words cutting a hole in you as you closed your mouth, trying to speak. It was a question you knew would come around but you didn't want it to.
"A long time. About the entire time I've known Clint. We were drunk and talking but I knew that he had a secret and more vodka did the job." You explained vaguely as you remembered being welcomed to the place with a party. Tony was too busy chatting up his guests and Natasha took a bit of time to warm up to you. Steve was being kind as always but he'd gone to the other side of the room.
You'd already met Bruce and had a good working relationship when you'd met. Clint was the only one you hadn't met and you weren't quite sure you wanted to meet the Asgardian from what horror stories Tony had scared you with. Steve had been reassuring about him and promised to be there when you met him which was another story entirely.
You'd gotten on easily with Clint the moment you'd met him, the easy going personality and joking demeanour was just fun. You'd promptly gotten in a drinking competition and had lost but it had gained you that piece of information. Not right away, you had to talk a lot and he knew practically everything about you before you found out about Laura. You and Natasha had become their Auntie's and both of you often talked about Lila and Cooper, it was pretty much the only thing you had in common.
She wasn't really into science and you didn't know a thing about fighting so they were your link to her friendship. You'd understood Clint's reasons and fiercely protected the secret, distracting everybody at exactly the right reasons when it came up. You and Natasha and Clint looked out for each other and made excuses at the exact right time, fake break ups, clothes advice, help with an experiment, teaching a new fighting move. It was a little time in your life that let you think of home and be a proper auntie even if it was to the wrong child.
"And you never told me." Bruce spoke thoughtfully, more to himself than you but you had to try to swallow the guilt.
"I couldn't. You know I couldn't, I'm sorry. It was just, so wonderful to be a proper auntie! I could spoil them with presents and take them out, let them hold my hand when we cross the road and push them on the swing. Everything I should've done with Harry, my actual nephew." You hang your head with guilt as you remembered Liv telling you all about him and how he's turning 5, the same age as Cooper and you felt the same guilt that had been eating at you for the past years taking a huger bite.
"(Y/N), it's not your fault. You couldn't get to Harry, you couldn't do all those things with him. What were you supposed to do?" Bruce reasoned, putting the paper to the side in case he had to get up.
"I just feel like I could've. I should've done more while I could you know? Now I'm stuck here, I'm going to miss Liv's pregnancy, I've already missed out on so much Harry's life and so had Clint with Cooper and Lila and I, I just know that if I take the Avengers job, I'm going to neglect her even more and I can't deal with that. I so want to meet him in real life and not just on Facetime where he's just too freaked out by the lady on the screen to say much. I," You say, about to carry on but your voice cracked with the weight of the situation. Bruce got up at your words and the cut off.
"(Y/N), you've already been an incredible auntie to Cooper and Lila. They obviously love you, and you love them right?" He asked getting only a hesitant head nod, as you wondered where this was going. "That doesn't mean you don't love Harry, you just haven't seen him as much. I promise, when this is over, I'll take over your work so you can go see them in England. It's not too late, just do something now instead of pushing it to the side!" Bruce spoke, trying to get you to see reason and making promises that you knew he would keep but didn't want him to no matter how much easier it would make life. You would just take that holiday Fury offered and add more to it and use that to get everything back on track.
"What do you know about leaving things too late?" You whisper, defeat letting you try one more thing before it took you over. You felt everything crumble and your knees buckle as you held on to the wall to try and steady yourself. You kept a hand over your stomach as it flipped over and over, the movement making you have to take deep breaths.
"More than you'd think." Bruce replied, before putting an arm around you, comforting you as he led you to your bed and sat you down. He sat beside you and hugged you like he did before but this was more freely, he was holding you like you used to before without the boundaries and fear of overstepping them. He was reminding you of an easier time like before when you woke up happily, the excitement of going to work overtaking you every day. You would go to the main kitchen and have breakfast with everybody, fighting over the Coco Pops and making jokes before heading down with Bruce to the lab where you'd do science experiments and end to endless papercuts and watch as Bruce performed some annual assessment of the simple experiments.
You were brought out of your daze and comfort by Bruce telling you to wait before he ran off and came back seconds later with a tablet and water to sip it down with. Tears slipped down your face as you sniffed, brushing them away as your headache increased, the pain smashing at your head with a stone as you tried to keep upright. You gratefully drank the water and tablet and leant into Bruce again as he sat down again, the warmth increased and the tears seemed to take away from your mouth as you swallowed nothing. Your mouth was too dry but you were too comforted in Bruce's presence to get up for a glass of water. You chewed the inside of your cheek to try and regain some moisture when you tasted a metallic taste like blood normally would. You immediately left it alone, hoping you hadn't caused it to bleed. The minutes ticked on and you closed your eyes, the sweet lull of dreams enticing you and you knew this wasn't right. "Bruce?" You called, trying to alert him to something wrong.
"Shh, just rest." He whispered, trying to hold back the guilt that over-flooded him.
"You did this. Zopiclone, 3.5…" You were about to finish when your eye closed again and your throat became too dry.
"That's you (Y/N), too clever for me to ever outwit you." He smiled, moving to lay you on the bed, comfortably. It hadn't taken full control yet and you could still hear him and managed to murmur a few last words before you fell prey to the darkness.
"Too clever for you Bruce." You whispered, the words loud and clear for Bruce as he let out a small laugh at your words. Your head lolled to the side and he knew you were gone. When you woke up you were gone from him. He knew what he'd done and he knew it was the right thing despite what you'd told him but he also knew you would never want to talk to him again. You were not very appreciative of being drugged to sleep so he could run away but he had had his last moments with you.
He hadn't fulfilled his wish and knew he probably never would now. He had bad luck and knew that you were better off without him. By the time that particular dose had worn off, he'd be long gone and all would be well. You might be pissed but he knew you would be safe and hopefully feel more confident and able to visit Harry and Liv if you remembered your last conversation with him and hopefully took his words and acted on them.
"I wish the best for you (Y/N), I really do. And I hope you knew I was just acting." He told her, the words falling on deaf ears as you were lost to the darkness. He walked out, leaving you there asleep as you had no idea of time or could feel it passing. Laura visited you as she watched out of the window of the room you and Bruce had shared, the empty fields as she sat there with hot chocolate in her hands. Cooper and Lila had said goodbye as so had she, her husband was officially gone to fight a robot. She smiled at the thought, thinking of how she would tell this to little Nathaniel.
She fell asleep in the chair resting along with you, both of you waiting for people to come home from war. You were still sleeping in the morning as Laura woke, going to get everything ready for the day. Cooper had to go to school and Lila was going to playgroup. The noise didn't wake you as you were sleeping peacefully. Laura let Cooper and Lila run into your room and say goodbye for the day to your sleeping form as compensation for the fact that everything had changed for the worse with everyone gone. Laura treated it like a game and they had to creep in quietly and say what they wanted to you and then creep out quietly.
Lila walked in first leant on the bed and spoke quietly to you. "Hey Auntie, Mum says you're too tired from Uncle leaving you so we can't wake you but you'll still hear me so I just want to say thank you. Dad said he would come back and I know he will. I know that you will get him back if he can't and change Fury's mind. You and Uncle will work together and I know you will. So thank you Auntie. Have a good day! Oh, and I hope your wrist gets better soon." She whisper-shouted as she leant on the bed, her hair tied up and her backpack filled with the toys she'd need. She walked up to Laura and they walked out to give Cooper some privacy.
"Hey Auntie, it was so good having you here. I had the best holiday with you. But I'm so scared, I have to go to school and Dad isn't here, he's going to fight that robot and I have to work at school. What if something happens to him? I don't want him to go. I get so scared. Lila doesn't really understand what Dad does and I don't think baby Nathaniel will either. I can't tell Mum because she already has a lot to deal with, that's what Miss Jameson said and I don't want to give Mum any more stress. You are the only one who won't mind but don't tell Mum I said that."
"I like talking to you, you don't judge me and you always know what to say. It's nice but now you will probably go after Uncle. What if you get hurt as well? What would I do then?" He asked, pouring out every emotion he had to a prone body and sighing when he got no reply. "Well, I won't wake you, I'm sorry if I did but I was just thinking a lot." He apologised, the words piercing your heart as you listened, trying to control your breathing so you would still look like you were sleeping. "Bye Auntie, have a nice day." He sighed, walking out and you waited until you heard the front door close to get up.
"Cooper, it's not your fault." You murmur after the echo of his moving body in the now silent house. You get up and have a shower, changing your clothes and doing your hair in a bun. It was time for business and you had a lot to do. Stupid Bruce, you thought with a vengeance. You took advantage of the empty house and wrote a letter to Cooper and Lila. Separate of course, you had heard completely different things from both of them. Needless to say, Cooper's was a lot longer than Lila's.
You did it in your neatest and easiest handwriting for them to read and used simpler words or just wrote the meaning in brackets. You packed everything up in your suitcases and got some chocolate from the cupboards to drop off with the letters. You hid them in your suitcase and hid that in your room and walked downstairs to have breakfast in time for Laura to walk back into the house, dropping her keys on the table before walking in to find you with some toast. "Hey Laura." You greet happily, making up a façade of not knowing where anyone was to see her response.
"Hey (Y/N), you okay? You finally woke up?" She asked, faking a smile.
"Yeah, where is everyone by the way?" You ask looking around to see if anyone was there.
"(Y/N), they're gone." Laura approached slowly. "They had to go." She reaffirmed.
"What about me?" You ask. "Am I supposed to take the car? Did they leave an address?" You ask, moving to get up, seeing how badly this hurt her.
"(Y/N), they didn't leave an address because they don't want you to come." Laura confirmed, making you close your eyes in frustration. "They took the car as well." She spoke, making you curse.
"They're trying to protect me right?" You guess, still with your eyes closed but you could feel Laura nodding her head as you took a breath, trying to clear your head. "Idiots." You murmur, sinking back into your seat.
"The fight is going to be horrible, they wanted you safe here." Laura tried to comfort as she moved to put an arm around you. You grit your teeth, trying to keep breathing short and sharp instead of letting the anger subside.
"What am I supposed to do here?" You ask, gesturing to the place. "I can't help. No, this doesn't sit well with me, I'm going to call someone and try and get some details on what's happening, I have some contacts-" You begin but Laura's sigh cuts you off.
"(Y/N), they left you here for a reason." She tried to appeal but you just shook your head sadly.
"I can't. I just can't. If you could, would you stay here if you could help them?" You ask, knowing her answer.
"Of course I would help Clint but what are you going to do?" Laura conceded.
"Whatever I can." You say, turning away to get to the phone. You slide it out of your pocket and flicked through your contacts until you saw what you needed.
"Go save Bruce!" Laura called out behind you. You rolled your eyes and waved your hand behind you.
"He's a prick!" You called back, the words doing little for the anger that began to bubble up again. You were so going to slap him when you saw him. You were a woman of your word. You walked up to your room and sat on your suitcase, the lower platform letting you dig your feet into the ground. You hummed to yourself as the dial tone rang on, muttering for him to pick up.
"I thought you'd be quicker." The voice you knew spoke. The same sarcastic, annoying tone was there and at that moment you wouldn't have changed it for the world.