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"You're going to come with me"
Barry stared at the man hesitantly, ignoring the light-headedness he was feeling. He wasn't about to be caught off-guard again, he couldn't let himself get hurt.
Upon seeing his hesitance, Coulson tapped his very own comm system, and soon, this huge plane had materialised right in front of them, and that's when Barry realised that there was no escaping this. He may have super-speed, but they were seeing him as a threat, and he needed medical attention more than anything right now. He slowly hoppled down the hill, almost falling down the last inch. Coulson caught him though, and grabbed Barry's left arm, helping take the weight off of his damaged leg.
It was when Barry had been forced to get examined that his exhaustion had finally caught up with him, and when that had happened, he had been gone long before anyone could say otherwise.
Barry woke up in a daze, his eyes were open but unseeing, his nose was blocked but he continued to breathe. The constant thumping in his head wasn't helping either, especially since it felt like he had been ran over by a truck again and again. He could feel multiple pairs of hands all across his body. He wanted to push them all away, climb off of the bed with his head held high as he managed to patch himself up without any assistance but soon there was an oxygen mask being placed on his head, and soon after, his eyes had slid shut once more and he was gone, pain-free.
The second time he woke up, he could at least piece together where he was. He could just about make out the blurred objects that made a medicine cabinet and he could recognise the beeping of the heart monitor that had somehow managed to keep track of his heartbeat, even though it went at unhuman speeds. The oxygen mask was still fixed on his face, and Barry had never been happier to have one of those in his whole life, without it, he was certain he'd stop breathing. Barry still couldn't move his limbs though, but that didn't matter as he was soon drifting away once more, a whimper escaping his lips as he did so.
The third time he woke up, he was in a different environment. He slowly moved his head to his left, smiling as he noticed there were buildings outside the window. At least he was back in Central City. Shit.. Central City.. If he was here, and unmasked, then someone knew his identity and that made his eyes fly wide. He would forever be grateful that they saved his life, but, they now knew, and soon, the whole city would know.
His attention turned to the door though, as he had heard the creak of the rusty hinges as it swung open, revealing one man, one handsome man. He took the seat to Barry's right, his hands folded on top of his lap. He smiled innocently at Barry and Barry found the strength to smile back, it falling off of his face as the man opened his mouth to speak.
"My name is Steve Rogers," he introduced himself, "and I have a few questions I'd like to ask you"