Hey everyone, I sorely apologize for being late on updating the next chapter. Things have been problematic for the past two weeks that I don't want to tell you but I will tell a few, first is my family's problem that involves the property of our home and second I've got AH1N1 virus and been in the hospital for a week. It was both boring and scary (T _T)", I can't tell you the details on why but there is one thing I gotta say is that being in the hospital sucks. I was supposed to update this two weeks ago but sadly, a lot of stuff has happening badly. So I again apologize for the long wait but I hope you are satisfied with this updated chapter :)
I can't promise you on when I will be updating more but I will not abandoned this story. Because I somehow think that Stelen (Steve and Helen) deserves to have a complete fanfic story and so I shall do it with the best of my ability to not give up on my work :)
Also I already watched Spiderman: far from home and honestly it was amazing :)
~April 13, 2015~
After their romantic confession with kisses and obnoxious teases from Tony and Clint who are both immediately shooed off by the Korean doctor, leaving her and the Captain alone together in the medical room. Steve begins to make the first move by wrapping his arm around her tiny waist, looking at her ever so lovingly as she did the same to his. As things were about to get intimate, he leans in to kiss Helen once more but instead of sweetly stroking his cheek when she raised her hand…
SMACK!
And slapped him in the cheek a bit hard.
"What was that?" He asked in a confused tone, looking so shocked by her unexpected gesture.
"You said you are sore but you lied!" She replied in an angry tone while pointing down at his right side of his waist where there is a tinge of blood, slightly oozing from its wound.
Steve rubs his reddened cheek from the slap he received from his newfound love. "H-Helen, I'm sor—" His words were cut off when she exclaimed with a bit of anger in her tone.
"Did you think I was stupid, that I wouldn't figure it out?!"
His blue eyes widened in disbelief. "W-What n-no! I mean… uhh."
Then the Captain murmured out almost quietly. "I honestly hoped you wouldn't." it was just enough for Helen to hear his words as she glared at him with a deadpan look, causing him to sheepishly scratched his neck while looking away from her before he heard her called out in a serious tone.
"Sit down on the medical bed, please."
The Korean doctor instructed him as he followed her order by walking towards the bed and sat on it, seeing her standing in front of him and proceeds to undo his top suit. Her face looked annoyed but also completely worried for his condition. Goodness, they had just started their romantic relationship just now and this was the first to happen when Steve didn't tell her of his injury, she thought once she finished unfastening his suit before immediately putting on her gloves and getting the medical cleaning equipment on the other side for the wounds since the prototype cradle is on the other side of the medical room where most of her employees used for the patients who have mortal injuries. But luckily, Steve's wound is nothing serious though it needs to be treated to avoid the infection.
"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't want you to worry." He watches her approaching him bringing only an alcohol, a pack of cotton balls and a box of bandages as he continued. "And besides, I can heal a bit faster than any normal people and I can take care of whatever pain I had suffered from heavy hits." His eyes looking at her with a small smile on his face.
Despite being so touched and sweetened by him calling her doll as an endearment, Helen glares at him still a bit angry at this. "Steve, even though you are a super-soldier with accelerated healing and could take on being pounded that doesn't make me feel any less worried… not like the last time…"
Her face grows more concern than anger in her features as she begins to remember the time when she first treated Steve's mortal injury back in Seoul, he would have almost died if not being healed by the cradle she created. She stares at him before looking down at his waist and begins to tend the wound on his right side waist, ignoring the fact that he has such gorgeous muscles and abs that made her face completely blushed. She had seen men's upper bodies in her medical years, having muscles and abs that some women could get lusted for. But none of these men could affect Helen from blushing… except the one and only Captain America, Steve Rogers, who is now her…. boyfriend? Admirer? Sweetheart? Lover maybe… Time will tell on how on their relationship goes in the end. Somehow, she secretly knows that he is the only one who could make the female doctor blush ever so red.
Seeing her pure concern expression, Steve felt a bit guilty of making her feel that way. He can imagine Bucky scolding him by saying in a sarcastic tone. "Way to go, punk. You have gotta say those words out loud to a lady you had just settled with."
Yeah, he could really feel him saying those words out loud in his head.
Once she is done putting medicine in his wound before placing a clothed bandaged on his right side of his waist, Steve grabbed her hand and lifts it towards his cheek, nuzzling himself over her soft palm while closing his eyes feeling so relaxed and contented for a moment. He opened his eyes to see Helen staring at him with her expression softened as he genuinely smiled before kissing her palm.
She smiled in return while stroking his cheek in a gentle manner before hearing him spoke out to her in a whisper.
"I'm sorry..."
Only gazing at Steve and just stayed silent for hearing him to continue.
"I'm sorry that I worried you. I guess…" He made a deep sigh then looking straight into her eyes. "I guess I'm always independent on being alone and never intending to let anyone helping me sometimes ever since I woke up from the ice."
He can see Helen's face morphed into pity yet also understanding as he continues to say further. "But I'm happy that you cared for me, Helen. I really do…"
She searches into his eyes for a moment before replying out softly. "And I am happy that you cared for me too…"
Helen gave him a gentle smile as she leans in to put her lips unto his, kissing him ever so gentle and loving when Steve kissed her back but this time their kiss turned into more passionate as he was kissing her, hard. And unexpectedly to her, she retaliated by slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back just as deeply as his, making the tension between them going hot.
Steve tucked one hand behind her neck and looped the other around her waist while his lips caressed hers as Helen felt the warmth familiarity of being in his arms. As much as she would've liked to go all-in and turned up the heat, something held her back knowing that she had to take this slow in the course of their intimate relationship when she reluctantly pulled away to meet his eyes.
"That was…"
"… amazing." Steve finished the sentence, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone with a smile.
"It was, but… I think we should take things slow for now." She told him and silently almost regretting her words immediately but knowing it had to be said.
"I understand." He nodded then gently pressed a kiss to her forehead before he moved off from the medical bed and reluctantly stepped away from her. "Well, I should get going. I have to meet up with Fury at the main room." He uttered softly while putting on his suit.
"Um, good…" Helen replied, already missing the warmth of his body against hers. "Take care of yourself, Steve. I'll see you later then." She gave him a soft smile while she sees him fully clothed in his suit before looking into his blue eyes as he did to hers.
"Yeah, I will." He nodded a bit sharply then walked towards the door before looking at her again and spoke out. "Can't wait for us to go on our first date, Helen." Smiling happily at her.
The Korean doctor breathlessly smiled in return while feeling excited on the inside as she replied. "Me too, Steve."
The two of them gaze at her each other longingly for a very short moment when Steve cleared his throat before saying. "Good day, Dr. Cho."
And with that, he turned away before opening the door and went out of the medical room, leaving Helen to just sit down at the medical bed while fighting herself from being drawn back into his embrace.
"Take it slow?" The Korean doctor groaned outwardly while slapping both of her hands on her clothing lap a bit hard. 'This has got to be the worst idea ever.' She thought in dissatisfaction as Helen took a deep breath before she stood up and brush her palms on her medical dress and proceeded on to do her work.
Steve walked through the hallway looking so contented as he had been thinking about what happened between him and Helen. He seriously had never thought this moment couldn't get any better, now knowing that she has feelings for him as well and the way they kissed… God, it was blissful. 'Yes, blissful indeed.' he thought with a soft smile on his face.
Peggy is right… maybe someone really is waiting for him and that someone could be Helen. She really did found him at last. His love for Helen may be different compared to his love for Peggy but this feeling he has for her right now, it is emotionally breathtaking.
It seems meeting her was fate, becoming a good friend and companion to her was by choice in a short time but falling in love with her is the only thing he had no control over. He can't believe that he would ever fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time, and he completely never regrets it. Never.
Though the only thing he regrets right now… is Tony knowing about his newfound relationship with Helen and his ongoing teasing.
"Hey, Cap!"
'Speaking of the devil.' He thought with a groan when he heard Tony calling out from behind and saw the playboy billionaire walking beside him with a playful smirk on his face. God, will Tony ever stop teasing him? Without a doubt, he probably never will.
"What is it you want now, Stark?"
"Oh nothing. Just wanna know how things are going on between you and Dr. Cho today."
"That." Steve pointed out, "is none of your business."
"Aw, come on. You have no idea how much I am very ecstatic on how you two get along very well together. So come on man, tell me the details." Tony said in a slightly giddy tone from which the Captain had never thought he would hear this from him, especially his tone.
"Sorry, Tony. But no."
The two men continue to walk in the hallway for a short second until they are almost at the end where the main room is held and can see Wanda sitting on the chair at the table, looking so depressed and saddened due to the death of her older twin brother. This sight of her in front of him pains his heart, knowing full well on what is like to lose someone very close to you. He was in that same situation as hers when he lost his best friend, Bucky whom he considered to him as more of a brother than a friend. Wanda and Pietro were like him and Bucky, always together, looking out for one another and never leaving each other's side. But the difference is that Bucky is unexpectedly alive yet a lot different than his old self while Pietro is… is in a better place. He knew shortly that Pietro is a good man and a wonderful brother to his sister, despite the mistakes that he did towards him and his team.
Steve turned to face Tony and saw that he stared at Wanda with a pity expression on his features as he too felt the same way as his. The Captain turns to gaze at Wanda with a saddened look on his face and hears Tony spoke out in a soft tone yet almost breaking.
"Poor kid."
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Helen stayed in the other medical room, watching as her colleagues worked and tend the minor injuries of the Sokovian civilians. Nobody else needed her assistance – Steve had only suffered a wound on his side waist and his rapid healing had taken care of whatever pain he'd suffer as he told her earlier, however that still doesn't make her less worried if anything happens to him while Wanda on the other hand, only has minor cuts and a slice to her arm that Helen can easily tend to her, and as for Clint, he can only tell her that he's just tired but fine and thanks her for concerning him. So the Korean geneticist just watched until she inspected and commended their work as she approaches one of her colleagues.
"Have your reports in before the end of the week." She reminded them both as they headed out of the door before she saw Vision stood in front of her, his expression fixed in its usual deep interest. He'd become a familiar face in the headquarters. He seemed unaffected when the people around him stared with a mixture of curiosity and shock; though most did because categorically speaking he shouldn't exist. But SHIELD was allied with a highly-powered alien being who'd been historically interpreted as a God, many situations that should have been stories, legends, myths or fantasies were real now. Some who came to work for SHIELD couldn't deal with that.
Helen kept a level head but could also freely admit that the Vision was a miracle, a miracle that she, Bruce and Tony including Thor who powered up the cradle helped create. She often found her gaze drawn to him, always finding something new to catch her attention to increase her pride and fire up so many fascinated thoughts but she tried not to stare. He was also far politer than a lot of the people that Helen interacted with were on a daily basis, though she always considered Steve to be polite too like an old-fashion gentleman that he always is. It was hard to believe that he had been created using JARVIS' matrix by Tony Stark yet somehow she was thankful that he chose his AI instead of Ultron taking over.
Ultron was a much easier fit when it came to Tony's habits and attitude. Thinking about Ultron always made something cinch tightly in Helen's chest. She had known working for SHIELD would be dangerous, that there was the chance of something horrifying could happen. She just hadn't fully comprehended how she might be affected. In retrospect, it was frightening to have been controlled but it hadn't felt like that at the time. It'd been more like incisive guidance, clear-cut and so detailed and motivation that couldn't be stopped. Under Ultron's control, her mind had felt completely clear; every thought had led easily to another. There'd been no distractions, only work, the sort of progress that she'd always wanted.
"Dr. Cho?"
Vision didn't touch her but he was standing closer. Helen came back to herself abruptly. She didn't know whether she was grateful or not. The android's face was etched with concern. He was lifelike, he has life. It was his own.
"I'm sorry, did you need anything?" She asked in a calm tone.
Vision's concern didn't lift, his gaze inspecting her intently. Helen took deep breaths and felt the cinch loosen. She'd spoken a little to Dr. Selvig and to a SHIELD psychiatrist, the latter was understandably mandated. Some things she didn't talk about though, as long as she could work without distraction that was all that concerned SHIELD.
"You're quite well?"
It was very JARVIS thing to say. Helen was struck by that sometimes, JARVIS had been a big help in her work most of the time. She had appreciated his dry humor, the contrast it was to Tony's and the perspective JARVIS had offered. Now, there was FRIDAY instead who ran things electronically and Vision, a new member of the Avengers team with JARVIS' voice. And he was waiting for her answer.
"Tired, tending all the civilians was successful that's all."
"Do you enjoy working as a physician?"
"Not the exhaustion but the challenge and satisfaction, making an often immediate difference."
"Is that why you addressed Captain Rogers' injuries without the use of a regenerator?"
Ah, that was a good question though surprised when she didn't expect Vision to be observing her tending Steve's injury inside the medical room. She honestly hope that this android didn't witness them doing intimate moments in there, because that would be a bit awkward and slightly embarrassing. Aside from that, Vision always asked good ones and he didn't mind if people asked him questions in return. He seemed completely fine with people examining him, endlessly talking to him. Perhaps he'd been programmed to accept it. Steve was equally accommodating when the Medical staff examined him, always considerate and concern for his teammates and especially Helen. But he wouldn't let anyone take a sample of his blood as she had heard from the other doctors and scientists who wanted to get their hands on her lover's blood. There was so much that could be learned from his biology and there was a lot of talk about the reasons for Steve's refusal. As much as Helen would have love to examine his blood cells out of curiosity and fascination, she thought it would be best to leave it alone and respect his body. Even if she ever wanted to ask about taking his blood for a sample, she knew Steve would be adamant if she asked that from him. Helen may be a geneticist who yearns to study more about cells, genes, heredity and variation of organisms but she was not that hungry for more scientific knowledge like the other greedy scientists she had meet before.
"Sometimes, Medical personnel are needed out in the field and things happen to equipment."
Vision nodded in understanding. "So SHIELD's Medical staff are trained for likely eventualities."
Helen had heard what agents and medics alike had to deal with in difficult field situations before, she'd experienced it once herself. When she could, she made sure that everyone's basic skills in Medical were kept sharp. Some medics resented it, some had thanked her.
There was a buzz in Helen's pocket as a cellphone message to remind her of her next meeting. Anticipation affected her expression. There was never seemed to be enough time for all of her work, she missed giving all of it, the attention it deserved. She missed that clarity of thought.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?"
Helen turned at Vision's statement. She often wondered, she often wondered at his thoughtful process, at this questions. Did he remember being JARVIS?
Why was he asking her that?
"No."
Vision nodded once. "I've talked to many people, I realized some find me unnerving, discomforting and I believed they'd avoided me because of this. This morning I enjoyed a conversation with one of your colleagues shortly after she had finished tending her patients. We talked about most of the things. Only later I was told that she finds my presence difficult and uncomfortable."
Helen's lips thinned. It was logical that not everyone would get along, that was the nature of working in a large organization. And Vision was something so new, so startling and diverse – looking and behaving uncannily human whilst also being a machine, intertwined with alien magic. Still, Helen felt angry on his behalf, because of her part in his creation? Well, she also enjoyed his company, as complex and fascinating as it could be. That was part of the enjoyment. Helen liked to work with people that pushed her, that made her better.
"You shouldn't listen to the gossips." She told Vision.
"Because it's unreliable. But it's often sourced in truth."
"Someone's version of it."
"Does that prevent it from being true? It is true to them, it could be true to me also."
He didn't seem hurt, he was still his curious self. His capacity for learning was still impressive and inspiring. He lifted a hand towards his own forehead to the yellow gemstone embedded there.
"This was used to possess your mental faculties. You don't feel uncomfortable in its presence now?"
Helen glanced at the gem that once been part of Loki's scepter, that had touched Helen's chest and had spread its brilliant jeweled fingers through her mind, clearing all obstacles, all distractions, so that she could assist Ultron in gaining the body he'd wanted, the body that Vision now used. How could she regret that?
No distractions, no obstacles, only work. That feeling cinched in Helen's chest again. Uncomfortable was not the word she would use for how she felt.
"No." She replied at last. "It helped created you, like I did, like Tony, Banner and Thor. That doesn't make me uncomfortable."
Vision looked thoughtful and Helen checked her phone again, messaging her waiting group that her work in the medical wing was done for now and that she'd be with them soon.
"What does it make you?" Vision asked blandly.
Helen paused only minutely as she tucked her phone away. Her expression was carefully blank yet her usual calm self, no doubt Vision could see that and yet he'd still asked. She wasn't sure yet he'd still asked. She wasn't sure yet if he asked such piercing questions because he hadn't realized that most people avoided asking them or because he was using everyone's assumption of his complete naivety to gain the knowledge he was always seeking. Tony had help create him, there had to be some Stark slyness in Vision somewhere.
"There is something you miss." Vision noted matter-of-factly, pushing further as though the cinch inside of her was obvious as though he could see her thoughts. "I don't know what it is."
"Neither do I." Helen lied abruptly.
Vision looked at her for what felt like an endless moment. He knew she was lying, Helen knew that he did. That was obvious to her. Her words were a deliberate choice. Her chest cinched tighter but she breathed through it. Some truths weren't talked about; it was important for Vision to learn that – he worked for a highly-classified organization. And Helen wanted him to learn it, right now. He had to have noticed what wasn't spoken about among the Avengers, everyone did. Dr. Banner had left, that was hard to ignore as was Clint Barton's now part-time status, and Pietro Maximoff's permanent absence.
Helen's phone buzzed again, she gave a quick layered smile, out of time again. "But you don't make me uncomfortable."
Vision slightly smiled at her words and nodded slowly.
"I'm glad."
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~April 14, 2015~
Helen walked out of her guest room while smoothing her black formal skirt, making it perfectly straight before making her way towards the living room. Ever since she heard about Pietro, the male Maximoff twin and elder brother of Wanda being deemed deceased, she can't help but feel the sadness she had felt towards the young twin sister. Helen may not have siblings of her own but she does know how it felt like to lose one. In her days as a medical doctor back in Seoul, one of the patients she had been taking care of, is a little girl who came from a catholic orphanage and was diagnosed with leukemia, the same deadly disease her mother died from. The times she had spent with the child as her doctor, gives her joy and willing to make her alive and better. Every day, she receives some of the drawings from the little girl as a thank you gift and she was entirely grateful for this and that was the time Helen felt what it is like to feel love again ever since her mother died, however…
Death seems to be eager to take the only person she deeply cares the most once again.
~*4 years ago*~
Helen was checking on the medical monitoring before looking down at the document on the board clip in her hands. It has been four months. 'Four months! And nothing has happened! Every medical treatment we gave her, begins to cure on her perfectly but the disease immediately grows back to her system. Damn it!' She thought angrily yet also desperate in wanting to cure the child completely, not wanting to end up like her mother did.
"Will I ever get better, Dr. Cho?"
Hearing a soft yet weak whisper from her side, Helen looks away from the document and faces the young girl lying on the medical bed. She can see her features looking so pale and weak, breathing a bit difficultly as if her life is slowly starting fade in any moment.
The doctor smiled a bit sadly as she sat down on the chair and faced her before placing her hand on the child's frail petite one, stroking it gently. She wanted to tell her that everything's going to be fine for the young one if they cure her completely but looking at her right now, time seems to be running out for her as she spoke out.
"I can't promise you that you will ever get better." The little girl gave her saddened look yet Helen manages to smile at her a bit reassuringly. "But I will do my very best to cure you, Jang-mi."
Jang-mi weakly smiled at the doctor before speaking out. "Then that is enough for me."
Helen nods slightly and leans in a bit for Jang-mi to hear then whispered. "Also when you are finally cured for good…" Her smiles grows before saying the words. "I will adopt you as my daughter. What do you think?"
Seeing Jang-mi's weak smile turning into a happy grin and nodded so acceptingly without a word. Helen tearfully smiled in return then leans forward to kiss the little girl's head.
She thought everything will turn out fine until the next early morning while waking up from her sleep beside Jang-mi, holding her hand. Helen felt the little one's skin being cold… like death cold, her eyes widened and her chin slightly trembled when she looks at Jang-mi's face. At her pale pallor that now looked almost luminous. At her still chest. At her little paling lips. And the look of peace on her young face as if she is finally free from pain and misery.
Helen stared at Jang-mi and said in a trembling tone. "Jang-mi?" No response came from the little one's mouth or moving at all as the doctor stood and leaned in with her hands on the girl's cold cheeks and said again. "Jang-mi?" The woman's shoulders began to shake and tears starting to fall from her eyes before wrapping her arms around the little girl's form then cried ever so loudly while placing her chin above Jang-mi's head and rocking a bit together.
"Jang-mi!"
First she lost her mother… now, she lost Jang-mi whom she was about to consider the little girl to be adopted as her own daughter.
The memory now fades away from her mind as she arrives there and saw Steve looking at the huge mirror in front of him while fixing his tie. Hearing the footsteps nearby, he glanced up to see her approaching him with his hands moving from his tie as he tries to finish the black strip of the fabric. He smiled a bit sadly as Helen joined him, and she returned the gesture.
"Hi." She said softly.
"Hello." Steve said in return.
Helen raises her hand to reach up towards his tie but immediately stop and looked at him with a shy smile. "May I?"
Chuckling softly, he nodded a bit and replied. "Please."
The Korean woman reached up again and pulled his tie straight and smoothing it down perfectly. Steve stares at her sincerely before wrapping his arms around her petite waist.
"You look beautiful." He said quietly.
Smiling a bit amusingly at him, she replied. "This is not the best time to say it during the funeral, Steve."
"Sorry." Nervously smiled in return while watching her as she finished with his tie and her hands drifted and sliding down his chest then rest there as she lifted her dark eyes to look at him.
"How was Natasha?" Helen asked softly. She remembers yesterday when she had a conversation with Clint, he told her about Bruce's disappearance and his relationship with Natasha. The Korean woman felt very bad for the red-headed spy and even though she knew Bruce and Natasha for a short time, she considers them as her friends rather than acquaintances.
Steve shrugged a little, even as his brows furrowed a bit unhappily.
"Same as usual, she didn't want to talk about it at all last night." He answered solemnly.
Helen nodded in understanding, she wouldn't have expect anything else from the Russian agent. "I'm sure she appreciates having you and Clint there, even if she didn't say anything." She murmured encouragingly and suddenly smiled a little in satisfaction as a ghost of a smile appeared on Steve's face.
"Thank you." He replied softly before continuing. "And I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, Helen."
She gave him a gentle smile that he had always loved before she leans forward to kiss him lightly. Steve kissed her back quickly before they leaned back once more. Without needing to exchange words, they both went towards the elevator. As they arrived in front of it, the couple walked in together. Steve took Helen's hand as she squeezed it bit tightly as they made their way up to meet the other Avengers.
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"Pietro, I will always love you as a brother, a friend and a hero. Zdravo {Goodbye}…"
Wanda finished her speech, barely keeping her tears in check. The Avengers all stood soberly as the Maximoff woman clench her paper in her fists before nodding at Vision stiffly. The android carefully lifted the simple but smooth black coffin carrying Pietro's body and laid it gently in the grave that Clint had dug out.
The Archer had insisted on doing it and more so, alone. The others had respected that wish, and since Wanda couldn't be parted from her brother's body before the ceremony, Clint had worked at the grave alone.
And now, as the coffin landed with a soft thud, Clint bowed his head while Wanda desperately fought back her sobs as she used her powers to lift the soil pile by the gravestone and laid it there to cover her brother's grave. Vision laid a hand on Wanda's shoulder in comfort while the Avengers all bowed their heads in respect as the small private ceremony begins to close, none of them were moving as they all paid their silent respects.
Eventually, Tony moved to walk away as he was unable to stay there any longer before heading towards the graveyard exit where Fury and Maria were standing in quiet mourning. Thor and Rhodey followed quietly, leaving a few people who wanted to pay their private respects. Natasha gave Wanda a small sad nod before walking away as well.
Once everyone else had gone empty, Clint and Helen walked over to Wanda while Steve stood behind the group in stoic support. The poor girl was trembling as she refused to break down into tears and tried to meet the two people's eyes defiantly.
But as their eyes met, Helen read the sorrow in her grey-blue eyes and silently thanking Wanda for saving her from Ultron. Noticing the Korean doctor's gesture, she cracked and sobbed in tears. Helen reached out to hug the younger woman. The Sokovian girl clutched the Asian woman as she cried into Helen's shoulder while Vision tightened his grip on Wanda's shoulder in a small gesture of comfort.
Steve bowed his head as he stood back while Clint also placed a hand on Wanda's other shoulder and Helen soothed her gently. "I'm so sorry. So sorry for your loss."
She didn't say that it would be okay, because it wouldn't be. Not for a while, at least. Wanda wailed while burying her head into the doctor's shoulder as her tears fell thick and fast. Helen's heart ached with affliction as she felt the raw pain in the girl's cries.
But Helen knew that letting out the emotions would help the wounds heal faster like she did before when her mother and Jang-mi died. They would always be there to some degree and the loss of her brother would be hard for Wanda. But Helen believe the young Maximoff girl would be able to be strong and move on, and hopefully someday, be able to remember her brother with a smile on her face.
I hope I did a good job on writing Helen's interaction with Vision and her bittersweet moments with Steve. I especially looking forward to write more about Helen's growing friendship with the rest of the Avengers along with her romantic relationship ❤️
See you soon for the next chapter ;)
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