I would like to thank everyone for all of the support with my first fanfic! I intend to release other stories and such but this one has been tugging at me for a while as I am a firm believer that Steve is suicidal. Anyway here is chapter two and I will update as often as I can with all of my homework(School sucks!) Enjoy!
Wanda walked aimlessly down the halls of the New Avengers facility. She had eaten, trained and now was left with nothing to do. She walked into the hallway that held the doors to all of the Avengers quarters. She hummed a merry little tune and all but skipped along with her hand running against the wall. Then the happy thoughts dispersed in her brain and suddenly they were filled with images of a woman with dark hair and cherry red lips. The memory, obviously not hers, switched then to a group of men laughing from the perspective of she could only assume was a man. She looked towards the nearest door and saw the only option, Steve's room. Suddenly the happy/sad visions of men became red, she faintly saw what looked like an arm covered in blood. Knowing the context of the situation Wanda ran to the door and attempted to open it to find it locked. As she began to walk away more blood took catch of all of her thoughts. Then Natasha's face crossed her mind. She was sitting across from Bruce smiling at the doctor fondly, then more blood.
"FRIDAY, can you let me in something's not right." FRIDAY answered right away,
"I'm sorry Miss Maximoff but you do not have access to this room. Also, Captain Rogers does not allow me to interrupt Code:Grey sessions."
"Code:Grey sessions? What is that?"
"I'm afraid that is classified, but I would recommend Miss that you find someone who is close to the Captain in case I call you again." Something about the way FRIDAY said that with such urgency made Wanda question the female AI even more.
"Why would you call me?"
"That is classifi-..." FRIDAY cut herself off.
"FRIDAY?"
"I'm sorry, but order 19FS has been put into place, I can no longer speak on this topic."
Wanda knew what that order was, it meant she could not contact anyone or speak to the Captain. Her mind filled with the image of blood again and she sprinted to the end of the hall to find Natasha. Wanda fled down a flight of steps to one of the many gyms in the facility. Not wanting to wait she used her powers to fling the doors open before she could even touch them. Natasha, thankfully, was still in there punching away at one of the many hanging bags in the room.
"Nat!" Wanda screamed out, startling the assassin.
"Jesus, Wanda don't scare me like that!"
"It's Steve."
"What's wrong with Steve?" Natasha asked, her brow started to furrow in concern.
"I walked past his room and I got visions and I saw blood and I think he is cutting. FRIDAY said that he was having a Code:Grey session and then when I was trying to get into the room to see if he was ok FRIDAY said she couldn't let me in. Then she asked me to find someone close to Steve in case she called me again then she got order 19FS and-" Natasha interrupted her ramble.
"Order 19FS? Shoot!"
"I know! I am really worried about him."
"I have access to his room let's go see-" Before either of them could step foot and Natasha could finish FRIDAY interrupted them.
"I'm sorry for interrupting but Captain Rogers has acquired a gun and is in serious danger of shooting himself."
"Shoot! we have to go right now!" With that the girls ran down the hall and up the stairs.
"Miss Romanoff and Miss Maximoff he speaking what seems to be a verbal suicide note."
"I'm coming I'm coming just tell Steve to hang on!" Natasha yelled up to the ceiling. They ran to the door that lead to Steve's rooms and it clicked open. They ran in and Natasha screamed out.
"Steve!" But no reply came, the only sound that followed was so gut quenching that even the Widows eyes burned with tears.
The sound of a bullet being shot filled the apartment and all went silent. Natasha quickly sobbed before searching all of the rooms looking for his body. She opened the bathroom door and pulled back the shower to see so much blood. Steve sat crumpled against the wall of the shower with his eyes closed. In his right hand he held a G18 and his left hand held the blade of a razor. His arms were bleeding profusely from the cuts that lined them, and the bottom of the tub was stained with red. Natasha's tears came fast and furious as she fell to her knees on the floor, Wanda was screaming out for help through her tears and couldn't stop her uneven voice.
The door to Steve's room opened again and a group of people jogged in. Sam, who was leading the pack of doctors and nurses, stopped at the door. His best friend lay there lifeless and bloody with the source of it in his own hands. On the floor, Wanda was sobbing hysterically and Natasha was on her knees next to her. She had on a stoic expression but the tears streaming down her face betrayed her attempt to hide her emotions. The medic team began to clean Steve's cuts and carry him out of the tub onto the waiting stretcher. Sam stood there unmoving with silent tears. Steve was dead, not only that but he killed himself, and Sam couldn't stop the feeling that it was his fault. Sam, knowing he had to be the bigger man, pulled the youngest female into his arms and hugged her through the sobs.
Natasha got up immediately after the doctors got Steve on the stretcher and followed them. He was dead. He was gone. A fresh wave of tears fell as she ran after the medical team, leaving Sam and Wanda in the blood stained bathroom. This isn't happening, she thought, this is all just a bad dream, I'm gonna wake up any second to find Steve at my bedside waking me up from my nightmare. But the vision of all the blood stayed, and she couldn't help but feel like it just added to her already dripping ledger.
The nurses brought him to the medical wing of the New Avengers facility and proceeded to close the door in Natasha's face before prepping for surgery and blood transfusions. Natasha pulled out her phone and dialed the first number that came to mind. She held the phone up to her ear, still looking through the glass window on the door, until it stopped ringing.
"Hey Nat!" Clint's voice broke through the speaker, in the background she could hear Lila laughing and Nathaniel's babbling.
"Barton we need you at the facility." The way Nat's voice went through the speaker changed the happy mood of the archer entirely.
"What is it?"
"It's Steve."
"What about Steve?"
"He just shot a bullet through his head."
A/N: Ok so in the last chapter I said 'Maximoff's' plural which insinuated that Pietro to still be alive but for the rest of the story I am going to keep the original story that he is dead. Remember to R&R as well as Favorite and Follow!
Thank you guys so much for all of the positive feedback on this story with the previous chapter. I will be putting out some other stories soon enough so stay tuned!