Hadley " Haddie " Grayson Matton
Twenty Five | Chaos Magic Reality Warping | Feminine ♀ | Sorceress | Single
Hadley sighed softly when Tony said he was alright. That's when the adrenaline left her body and was replaced with immense pain. She winced and looked down at her thigh, seeing the bullet was deep inside her skin. She knew it would be a bitch to pull out, especially if it had splintered. She looked up at Tony, pain in her blue eyes. She watched him walk over to her and she let out a surprised squeal as he picked her up into his arms so easily. She was a light woman to begin with but she definitely wasn't used to being carried. Hadley wrapped her arms around Tony's neck weakly, one of her hands covered in blood. She leaned her head against his metal suit and it was strangely comforting. She winced as they began to move, the pain making the area around the wounds throb. As they came back onto the ship, the crew was in ruins. People were running around and screaming and trying to figure out what the hell to do. Hadley whimpered in pain, her weak grip on Tony's shoulder. "Is everyone alright?" She asked him weakly, her blue eyes lifting to meet his gaze. That's when the pain in her thigh got worse. She cried out, tears brimming her eyes. She gripped tightly to Tony, as if he was the only thing tethering her to the Earth. She had advanced healing but she couldn't do much healing if the bullet was still in her thigh and causing her to bleed out. She could already feel the wound on her side stitching itself back up and she found it easier to breathe.
When Tony came to the medical wing, it was chaos. SHIELD soldiers were everywhere and so was blood. The doctors were running around rampant and wanting to fix everyone. Hadley weakly lost grip on Tony as her body fell limp, her skin becoming paler from blood loss. She fell unconscious and couldn't hear Tony scream for someone to help her. One doctor rushed forward and urged Tony to lay her on a bed. Once she was, the doctor assessed the bullet wound and told Tony it had shattered in her leg. And they would need to, quite literally, dig into her leg to get all the pieces. The doctor told Tony to hold onto her tightly because she would scream. As soon as she felt the alcohol touch her wound, she sprung awake and cried out in pain. She felt Tony's arms around her as he sat behind her, supporting her body. She felt the tears brim her eyes as she looked down at the doctor pulling medical tools out. She felt nauseous. She gripped tightly onto Tony's arms and as the doctor dug into her leg, she let out a blood curdling scream, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt the entire room spin and she groaned, her face pale. She felt the doctor dig again and she nearly threw up. The doctor pulled out the first piece, that largest piece of the bullet. He urged her that there was just a few more and she shakily exhaled with a nod. The doctor dug deeper and Hadley screamed, pain coursing through her body and making her dizzy. Blood covered the bed under her leg and she cried, gripping tightly to Tony. She felt herself on the verge of passing out once more, when Tony's voice broke through her mind. His voice was calm and kind and she clung to it, knowing she needed to stay awake. She felt the last few pieces be dug out and she sobbed each time, the pain getting worse each time. When the doctor said she was done, she panted heavily, tears running down her cheeks. The doctor watched, amazed as the wound began to stitch itself together. The doctor checked her file an rushed off to get her blood type.
Hadley gripped Tony's arms weakly and she panted, looking up at him with tired eyes. Her face was still severely pale but some color was returning to her cheeks. "Thank you, Tony." She whispered softly before she fell asleep from exhaustion on his chest. She sighed softly as she slept and the doctor came back, hooking her up to a bag of blood, just to make sure she healed properly. Hadley slept softly, her breaths uneven but gentle. She had her arms weakly coiled in Tony's and she seemed to find comfort in him. The doctor told Tony that with her advanced healing, she should be perfectly fine in an hour. The doctor smiled softly and then walked off.
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Steven " Steve " Grant Rogers
Thirty | Super Serum | Masculine ♂ | Captain America | Single
Steve was glad to see Adelaide was alright to see the least. Despite the pain he was in, he couldn't help but smile at her as she walked over to him. Steve chuckled at her worried eyes and the way she assessed him, like a worried girlfriend. He blushed softly. He liked that idea. It was too early to really tell but he could see something in her, something others didn't see. When she called him an idiot for fighting the Hulk on his own, he simply shrugged. "I would've rather died by the Hulk killing me than letting anything happen to anyone on this ship." Steve said with a soft smile but the twinkle in his eyes made it seem as if his words were meant for Adelaide and her alone. When she moved her hand away, Steve looked around the room. He guessed she wasn't used to showing her true self and was embarrassed since they were in a room full of people. Steve lowered his gaze back down to the beautiful woman, his breaths soft. The pain still coursed through his veins like a fire but he knew he would be alright. Steve decided to let her have her way and let her patch him up. He began to walk toward his cabin and nodded for her to follow. "There's one in my room." Steve said calmly as he walked down the halls to his cabin. He opened the door and walked inside, grabbing the medical kit from under his bed. He set it on his bed and stripped off his shirt with a deep wince.
His body was covered in bruises, especially his ribs and his back. There were cuts here and there from the glass but there was one large gash across his stomach. It had been Hulk threw him into a pile of pipes and one of the pipes had been broken and sliced his stomach. Blood gently ran down his stomach and he moved to grab a chair from his desk. He sat down in the chair with a wince, squeezing his eyes shut. He opened his eyes once more, a black eye already forming and a severe cut on his lip. The male was in terrible shape. Even he could admit that. But he wouldn't trade any moment of it. He saved everyone on this ship, including the goddess in front of him.
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