Vision

"Then you should wear something warmer to bed than a top, don't you think?" Would she be more awake and her eyes were open, she would roll them at him. "You're warm, dummy. Would sweat then." Steve laughs softly, tangling his hand into her hair, softly combing through the knots. "Sam and Buck are waiting, though." She mumbles something to herself but peeks her eyes open to blink against the sunlight that streams into the room. Steve is half lying, half sitting on the bed, wearing the smile she has pictured with a soft expression. His wedding band glistened in gold rays through the room. She's always amazed to see it. It's only a month after all that they swore their undying love to each other in front of the whole team and God. "What was that."

"Can wait longer, need cuddles." Steve snorts but still lies down to cuddle up to her. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'm trying not to wake you again and take you out for breakfast when I'm back to make up for leaving you. Sound good?"

"Hmm." She hums already on her way back to sleep, snuggled against his naked chest.

When Steve slips from her the next time, she doesn't wake up entirely but comes to after around ten minutes later. The room is fucking cold without her husband, after all. Grumbling to herself, she buries herself deeper into the blankets piled on the bed, though they don't do much for her comfort. She's not used to sleeping alone anymore, and no warmth the coverings can bring resembles the one Steve's providing. So a bit grumpy, she gets up and dresses in a warm shirt and sweats with fuzzy socks. She steals a sweatshirt from Steve's drawer to pull it on top. It's comforting because his smell is embedded deeply within it.

She walks to the bathroom with a deep sigh to get her hair sorted, and her teeth brushed before she shuffles to the common room. Coffee or tea will make this morning better, and maybe she's lucky, and the others are already awake to entertain her until her breakfast date is due.

Half an hour later, Y/N sits smiling on the couch next to Nat, watching the others banter and tease each other. Nat's laughing, snickering at Clint, who's pouting at something Tony had said. Wanda just looks amused sitting beside Vision, and Tony continues throwing insults around, not meaning them, of course. All the laughing has made her thirsty, so she stands up, brushing some hair out of her face. "I'll get something to drink; you want something?" She pats Na's thigh, but the redhead just shakes her head, so Y/N shrugs to herself and leaves. In the kitchen, she makes a beeline to one of the cupboards where she had discovered Sam's secret stash of snacks and quickly steals something before she walks to the sink to fill a glass with water. Her tea is already empty, and a bit of water might be a good idea. She doesn't want to run to the bathroom every few minutes.

Smiling to herself, she slips back out of the kitchen, chewing on the chocolate but suddenly stops, staying right in the doorway, staring forward. Cold. A cold feeling squeezes her chest tightly, the first and only warning for an oncoming vision. Her sight swims a little, the common room blurring and blending with another scene. She can see trees and grass, almost smell the fresh air. And then the communal room is gone.

Here’s the thing. Y/N isn’t an Avenger; never was and never wants to be. She has visions from time to time, seeing things that are happening or going to happen, but she’s unable to control when or where she gets them. While she’s getting them, she’s unable to do anything. It’s almost like her soul slips out of her body for a moment. Only to show her what’s happening before she comes back to herself. Not a good trait to have in the field. Though Nat and Bucky have both have taught to fight, just in case, she still doesn’t want to be in the field. The warning that accompanies visions is always a cold tightness in her chest that can leave her breathless. There’s only enough time to grab something to hold onto before the scene in front of her starts blurring, and another place forms in her inner eye. She sees some kids playing and people walking. A park? Then Steve’s head pops up. He’s laughing with her brother and Sam as they continue jogging until Steve pats Sam’s shoulder and sprints off. Suddenly he gets a punch into his face. Steve stumbles and falls to the ground, and just as he lands, he gets grabbed by three men and dragged away. It’s as if she sees it through Bucky’s eyes because the trees fly by a lot faster then. Steve’s still too far away; the vision is wonky as her brother runs faster up to her husband. She can’t hear what’s being said, but she can see them smirking and laughing as the men start punching him in the face one after another. From time to time, switching who’s holding Steve up. The moment he gets too heavy to hold, they let him fall to the floor only to start kicking in his stomach and chest. Steve tries to roll into a ball, but he’s already so banged up that there’s not much he can do. She doesn’t want to look at this. Her husband’s lying on the ground as Bucky nears the man, but he’s not moving anymore. A loud crash startles her out of her vision to throw her back into the common room.

She stumbles backward, staring at the broken glass on the ground that must have slipped through her fingers. She barely manages to catch herself in the doorway as she gasps for air. Tears run down her cheeks, and she falls to her knees as panic starts to rise in her head. Is he alright? Is he alive? Her breathing picks up, and her head starts hurting like crazy. She registers faintly how Nat jumps over the back of the couch and runs her. “Y/N? Y/N! What happened?” Y/N only shakes her head, too worked up and unable to tell what she saw. The pictures are still burned into her head, leaving an unsettling feeling of fear in her mind.

“Hey, you need to breathe!” Y/N can feel Nat’s hands on her shoulders, but it does nothing to calm her. Her mind is reeling with what she has seen and worrying about what might have happened to Steve. “Sir!” FRIDAY’s voice chimes in but to Y/N, it’s just a somewhat muffled sound. “Mr. Wilson requested to meet in the med bay.” Y/N gasps again, feeling her chest get tighten. She’s curling forward, clutching her chest in the hope of getting more air into her lungs. “Y/N. Come on, straighten up.” Natasha tries to uncurl her, but there’s no use. On top of her wheezing, tears start to fall as the picture of a hurt Steve repeats itself in her head. “Can we-”

“No. Just go and meet Wilson. We follow when she’s able to breathe.” Nat leans over Y/N, traying everything she can to reassure her that she’s fine as the others leave. “N-Nat…”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“s-St-” Y/N almost chokes on a sob, but Nat is quick to righten her up, so she’s sitting again. As quickly as she can, Natasha slips in behind her, guiding Y/N to lean against her chest, so she has more room to breathe. “It’s alright. Focus on breathing first:”

“N-no… St-Steve is…”

"Y/N!" The doors push open, and Bucky comes running in. he has blood on his shirt and looks disheveled, straight walking up to them and falling on his knees, only barely avoiding the glass shards of the shattered glass. "Buck…" Y/N sobs again at seeing her brother and falls forward, right into his chest. He smells like sweat and blood. The panic returns with full force yet again, and she's gasping for air again. "Shh. I've got you." Bucky's arms encircle her tightly, pressing her to his chest. Her head is right over his heart, and his steady, but slightly faster, heartbeat helps to calm her down somewhat. "s-Steve?" Bucky's silence makes her fear the worst and another sob comes out. "No, no... Peanut, he's alright; he'll make it." His lips immediately press against her head in a reassuring kiss. She just clutches tighter to him, hearing him whisper something to Natasha. "Come on, peanut, talk to me." He rocks her a bit froth and back. Y/N has the feeling of calming down, though her eyes are still squeezed shut and tears are still falling. "I-I s-saw it. T-the men." She can feel Bucky tense against her though his hand motion on her back doesn't falter. "He's alright, peanut. I promise. A bit banged up but alright." Y/N feels his lips against her head again. She buries her hands deeper into his shirt, but she calms down slowly. "Do you want to see him?" All she can do is nod. She doesn't know how long she had been sitting on the ground with Bucky, but her legs feel stiff, not to mention that her head and eyes hurt, as well as her chest. It doesn't stop her, though. She clings to Bucky the whole way, and even when he's still stiff, he tries to comfort her the entire time until they stand in the hallways of the med bay, right in front of Steve's door. The others are around. No one looks concerned anymore, which gives her some kind of hope that it's not as bad as she thought it be. Nat's the one to walk up to her then. She envelops her into a hug and kisses her cheek. "He's fine but asking for you." When Bucky opens the door, Y/N feels herself close to a second panic attack. She wants to see him, but at the same time, she doesn't. Bucky softly pushes her inside, close behind her. When her eyes meet Steve on the bed, she's already on the run, almost but not quite jumping on the bed to bury herself into Steve. She tries to be careful of his injuries, though he still winces a bit. Y/N starts crying immediately again, but Steve doesn't seem to notice because his hand pats her lazily and some kind of sluggish. He looks confused, but then the brightest grin shows up on his face. "You're crying." He states it, still with that big grin on his face. Y/N looks up, her eyes flick from him to Bucky, but her brother is only snorting loudly and leaving the room with a wave. Her eyes immediately go back to Steve's banged-up face. There are all sorts of purples and cut on it; one eye is kind of swollen shut. He has some stitches on his forehead; otherwise, it looks fine. "You're pretty, but my wife's the prettiest." He's still grinning madly, and somehow Y/N has the feeling he has some drugs flooding his system. He looks so adorable, gazing at her that a small watery smile slips past her lips. "What a shame. You're pretty yourself." Steve just shrugs, but the grin continues to stay. His eyes do light up a bit, though. "She's really pretty, like the prettiest and best. I tell you something." He leans up a bit, not by much since he can't do that with a broken rib. Y/N wants to laugh at his low voice and secretive face, but she doesn't. He's already making her feel better; he always does. "What?"

"Come closer, she can't hear!" He waves sluggishly to come closer, almost giving her a punch to the face. She's quick enough to stop his hand from waving, though. "I'm going to marry her." He giggles a bit, but Y/N's just confused. "I thought you two are married." She motions to the ring on his hand, and he stares at it for a moment with a frown as if he just realizes that he's wearing it. "Oh." He looks a bit sad now. Y/N giggles a bit and places a hand on his arm. "I'm sure she would say yes anyway."

"You think so?" He shoots up again, face back to the bright grin and sparkly eyes. Y/N nods at him but frowns as his face falls again, and he slumps back into the bed. "She's such an amazing person. I love her. She's going to be so mad. She hates me in hospitals." Y/N can see that he's blinking a bit more often now. He looks tired, so she just laughs a little and strokes his cheek as his eyes droop. "I promise she won't be mad."

"Yeah?" He doesn't open his eyes, only snuggles deeper into his pillow. "Yeah. I talk to her about it." She doesn't receive an answer, so she just sits for a bit, holding his hand before pressing a kiss to it and standing up. She takes another shaky breath and walks outside. Bucky and Nat are still there, together with Sam, but the others have left already. Y/N walks straight to Bucky and buries her face in his chest. "What's the wrong, peanut?" His voice is full of concern, his hands back to hold her close, probably thinking she's crying again. Instead, she looks up at him with a bright smile. "He's going to marry me. Again." She sees the three shocked faces, but they quickly form, and loud laughter fills the hallway. "So, he's drugged up all alright." Bucky laughs and presses a smacking kiss on Y/N's forehead.