Jungkooks' Spidey Secret

Jungkook awoke to the sounds of trumpets and violins, playing a song that swore he heard before. He hummed along to it but couldn’t remember the lyrics. It was right there on the tip of his tongue. What was the name of the song? What was it? It was nice to hear something else besides the constant beeping that was echoing in his ear earlier. 

The beeping? Where did it go? What the hell happened? Where was he? Was he? No, he wouldn’t be? He couldn’t. Not when he just saw May. Where are his friends? Are they okay? Are they safe? Where’s Tony? Is he? Where is he? Where is he? What’s going on? Why is it so dark? 

Shit, did he go blind? Was he going to have to ask Matt for some lessons in fighting blind? Sure, he has his spidey sense but how was he going to explain that to people as Jeon Jungkook, the weak nerd? 

No. No, he couldn’t have hit his head that hard, right? It was just a standard patrol. He just stopped a couple of muggers and a bank robbery. He wasn’t badly injured at all and he definitely didn’t hit his head. Right? Damnit, he couldn’t even remember what the hell happened? Maybe, he did hit his head that badly? Why can’t he remember? He just wanted to smack himself in the head, why couldn’t he remember? 

Jungkook went to scrub his face and felt something on top of his eyes. Of course, something covered his eyes and Jungkook was just being stupid and didn’t realize it. Maybe, he did hit his head pretty hard and lost some brain cells in the process. He yanked off whatever was covering his eyes and cracked his eyes open a bit, only for him to slam his hand over his eyes.

Fuck, the lights were too bright and made him want to never open his eyes. Fuck, there was a reason why the thing was covering his eyes in the first place.

Slowly, he took his hands off his face and let his eyes adjust to the new bright-ass lighting. Sitting up, Jungkook winced and let out a groan. His body felt stiff and a headache started to form. He felt like someone ran him over with a bus and then rolled him all over broken pieces of glass. Fuck, it hurt to even breathe. He didn’t even bother to check if he had any serious injuries, because the damage was already done and  it was most likely that he did and that Mr. Stark patched him up.

 Instead, he looked around and noticed that he was in Tony’s room at the compound. It’s exactly what someone would imagine a billionaire’s room would look like; extremely large and fancy. As he glanced around, he noticed that little trinkets were scattered throughout the room, and technology-filled the walls. Only Mr. Stark would have some sort of technology or Friday in literally every single one of his rooms. As he continued to look around Tony’s room, taking in every single little detail, he spotted something unfamiliar on Tony’s nightstand. 

On the nightstand was a picture of Pepper, Colonel Rhodes, Tony, and him. A group photo? When was that taken? Damn him and his terrible memory. Memory aside, it made him smile a bit. It was like they were a little family, now all he needed was May in the picture and it would be complete. He would tell Tony that later on when he saw him in the lab. Jungkook’s smile grew a bit wider when he realized that Tony would make it a big thing and get their photos professionally done. With fancy suits, dresses, and makeup; the whole shebang. 

He also noticed a little Iron Man alarm clock and let out a small chuckle. So that’s what was beeping. And Of course, Tony would have his own merch. If anything he probably has a whole shrine dedicated to himself. Jungkook’s a hundred percent sure he saw a poster of Iron Man that made it look like he was running for president or something. He smiled at the thought of Tony trying to become the president and laughed a bit. What a joke.

He got off the bed and tried to walk out of the room when his head snapped at the sound of something creaking behind him. Jungkook felt his spider senses tingling, something dangerous was in this room with him.

“Well, hello, Jungkook. It is very nice of you to finally join me.”

He tilted his head at the empty space in front of him. No one was there except for whatever was in Tony’s room. What was going on? What was talking to him? Why are his spider senses going haywire?

“Now, now. I can see your head swarming with a million questions and I can assure you that they will be answered all in good time.”

The voice bounced against the walls of his brain and he thought his head was going to explode from all the pain. Who was talking to him? 

“Now, Jeon. What I want from you is for you to see your reality. Your true reality. Your destiny.”

Reality? Destiny? 

Why did this voice sound so familiar? The way they said destiny made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. 

“Who are you? How are you talking to me? Where are you?”

“It does not matter how I am communicating with you. What matters is that you truly see what your reality and destiny are. And that you are to accept it for what it is.”

All this reality showed him was Tony’s room. What was his destiny? What was he destined for?

“What reality are you talking about? What destiny? All I see is Mr. Stark’s room?”

“Worry not Jungkook. You will see the rest of your reality soon. As well as your destiny. Just let the rest of this play out. See what I see when I look into that pathetic brain of yours.”

-.-. ..- - / ... -.-. . -. .

He smiled at the thought of Tony trying to become the president and laughed a bit. What a joke.

He got off the bed and tried to walk out of the room when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a suit and tie. A black formal and familiar suit. Kind of similar to the one he wore to… to… Ben’s… Jungkook shook that memory out of his head and tried to open the door to leave. The door wouldn’t even budge. What? Why was the door being difficult? He sighed and called out to Friday. 

“Friday, can you open the door please?” He got no reply in return except for the music becoming slightly louder. “Friday?” 

The music grew louder.

 “Friday? Are you there?” He tried to jiggle the door open but it wouldn’t budge. “Friday?! What’s going on? Why won’t you let me out?” 

Louder and louder it grew. The aching in his head grew more painful and painful as the music grew. The trumpets bounced against his brain. Growing louder and louder with each passing second. Clutching his ears, he fell to the floor and curled into a ball. Why was it getting louder and louder? Why? 

“Friday! Please! Let me out!” 

“FRIDAY! OFF! “ Louder. “TURN IT OFF!” 

As if Friday was finally coming to her senses, the music shut off and Jungkook was met with silence. The ringing in his ears was the only thing he heard. Once the ringing subsided, he managed to uncurl himself and sat up with his back against the door. What the hell was that? What was going on? Why won’t she answer me? 

“Friday?” 

Nothing. 

“Friday? What was that?” 

He got nothing from her but the sound of a tv turning on. Jungkook watched as the TV turned to different channels on its own until it suddenly stopped on a familiar news station. Jungkook felt his heart stop when he read the headline. 

No. It can be real. No. It’s fake. Not real. It’s just some sick prank. 

“Today is a sad day for New York and the world. Today is the funeral of Billionaire and honorary Avenger, Iron Man, also known as Tony Stark. Iron Man is known for saving New York when it was under alien attack and for donating millions of dollars to charities around the world. He aided thousands of people and even in his last moments he was still aiding and protecting people.” 

Jungkook felt the wind knock out of him. No. No. No. This can’t be real. This isn’t real. He’s not dead. He can’t be. Please. Please no. 

“It is reported that he died after covering a teammate of his, Spiderman, from being shot by alien weapons. Tony Stark gave his life to save Spiderman. For that, he is and always will be a hero. The funeral for Iron Man is a private matter, however, please make sure to visit the memorial near the Avengers headquarters. We send our thoughts and prayers to the Stark family and the Avengers.” 

Tears streamed down his face as Jungkook continued to stare at the tv screen. He’s dreaming! He has to be dreaming! None of this was real. Just a terrible nightmare. Dreaming. 

“A-a horrible fucking nightmare! It’s not… it’s. It’s not real! No, I have to wake up!” 

It was a stupid idea, but he had to wake up goddamnit and no little pinch would wake him up. Godamnit, fuck it. He took a deep breath and clenched his eyes shut. Fuck, this was going to hurt so bad. He dug his fingers into his stomach wound and screamed. Yanking his hand away as his mind went white with pain. 

As soon as his vision cleared and the pain barely subsided, he looked at his hand and saw  that his fingers were stained with blood. Fuck, that means his shirts gonna be stained too. It was like the universe decided he needed to hurt a bit more as another wave of pain rolled over him, making him double over. Fuck, he probably ripped the stitches. 

He gagged at the thought of having to stitch himself back up again. Fuck. Shit. Don’t puke. He forced himself to swallow the bile that was rising in his throat. Don’t puke. Don’t. By some small miracle he didn’t, but the pain didn’t waver like it did the first time. Crap.

He sucked in air through his teeth, trying to lessen the pain somehow while trying to breathe properly. He could feel bile rise in his throat again. Shit. He let out a shaky breath and did his breathing exercises. Goddamnit, breathe. In and out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

It took what felt like forever, but was only a couple of minutes to fix his breathing. He was still in pain, but at least he was breathing. The pain would fade eventually, he’s just got to tough it out a bit.

 Fuck, okay, that was dumb.Okay, that was fucking dumb, but it proves that I’m awake and not dreaming. The realization hit him like a train and his breath was knocked right out of him. I’m not dreaming. No. 

I can’t be - no. 

No. It’s a joke. Matter of fact, it's just some prank. All of it is just some sick cruel joke. Some fucked up joke, that’s gotten a little too far. Where are the hidden cameras? Where? Tony is gonna be popping out of his closet or something and yelling April fools at any moment.

“Haha, f-funny joke, Tony. N-nice April fools prank! Very funny. But can you please come out? P-please?” 

Nothing in the room moved, no other sounds besides the news channel going on about the death of his father figure. They weren’t in April. It was mid-February.  No. It’s not… it can’t be… no. No. 

“We would also like to send our thoughts and prayers to the families of the 54 victims that were affected by this terrible tragedy. The names of the victims are Sarah Jean, a mother of 2 who worked on the board of commissions;  Harry Osborn, the son of Norman Osborn of Oscorp industries; Naomi Fox, a kindergarten teacher, and daughter to -.”

No. No, it can’t be true. This is not real. 

None of it is real.

No. He couldn’t. No, maybe this was some big mistake. A mistake. He continued watching the news in hopes that it was all just fake. It had to be a mistake on their part. That Tony was just recovering in some private hospital and wasn’t letting anyone else know.

The news anchor continued to call out the names of the victims and neighborhoods affected by the disaster. He felt his heart rip even more at the news anchor mentioning Queens and Midtown, the place where he lived and went to school, where his aunt and his friends are. His home. Home? His Home? Jungkook felt panic claw at his throat. No, they were fine. Nothing would happen to them, he promised. 

“ -he 6 of these brave Midtown students did their best to protect their classmates, and because of their sacrifice they were able to save their remaining classmates.” 

No. Please no. 

“They were a group full of seniors, juniors, and sophomores, who were described by their classmates and families as the best of friends. They were also described as people who do anything they could to help others. They were bright, outgoing, and golden-hearted kids who even in their last moments were still helping others.” 

Please.

“The 54th individual was a nurse from Queens, who was described by everyone around her as a kind and generous woman who devoted her life to saving others and who deeply loved her nephew very much. In honor of the victims’ families affected by this tragedy, there will also be a memorial held for them as well.”

Please. Please, no. I can’t. 

“N-no. T-this is all just a dream. A dream. A-a horrible fucking nightmare. It’s not… it’s. It’s not real. None of this is real. No.”

“It is truly a sad day for New York. A sad day for the whole world. Thank you to the 6 midtown students; Seokjin Kim, Yoongi Min, Hoseok Jung, Namjoon Kim, Jimin Park, and Taehyung Kim; who sacrificed themselves to save their classmates. Thank you to May Jeon who did her best to help those injured during the disaster while also being fatally injured herself. And a final thank you to Iron Man for everything you’ve done. Thank you to Tony Stark, for everything you’ve done. Although you may be gone, you will never be forgotten.  May Iron Man and Tony Stark rest in peace. May your legacy live on. You will be missed.”

No.

The tv switched off and the room fell silent. Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to stand or do anything else besides stare at its black screen and stay rooted at his spot on the floor. The black screen was taunting him as well as the silence was. It was daring him to do something, to feel something. To scream his lungs out at the fact that he found out about the death of his mentor and father-figure, the death of his best friends, and the death of his only remaining family member, his aunt; through a screen, through the news. To break every single thing in his vicinity. To cry his lungs out, to hurt himself, to run from it. To fucking do something. 

He couldn’t. There wasn’t a fucking thing he could do. Nothing. His entire world just fell apart and he couldn’t do a fucking thing but feel nothing. 

Nothing. Nothing at all. Just numb. Numb. Why couldn’t he fucking cry? Why can’t he…? Why can’t he do something? Why can’t he feel a damn thing?! Why can’t he do something else besides sitting on his ass, staring at an empty fucking screen?! Why?

Why?!

Why?!

 WHY?!

It was like something finally broke in Jungkook. He got up and grabbed the thing closest to him, and threw it at the tv. The glass screen shattered and then silence filled the room. He couldn’t handle silence.

“NO!” He screamed, “FUCK YOU! THIS IS ALL JUST A DREAM! A BAD FUCKING DREAM THAT I HAVE TO WAKE UP FROM!”   

He began to break everything in his sight, who cares if simple things were broken, they could be repaired, he couldn’t be. 

He screamed while destroying everything in the room. “FUCK YOU!” He screamed at his losses. “AFTER EVERYTHING I DID!”

“EVERYTHING I EVER SACRIFICED!”  Screamed at the fact that they were all he had left. Why was it him? Doesn’t he deserve a happy ending too?

 “WHY ME? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! I DID EVERYTHING ANYONE EVER ASKED ME AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!” 

Why does he have to be the one to suffer? First Ben and now this? 

When was it going to end? 

Why was he destined to be alone? Why?!

“ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT! WHY ME?!”

No one was there. No one was ever going to be there. They were gone and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.  

“NOTHING!” That he would have to go on without them if he could. No, he couldn’t. He can’t. No. “IT ALL MEANT NOTHING!”

“EVERYTHING I EVER DID MEANT NOTHING!” He screamed, throwing the last thing that was standing on the broken nightstand at the wall. The sound of glass shattering filled the room. Heavy breathing soon followed after that. 

Jungkook finally looked around the room and saw the damage. Tch, it can be replaced. All of it can be replaced. Not like anyone would be here to yell at him for it. However, as he scanned the room for more damage, he caught a glimpse of the one thing that was not broken in the room. That one thing somehow remained unscathed. 

Everything in the room was almost broken, everything except for the mirror. He walked up to it, glass and various objects crunching under his shoes. He stood in front of it and glared at his reflection. What he saw was his hair disheveled, his face pale with random cuts that were bleeding profusely. Specs of blood painted his face. His jacket had random rips scattered all over him and his pants wrinkled. His shirt was soaked with blood that wouldn’t stop spreading, crimson painting his torso. His hands were somehow clean for the most part, apart from the blood from him digging into his wound. It was just his fingertips that were blood-stained. His hands weren’t injured in any way. Somehow, his hands made it unscathed from the destruction. 

The longer he looked at himself in the mirror, the more he hated himself. The more the anger came out. It was mocking him. Taunting him. Torturing him. Him. 

It was laughing at him. Telling him that it was all his fault. His fault. His.

All of it. 

It’s always been his fault. He couldn’t save Ben and now he couldn’t save them. His fault, and now he has to face the consequences. He dealt those cards and now it was time to collect his debt.

 Debt? What debt had he acquired? Why him? Why?

“It’s- it’s not fair. I-I-I-” He stuttered out. “I-t-t’s n-n-ot f-f-f-” 

Why can’t he speak anymore? Fuck the fact that his throat felt so raw. Fuck that he was bleeding out. He needed to yell at the person responsible for all the wrongdoings in his life. The person responsible for his failures. The reason as to why he was destined to be alone. 

“IT’S NOT FAIR! I’VE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” 

Nothing.

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TAKE EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME? HAVEN’T I GIVEN ENOUGH? HAVEN’T I BLED ENOUGH? DON’T I DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING?!”

Nothing.

“ I COULDN’T SAVE THEM BECAUSE OF YOU. IT WAS ALWAYS YOU. ALWAYS YOUR FAULT. NO ONE ELSE’S, YOURS!” 

Once again, nothing.

“FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! ALL YOU HAVE EVER DONE IS RUIN ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH!”

Mocking him and torturing him. He swung at the mirror. The glass shattered the instant he hit it. The shards of glass embedded themselves in his hands.

 “FUCK!” He screamed out in pain. The white-hot pain spread to his hands and forearm. He deserved this pain. It was all his fault and the least he could do to atone for it was in pain. He destroyed what was left of the mirror.

 “YOU.” 

 More glass lodging in his skin.

“DESERVE.” 

More blood spilled out of his many cuts.

“ NOTHING!”

More pain. Endless pain.

Once finished with destroying the remaining parts of the mirror, his heavy breathing filled the remaining silence. He could hear the blood dripping down from his hands, staining the glass shards and marble flooring. 

Plop. Plop. Plop.

It was synonymous with the beeping he heard earlier. It was nearly the same rhythm too. He hated it. Looking around for something to stop the bleeding, he noticed something significant. It was one of the last things he broke. 

He walked over to it, glass and various objects crunching under his shoes. He caught a small glimpse of it and noticed it was a picture frame.

Completely numb to more glass shards going through his skin, making him bleed even more. He picked it up and turned it over. It was the photo of Pepper, Colonel Rhodes, Tony, and him that was on the nightstand when he first woke up.

 He let out a dry chuckle. Oh, how he wished he didn’t wake up. He let out another dry chuckle and then another. Soon he burst into hollow humorless laughter followed. He couldn’t stop laughing.

So much for another family picture. How can he get another picture if there was no family left? If there were only broken desires and loneliness left? How?

How? 

He laughed until no sound came out, tears rushing down his face. Gut-wrenching sobs tore through his chest and rang throughout the room.

No one was there to comfort him. To tell him that it was eventually going to be okay. To hold him. To be with him. He was drowning, and no one was going to pull him back up from the water. No one. No one was ever going to be here again. 

Alone. I’m alone. Completely alone.

 Empty. 

There was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing to stop the loneliness. Nothing to fix what his destiny was. He is destined to be alone. To feel alone. To have nothing without the loss of something, but ultimately nothing. He had nothing left. 

  Endless nothingness. 

There was nothing left for him. The only option Jungkook has is to let himself fade into the endless nothingness. And so he did. 

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“NURSE! NURSE! WE NEED A NURSE IN HERE! A DOCTOR! FUCKING ANYONE! PLEASE!” 

Tony’s head was spinning and his heart was pounding out of his chest. 

“JUNGKOOK! JUNGKOOK!”

He watched in terror as the kid seized up. He couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch his kid shake and thrash. As the doctors and nurses rushed in, Tony couldn’t help but feel like panicking even more. Why can’t he fucking do anything? 

“What the hell is happening!? What’s wrong with him?! Tell me what the fuck is wrong with him?”

 He was stable when he left him and now everything was going to shit. He didn’t leave him alone for less than 10 minutes. Why did he leave? He left for some pathetic coffee? Because he couldn’t fucking handle a little beeping? He shouldn’t have gotten up at all, he should have just sat through his anxiety. He should have stayed with him. 

“Star-”

Fuck, he was going to lose him, wasn’t he? No. No, he couldn’t. No. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing his kid, not after everything they’ve been through. Not after just fixing his mistakes. Not after finally accepting the kid as family. He had just finished setting up the kids’ room. Before everything happened, they were all set for their weekly movie night on Friday. He had bought all the popcorn and candy a couple of days prior. He was just a kid. 

The kid was there for him when the others weren’t and maybe that was selfish to think that he could keep him forever. But Tony was- is a selfish man. He deserved the right to be selfish after everything. He deserved better, the kid deserved better!

“Somebody better fucking tell me what the fuck’s wrong with him! Fucking tell me!”

The doctors and nurses ignored him and continued trying to figure out what was wrong with Jungkook. Why didn’t anyone know what the hell was going on? What is wrong with Jungkook? Why- 

Tony screamed when he felt someone pull him away from Jungkook. He had to be right next to him. He had to figure out what was wrong with him since the doctors weren’t telling him anything. He had to make sure that the kid was going to make it. He had to know that his kid was going to be alive, that he wouldn’t leave him.

“No! No! I have to- I have to help him! Let me go! Fucking let go! Let me fucking go! Please! Please! He’s dying! He can’t- No! He-” He yelled, thrashing and punching at the person who grabbed him and dragged him out into the hallway. He continued to thrash and punch as the person hugged them close to their chest.

 “Stark! Tony! Tony! I need you to calm down. You need to calm the hell down!” 

Calm down?! He needs to fucking calm down?!

“Calm down!? You want me to calm down while my kid is probably dying! HE’S DYING! LET ME FUCKING GO BARNES!” 

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Bucky tightened his grip on Tony while dragging him out of the room as the man punched and kicked at him. It didn’t seem like he was going to calm down anytime soon, if anything he looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. Bucky pushed Tony back a bit, spun him around, and grabbed him by his shoulders.

 “Tony! Tony! Stop it. You have to stop it. You have to let the nurses and doctors do their thing. They are going to make sure that he’s better, but, for them to do that you have to let them do their job, Stark! So calm the hell down, if not for yourself, then for the kid. Just calm down. Look, just breathe with me for a bit.” 

Bucky continued to hold the man as he exaggerated his breath, so then Stark could follow along. After 20 minutes, he felt the man relax his body a bit and he finally loosened his grip on the man. He sat him down and made sure to stay close to Stark in case he became erratic again. 

Although Bucky didn’t have a strong connection or even a connection to the kid like Stark did, he was extremely worried for the kid. That kid didn’t deserve what was happening to him. He didn’t. He felt a pool of guilt form in his stomach, all this kid wanted was to make sure that the ones he loved were protected. That they were safe. The kid risked his life for all of them and was kind despite everything they’ve done to him since they arrived. He didn’t deserve this. The kid they lied to. The kid whose family and friends they put in danger because they couldn’t be bothered to tell him what was going on. Just a kid trying to do his absolute best. A kid. A fucking kid. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard yelling and several footsteps coming down the hall. 

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Laughter filled the air as Wanda tried to explain what was going on in the show. The poor synthezoid took everything too literally. 

“Oh, Vision, no the show is supposed to be like that! He’s going to be…” Wanda trailed off. It was as if something shifted in the air. From happy sitcoms to tragic movie endings. Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong. 

“Wanda? What is it?” 

“Vision, It’s Jungkook! Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with him. His heart, it’s beating too fast! We have to go!” 

 With a wave of her hand, she left the room as vision melted through the floor. The sight and emotions they were met with in the hallway were not pleasant ones, making her stomach drop. Doctors and nurses were rushing past her with various machines and medical supplies. One nurse bumped into her, throwing her off balance a bit. Something was very wrong. She wanted to follow them. but stopped when she saw Stark sitting next to Barnes. Stark was hunched over and head in his hands, while Barnes was rubbing his back. She could feel the emotions of dread and overwhelming anxiousness spilling out from both of the sitting men. What was going on?

He couldn’t be… He wasn’t… no, please. Not him.

She felt something go off in her head. 

She should have never left him again. It was his fault, again! It's his fault! She should have done something. She should have gone to him. This time it would be different, this time she would do something. 

What was he doing? What’s going on? Why was he just sitting there while Jungkook was dying?!  What happened? Why was he not doing anything?! 

“Stark! I could feel something was wrong with Jungkook! What the hell is going on?! Why are you not with him?”   

What did you do?

Stark barely lifted his head to look at her and said nothing to her. What a coward. Barnes instead spoke up.

“Look Wanda, we don’t-“

“I am not talking to you, Barnes.” She said cutting him off. “I’m talking to him. He’s been here the entire time since Jungkook’s been recovering. I want to hear from him what happened.” She turned her glaze from Barnes to him. “So, Stark, what happened? Why is his heart attacking strange? Did anyone attack him? What did you see? Who attacked him?”

She felt a hand on her shoulder giving her a little squeeze. It did little to comfort her or calm her down. 

“I believe what Wanda is trying to say is what have the doctors said about his condition? Is he going to be alright?” Vision calmly said. 

Was he trying to undermine her? She wasn’t a child anymore, she could handle whatever Stark had to say to her.

“Vision. Don’t. I am not a child anymore and I can defend myself. I asked what I asked for a reason. Now, Stark, will you please tell us what is going on?”

Stark took his head out of his hands, sat up straight, and just stared at her.

Why was he just staring at her? Why wasn’t he speaking to her? Why?

Why was she slowly getting angry? 

She looked behind her to see if he was staring at anything behind her but there was nothing. What the hell was he looking at? Why was he just staring at her? Why won’t he say a goddamn thing? 

“Wanda, I don’t think Tony is in a good… headspace to explain. So, I’ll explain a bit. He was fine before we left. We-” 

“You left? Why would you leave?”

“We left for a couple of minutes to get some coffee and when we came back he started seizing up. I’m- were not sure what happened in the time that we left.” 

Anger surged through her. They left. They left to get some lousy coffee. They left him.

“You left. You left him to get some coffee.”

Barnes nodded and Stark just continued to stare at her saying nothing. 

“Stark? Is this true?” She questioned him. She couldn’t believe that they would leave Jungkook alone for some coffee. “Well? Is it?”

Nothing. 

“Wanda, Tony is not… he’s not good right now. So I think it’d be best if you ask him later. When he’s more… responsive.” Barnes said, standing from his chair and taking a few steps toward her as if he was trying to approach a scared child.

She is not a child. Nor is she scared, if anything this made her even angrier. 

“Now, why don’t you sit down for a bit? It’s been a rough day and I’m sure you’re stressed. Hell, we’re all stressed but you got to calm down a bit.” He gestured to his chair and held his hand out.

Calm down? Calm down? Why should she? 

“Perhaps, Mr. Barnes is right, Wanda. It has been a very troubling day and we all need to “cool down” after it all.” 

“Calm down? I need to calm down? Fine, I will, only if Stark answers my questions? I want to know what happened.” Barnes opened his mouth to speak but she didn’t want to hear him speak anymore. His voice was giving her a headache. “I understand you already told me what happened, but I want to hear it from him. I want to hear what he has to say about this. Stark. Answer me and I will calm down.” She stated, her accent slipping out more. 

“Maximoff, Tony is not in the right mind, now. Look at him.” He exclaimed, gesturing to Stark. “He’s not well. He-”

She’s had enough. She cut him off and pinned him to the wall. As he thrashed against her powers, yelling at her to let him down and calm down, she then created a little space where she wouldn’t hear him. She didn’t need Barnes telling her how Stark was doing, she needed to hear why he left Jungkook, why Jungkook was suffering in the other room. She needed to hear it from him. She needed to know what was going on! 

“Stark! Answer me! What is going on!?” She yelled, turning back to Stark who was just staring at her.

“Wanda, perhaps, it is not wise to-” Vision started before Wanda shut him up with the flick of her hand. “No, Vision, that’s enough out of you. I’ve had it with you trying to protect me as if I was some child. I want to know what’s going on!” 

A flicker of surprise and hurt flashed on his face as she used her powers on him and cast him out of the enclosed space. It didn’t matter, not now, not when Jungkook was dying.

“So, answer me! What the hell is going on!?” 

It was as if he snapped out of a trance and he finally ripped his eyes away from her. There was a beat of silence before he spoke up.

“I-I don’t know.” 

He didn’t know?! Wasn’t he here the entire time? Hasn’t he been looking over Jungkook? 

“What do you mean you don’t know?! You’ve been here the entire time! What is wrong with him?! Tell me!”

 Tony felt silent as he shared a look with Barnes and then looked back at her. He wasn’t saying anything, all she could hear was the humming of her magic. She needs answers. Why won’t he just answer her?! 

Using her powers, she yanked him out of his chair and held him in the air. The little yelp he let out made the magic in her thrum under her skin. She was done playing nice. She has been extremely patient with him, and all he has been extremely difficult and uncooperative. 

“Look at me when I am talking to you! What did you do, Stark? What did you do to him?”

Anger flickered on his face as he replied to her. 

“I didn’t do anything to him! I would never hurt him! I just left for a couple of minutes. I-I just needed to clear my head for a bit, so I went out to get a coffee.” 

Wanda felt her anger rise in her more and her grip on him tightened. He let out a scream as she heard a large crack come from him. He left Jungkook alone when the thing that was after him was in this very compound, it was the least damage she could do to him. He deserved to have a couple of bones broken. 

“You left? You left him? You left him?! Why would you leave?! Especially when the very thing that brought him to this room in the first place is still out there! It’s still in the compound!”

“I know it’s still here! I know that! You don’t think I know that Maximoff! I just couldn’t handle the beeping anymore! I couldn’t! I couldn’t have been gone for less than 7 minutes! I-... fuck!” He yelled as she couldn’t help but tighten her grip a little more.

The beeping? He left because of the beeping?!  

“You couldn’t handle a little beeping! So you left him defenseless!! He is dying in that room because you couldn’t handle a little beeping!”

Stark thrashed against her powers and she couldn’t help but get angrier. How! How could he let it happen again!? How! Why was Jungkook suffering because of him?! Why was he going to be taken away from her?! Why does she have to suffer another loss?! Why!

“Wanda! Let Stark go! Please there is no need to be fighting! Let’s resolve this calmly!” Vision yelled. 

She whipped her head towards Vision and tilted her head, examining him. “I thought I shut you up? Why aren’t you staying quiet? How are you able to cross the barrier? And resolve this calmly?! Let him go?! Why?! So, then he can hurt Jungkook even more, so he can leave again, and leave him defenseless?! Why Vision?! Tell me why?!” 

“Wanda, please. Stop this! This will resolve nothing. You have to know that this is not you. I know this is not you. This anger towards Stark is misplaced. Please let him go. Let us try to help Jeon another way.” He pleaded with her, somehow crossing the barrier she made. 

Misplaced? Is her anger misplaced? No. No, it was exactly where it was supposed to be. He wouldn’t stop her. He wouldn’t, no matter how much she cared for him, she needed to do this. 

“Vision, I am sorry, but you are wrong. My anger is rightfully earned. It is where it needs to be . I do hope you understand that this is me being reasonable. I hope you will one day be able to forgive me.” 

Once again, she locked him out of the space and expanded it more. Of course, Vis would disagree, when had he not taken the side of his creator. As she expanded the space, she could feel him trying to break it down by using his powers. It did sting her a bit, but it wouldn’t distract her from what they- she needed to do. 

“Now, Stark. It’s just you and me. You do understand why I must do this right? You have to understand. ” She smirked a bit when she realized he couldn’t answer her.

“ Oh forgive me, I forget you have to breathe to answer me. ” 

With a flick of her wrist, she dropped him to the floor. He cried out in pain as he hit the floor. She could feel herself twitch a bit in disgust at the sound. Disgust?

“Answer me, Stark!”

Once again, all she could hear was her magic and him panting. She would be patient, after all, she would get her answer regardless.

Before Stark could answer, her ears picked up several footsteps running down the hall, ah here comes the rest of the calvary. She couldn’t care about them. She wouldn’t . What she was doing to Tony would protect Pie- Jungkook. She would protect him this time. And Vision wouldn’t be able to stop her, no one would.

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As soon as the elevator doors dinged open, Clint knew there was something wrong. Something pulled at his heartstrings, whatever was going on was wrong. Something’s wrong and he’s going to drag the rest of Jungkook’s innocent friends into the crossfire. He couldn’t do that, not after… He couldn’t risk another kid getting hurt. 

“Look, guys, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be here. Your friend probably needs to rest more before we go visit him, so why don’t y’all go upstairs and watch a movie or something. I’ll just check up on him real quick, then go up and give you guys updates on him.” 

He prayed that they wouldn’t sense his nervousness. That they would just listen and stay safe. The group of teenagers froze and looked at each other. While having their silent conversation with each other, Clint did what he thought would be good for them. He started to override the elevator to get them to the common room again. To protect them, he repeated to himself. They are just civilians, with no way to protect themselves from the danger that could arise. They would be with Pepper, Happy, and the kid’s aunt. Safe. They would be safe.

Before he could send them off, he felt his heartbreak a little more when one of the kids spoke up. 

“What if he needs us again? We can’t leave him again. We have to show that we’re here for him. We can’t leave him alone again.” 

These kids were just worried for their friend but he couldn’t just let them come with him, especially with the possibility of this going sideways. The kid would never forgive him. Well, the kid with the heart of gold probably would but Clint wouldn’t. He would never forgive himself if one of them got hurt. Especially not after… no. Not again, not Pietro again. They would be safe. He needs them to be safe.

“Look, uhhh, Jim? Right?” 

“Jimin.” 

“Right, Jimin. Sorry. But trust me he knows you’re there for him. I’m absolutely certain he knows.”

“How? How can you be so sure?” 

Clint let out a small smile and nodded. 

“ I just am and I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry? For what?” 

With that Clint gave them a sad look and sent them off. The looks on their young faces when they realized what he was doing pulled at his heart. It hurt, but he had to keep them safe and alive. It wouldn’t happen again. Not again. It wouldn’t happen again, not if he had a say in it. 

He quickly pulled his phone out and sent a quick text to Natasha and Steve. He hoped that they would get here in time or that they were somehow on their way already. 

He ran down the hall to the kids’ room and tried to brace himself for what he was about to see or possibly hear. He prayed that the kid was okay and that maybe his instincts were just pulling his tail. 

He couldn’t be any more wrong, could he? As he rounded the corner, all he could hear was people yelling.