chapter 3
School was boring, as usual. People gave him weird looks, as usual. At least he had a few hours before he had to go home, Dean appreciated that Sam was so smart because it meant that twice a week Dean could have more time away from home and away from his Dad.
‘Where should I go today?’ Dean thought as he was getting into the front seat of the impala. ‘Maybe just drive around, get a burger or something.’ And with that Dean was off, speeding away out of the school parking lot.
‘Jesus fuck, what is happening today? Why can’t I breathe properly?’ Dean thought as he struggled to take in a breath. His breathing had been ragged and shallow all day and he starting to get slightly worried, not that he’d ever admit that. ‘Real men don’t worry. They don’t get scared.’ His father’s voice rang through his head and he shook his head trying to clear it.
Dean was distracted when he nearly drove into the screaming lady that was running past his car. He slammed on the breaks and said, “What the Fuck!” The woman didn’t even seem fazed as she continued to run away from whatever had her so hyped up.
Dean turned and said, this time louder, “What the fuck!” In front of him was about twenty ugly blue things that he had never seen before and the avengers flying around and fighting about another ten just behind the ones stood before Dean.
It only took Dean a few seconds to step into action and pull his gun out of his waistband that he always had for protection. He aimed and shot one of the creatures perfectly square between the eyes, he always was a great shot.
The unknown creature halted and swayed for about a second before collapsing onto the road. Dean raised his gun again and let out three more shots, again hitting the creatures perfectly between the eyes. They all fell, motionless.
Another four shots were let out and four perfectly aimed bullets hit their target, sending them down onto the other four Dean has already put down. Dean was letting out shot after shot, never missing and putting down eleven more. There was only one more because the avengers had finished the battle with their own lot. Again, Dean raised him gun, aimed and pulled the trigger. And again, it hit the intended target perfectly, sending the last one down, revealing a group of seven people who were stood behind the creature, now staring at Dean.
Dean smiled awkwardly and put his gun back into his waistband. He started to head back to his car, but someone flew up behind him. Dean turned and saw iron man floating slightly just behind him. Before Dean had a chance to back away and just get to his car, Captain America was stood by Dean’s side, looking at him shocked.
“Well, it was nice to meet you and all, but I really should be going,” Dean said with his usual confident, some may say cocky, demeanour. He tried to step back, but Captain America reached out and grabbed his shoulder, making Dean flinch back quite obviously. ‘Damn it’ He cursed himself ‘now they would probably know something was up and they would have to move again, and Dad would blame me again and that didn’t end well last time.’ The last time a teacher had been suspicious of Dean’s home life they had called social services and Dad packed them all up and moved. That was one of the worst beatings he’s had. It happened about two years ago and he was in the hospital for two weeks and in a coma for a week and a half. When he woke up, he learned that Dad had told the doctors he had been hit by a car.
‘I really don’t want that to happen again’ Dean thought to himself desperately.
Dean straightened himself up and recomposed himself as if nothing happened. Something he learnt young was to cover the way he was feeling, no matter what it was. ‘Feelings are weakness. Do you want to be weak?’ His Dad’s voice rang through his head again.
When his vision straightened up, he could see the concerned look on both Captain America’s face and Ironman’s, who had taken the face plate off.
‘Damn it.’ He cursed himself again.
“Who are you?” Captain America asked, non-threateningly.
“And how the hell did you take down twenty aliens by yourself?” Ironman asked.
Dean didn’t know what to say and open and closed his mouth a few times. ‘Should I lie and give a fake name? Should I just run?’ Dean thought as he was formulating a plan of escape.
“Hello?” Ironman said.
“Kid, you alright?” Captain America asked.
Dean opened his mouth as he had decided he would give a fake name and get out quick. But as he was about to speak, it suddenly felt like he had been punched in the lungs. He tried to suck in a breath but couldn’t. He couldn’t breathe.
Captain America and Ironman looked at him weirdly for a moment as he still remained silent.
His vision started to blur around the edges as he continued to try and suck in air. He failed again. ‘No, no, no, no, I can’t leave Sammy.’ Were his final thoughts before he blacked out completely and fell to the ground.
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“Aww, I think he's a fanboy,” Tony said looking at him on the floor.
“Shut up Tony,” Steve retorted as he knelt down to check on the mysterious boy laying on the ground. “Oh god, he’s not breathing.”
“What?” Tony said with a panicked edge to his voice. “Move, I’ll fly him to the med bay at the tower.”
Steve stood back up as Tony lifted the boy into his arms and flew away towards the tower. Steve looked up as his husband zipped through the sky with a limp body dangling in his arms.
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Tony sped towards the tower, glancing down at the boy in his arms. ‘He can’t be more than 16’ Tony thought looking at his young face.
Tony reached the tower and flew through it to the med bay, laying the boy down onto a bed. Bruce was already back at the tower, along with the other avengers and ran to the side of the bed.
“Ok, he’s not breathing so we need to bag him and try to figure out what is causing this.” Bruce commanded over to the team.
Tony started to bag him, and Bruce looked for a form of ID. He found a wallet in his jeans pocket. “It says here his name is Dean Winchester and he’s 16 years old,” Bruce said addressing the entire team.
“Ok, now figure out what’s wrong with him,” Tony said. Bruce started to take Dean’s shirt off and once he had cut through the white material, he and the whole team gasped. They saw scars, burns, cuts and bruises covering his entire torso.
“Jesus Christ,” Clint whispered.
“Fuck,” Nat and Bucky spoke at the same time.
Bruce unfroze from where he was starting and began to inspect the bruises and cuts when he felt a strange lump where his ribs are. “His rib is broken,” Bruce spoke, “It might have pierced his lung, resulting in his not breathing.”
“Ok, what can you do to fix it?” Tony asked, almost desperately. He looked down at the scars and bruises littering the young boy’s body and it made him want to throw up.
“We need to get him to surgery and patch up his lung,” Bruce stated already going to move around him to grab the tools.
He began the surgery and the team stood to the side, still in shock over Dean’s abused body.