It Is Wednesday, My Dudes
Okay, so maybe trying to cut the panini head's arm off wasn’t the best plan I’ve ever had, Quinn thought to herself as she shifted in an unfamiliar bed, eyes still closed.
“I know you’re awake bitch,” Ari’s voice carried across the room.
She groaned, “If I never open my eyes I never have to face reality, and more importantly my dads.”
Quinn could feel the eyeroll in her bones. She finally got the courage to open her eyes, the sunlight making her present headache grow even more.
“Why the fuck I got tubes in my nose- Oh, I’m, I’m missing an arm,” Quinn stuttered when she looked down, “That’s wild.”
“I,” Ari pinched the bridge of her nose, “don’t even know where to begin with that entire statement, to be honest.”
A soft knock came from the doorway causing the girls to look to Steve’s battered body leaning against the frame.
“Hey sweetheart, you’re in the deepest trouble you’ve ever been in but it’s nice to see you awake,” Steve gave her a tired smile.
Suddenly Quinn felt the lump in her throat begin to build as more broken memories of the fight began to resurface. A sob broke through the room. Who the fuck is crying? Oh, OH that’s me. Oh my god, where is папа-
“Quinn, hey, hey princess I’m here it’s okay,” Steve rushed over to the broken pieces of his daughter.
“Where’s dad, is he okay? All, I remember is the fire, oh my god,” Quinn rambled through her tears.
He held her close, stroking her back in comfort, “He’s okay, still asleep. I honestly didn’t expect you to wake up so soon because your injuries are so bad.”
“At least it was the left arm.”
Ari snorted from her position of chilling upside down on one of the plastic chairs, “You’re really making jokes about losing your freakin’ arm, MID tears?”
“What else is she supposed to do?”
“PETER!” Quinn yelled, “If you ever tell someone I was that excited to see you, I’ll make sure you can never talk again.”
“It’s good to see you too, Q,” Peter laughed.
A couple more people entered the room from behind Peter, a tall man with a shorter girl following suit.
“Hello Quinn, it is nice to finally meet the girl your father’s talk so much about. I’m T’Challa, and this is my sister, Shuri. She will be taking care of your arm like she did with Bucky,” T’Challa said.
“Please tell me it’s cute,” Quinn said and Shuri laughed.
“Of course it’s cute, I designed it,” She replied.
The entire trio nodded and said, “Oh, I like her,” in sync. This was received with the scared stares of Steve and T’Challa and a slightly evil smile from Shuri.
“I’ll be ready to attach it whenever you are ready, so you can start getting used to it,” She said and Quinn nodded.
“I want to wait till my dad wakes up,” Quinn whispered, feeling the tears burn at her eyes for the second time in the past 30 minutes.
“That’s fine princess, whatever you want,” Steve said.
Ari got up from her chair, “I’m gonna go check on Mom, she’s been awake for a few days and keeps trying to escape the hospital bed. Spies, SMH.”
“Bro, did you just say SMH outloud?” Peter snickered.
“They will never find your body.”
“I don’t doubt that, little red.”
Ari rolled her eyes, “Come along hot pocket, let’s make our rounds.” and with that, the two left to check on the rest of the injured Avengers.
~
A few days passed and Bucky finally woke up, the burns on his skin almost completely healed. The nurses were kind enough to move Quinn’s bed into Bucky’s room so the family could be together again, with the occasional visit from Ari and Peter.
Quinn was huddled at the bottom of Bucky’s bed, wires tangling the thousands of blankets that they both required to stay warm while they watched cartoons.
“Are you nervous about getting the arm put on later?” Bucky asked.
She shook her head, “The only thing I’m nervous about is surviving the whole day without eating before surgery.”
Steve’s laugh shook Bucky’s shoulder, “It’s only a few hours Quinn.”
“I literally have both of your stupid soldier metabolisms combined.”
“Did you mean super soldier?”
“I said what I said.”
Peter and Shuri entered the room, “It is Wednesday, my dudes, AGuuAHHHHHHHHHH,” They screamed in sync.
“Oh God, now there’s four of them,” Bucky groaned but the three teenagers just laughed.
“What’s in the case Pete?” Quinn asked.
Peter looked confused for a second, “Oh, it’s your new arm! We wanted to show it to you!”
“Okay, I’m down,” She replied, nervous as hell.
The case was put down on the table in front of the oversized hospital bed and clicked open by Shuri. It was red and a grey-ish black, and unlike Bucky’s smooth surfaced arm, it had multiple layers of metal parts, but that didn’t affect how badass it looked.
“Wrroww” Quinn said, almost automatically.
Bucky nodded in agreement, “Is it as durable as mine?”
“Probably even more so, do you even know who I am,” Shuri scoffed, “It’s actually time for you to go in with me, Quinn.”
She hopped down from the bed, blanket still around her head, “Let’s get this bread fellas.”
“We’ll all be here when you wake up,” Steve said, giving his daughter a reassuring smile.
~
Shuri did amazing during Quinn’s surgery, obviously and was now repeating a million facts that Quinn would probably never remember but kept nodding along as her new friend was talking a mile a minute.
“You shouldn't need much recovery time, but it may be weird for the first couple days. Try not to rip too many doors off their hinges Q,” Shuri said as they walked down the hallway to the giant home theatre of T’Challa’s castle.
“I make no promises because I did that without having a super bionic arm so,” Quinn shrugged and winced at the tug of the metal now attached to her left shoulder.
When they entered the room, pretty much every Avenger was in there. Tony and Bruce were in some deep conversation about some new upgrades to the team’s suits with Peter, who was ironically in a Captain America onesie. Steve and Bucky took up an entire couch themselves, with Bucky’s head on Steve’s lap. Scott was on the ground in front of the movie screen wrapped in about 4 blankets, and so on.
“I lived, bitches,” Quinn announced her and Shuri’s arrival.
Peter jumped up, spilling popcorn, “Oh YES! The arm looks so good dude!”
“Peter, are you wearing a onesie, with the design of my suit?”
“That’s, I mean, yeah,” He stumbled over his words.
Quinn laughed, “It’s okay dad, I have the same one.”
Steve just groaned and rubbed the hand that wasn’t occupied with Bucky’s hair over his face. Peter was going to defend himself when Sam let out a very high pitched scream, which he will deny till his death.
“What the hell Sam?” Tony asked.
Suddenly red hair popped out from behind Sam, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost. “I brought you a jar of peanut butter and double stuffed Oreos Q,” Ari grinned.
“That little demon dropped down from the freakin’ vents! One of these days someone is going to shoot you,” Sam said, dropping down on one of the recliners.
Ari just shrugged, “It’s faster.”
“That’s my girl,” Clint signed and Sam rolled his eyes.
“Pizza, carry me,” Quinn held out her arms to Peter.
Peter sighed but scooped her up anyways, setting her down on the couch where the trio was sitting. “Will either of you ever call me by my actual name?” He asked.
“Only when you’re in trouble, Pimple,” Ari smiled.
“Get down here, Paprika, I’ll play with your hair,” Quinn offered, which resulted in him laying across the two girls.
Tony stood up from his recliner, looking a little like a 12 year old with his Hulk slippers, “I just want to say, as the team leader-”
“Ahem,”
“Capsicle, be quiet,” Tony said, “Anyways, I’m really glad none of us died, even though our children- Yes that includes you Thor, tend to be extremely reckless. But, I guess that just means the emo trio will have to train with us more.”
The look on the three teenagers faces was priceless, and you best believe Bucky and Natasha took pictures.
“YOU’RE LETTING US JOIN THE AVENGERS?!” Ari and Quinn screamed at the same time.
“We really don’t have a choice at this point,” Steve shrugged.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you, Tony?” Quinn grinned.
“No.”
“Oh, well it be like that.”
“On that note, let us binge watch Harry Potter. Team bonding is important,” Tony said and slipped back into his recliner blanket cave.
The family might be a little dysfunctional. They may have gained even more dysfunctional members. Plus, there’s that pesky little gloom of Thanos’ return but, this was their perfect and it would be okay for a little while as long as they have each other.