Wrong Number

TW: torture

*A few weeks later*

There's a bang, the sound echoing through the stone room. I look up, struggling to see through the blood that drips in. I watch as the bang rings again, the door jolting slightly.

The door is knocked off its hinges on the 3rd try. I cower in the corner, my cuffs digging into my wrists. A man in all black stands by the exit, gaze sweeping the room till his eyes find me. His eyes widen slightly, "... Kid?"

I couldn't see him very well, because my eyes wouldn't quite focus.

I hear him swear, "I got her... It's hard to tell... She's breathing. That's what matters..." He talks to someone through his earpiece.

"Come here, kid" Bucky crouches down, lifting my upper body up to move his metal arm behind my shoulder blades. He moves his other arm behind my knees, straightening up almost effortlessly. My body lays limp in his arms, head tilted back. He walks out of the door and down the hall. "Someone might need to cover me. Steve?" He asks into his earpiece.

"On it." Replies Cap.

Bucky hurries to the exit, trying to avoid the guards. Bucky breaks into a jog, trying not to jostle me too much. I whimper softly, my body flaring in pain. Bucky stops; the guards closing in. Bucky curls on the floor, shielding me from them and their guns.

Just as the guards ready their guns to shoot, there is a sound of loud rain on metal. Bucky raises his head when the sound stops, eyebrows furrowed.

Right in front of them, was Steve, curled on the floor, holding his shield up to protect them. Steve turns his head, locking eyes with Bucky. He smiled softly, and Bucky smiled back.

***

Thor throws his hammer, Mjollnir hitting them on their heads like a pinball game.

Loki lets out a burst of green magic, his silver daggers glinting in his hands. He does a little hair flip with a sly smirk on his lips, enjoying the way he can knock those silly mortals on their rears.

Wanda creates a red platform for Nat in the air. Nat jumps onto it, doing a flip off of it, knocking a guard to the ground. Nat and Wanda continue to fight side by side.

Pietro zooms around, scribbling on guards faces with black permanent marker. He laughs evilly, stopping at the end of the hall, capping his marker.

 The guards all share confused looks, before Clint shoots a net at them. It covers them, so they stumble against each other. 

Tony lands, forcing them back with his blasters.

Sam swoops in, knocking the group down a set of stairs.

Tony lifts his mask, "Great teamwork, boys." He nods.

"What are we, five?" Pietro walks over.

"You sure act five." Clint grumbles.

"If you all are done bickering, we're in the Quinjet. Let's go before HYDRA sends backup." Says Steve through the earpieces.

***

Harper lay unconscious in a stretcher in the Quinjet, Bucky and Steve sitting next to her. Steve stands when the rest of the team enters.

When they see Harper, a mix of relief and horror is on all of their faces.

Wanda covers her mouth with her hands in shock, slowly walking over, "Oh... Oh, honey..." She gently brushes a price of Harper's hair away from her bloody face.

"How bad is it?" Sam asks Bruce.

"She's borderline malnourished," says Bruce, "She has a couple cracked ribs, but JARVIS didn't pick up on any other internal damage."

Thor stands next to Loki, both of them studying Harper's bruised body. "I can heal her." Says Loki, "To an extent, yes, but-"

"No- the last thing she needs is you around her." Tony glares at the Asgardian.

"Then if she dies of blood loss, that's on you." Loki says calmly.

The Quinjet's door shuts, and the engine revs, lifting of the ground. Clint steers the ship, sitting up at the front.

Tony looks at Loki:

Tony sighs, looking back at Harper. "If the first thing she sees when she wakes up is you-"

"I know." Says Loki softly.

"..." Tony nods, stepping back to let Loki to his magic. Literally.

Wanda moves to sit next to her twin, silent tears slipping down her face. Peitro wraps a comforting arm around Wanda, "She'll be ok," he promises her.

Sam clasps Tony's shoulder, "You should call Pepper, tell her we got her."

Tony nods, walking over to a seat and sitting down. He puts on his mask. "JARVIS, call Pepper."

"Of course, sir," JARVIS rings Pepper.

"Tony?" Asks Pepper, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Tony leans back, tilting his head up, "we found her. She's been though a lot, but she's alive."

Pepper let's out a sigh, "Are you on the way?"

"We should be there in a few hours. Or less." Tony assures her.

"... What should I tell Peter? Or Harley?" Pepper stresses.

"I'll talk to them, don't worry about it, ok?" Tony looks over at Harper. Loki stands next to her, holding her wrist. Pulses of green magic transfer from his hand to her body.

"Ok... Be safe. I miss you." Pepper says softly.

"You know I always am."  Tony smiles softly, "I love you."

Pepper scoffs softly at his first claim, knowing how reckless he can be, "I love you too," Pepper hangs up after saying goodbye.