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Whumptober Prompt #12 “Don’t Move”

@winedark-whump and anyone else who wants to know- I give you the death of a Soldier.

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“Don’t move.”

Fayelin struggled to consciousness, two words echoing in her mind.  It was a familiar voice but she just couldn’t place it.  She got her lead eyelids to open, and over one eye, she saw red.  That… wasn’t the right color.  The other eye saw a night sky, stars, and two shadowy figures running to her.

“Oh my god, Arrow!”  One high voice.

“Glitter, what do we do?”  One low voice.  “Oh god, there’s so much blood.”

“Don’t move.”

She frowned.  The voice in her head didn’t match the figures, one sparkling in the light, the other more of dull shine.  Neither was the warm, deep voice tinged with fear in her head.

“Okay, we gotta move… him off of her.”  The high voice said, taking charge.  “We gotta see if she’s injured beyond the lacerations on her face.”

Him?  What him were they referring to?  She couldn’t remember knowing any him.

Suddenly a large weight was lifted off her chest.  She could breathe easier.  Memory flowed a little more.

“Don’t move, my love.  It’ll be okay.”

“Oh god!”  The high voice shrieked.  Wait… that was Glitter, wasn’t it?  Glitter and Gold?  What were they doing there?

“Oh god, how did she survive?”  Gold asked.  That was definitely Gold.  She knew Gold’s low timber.

“I think… I think Soldier took most of the blow.”  Glitter said.  “His chest is… I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Be strong, Gold.”  Glitter said, barely holding herself together.  “We’ve seen death before.  We need to focus on Arrow’s injuries.”

Who were they talking about?  What was going on?  All she could hear was a ringing in her ears and their voices, all she could see was the sky and red on her left side.  What was she missing?

“Is she- is she awake?”  Gold asked, their voice choking on some emotion.  “I think her eyes are open.”

“I can’t tell.”  Glitter said solidly.  “We need to focus, sibling.  We have to get Arrow back to Caina, she needs medical assistance.”

“Right.”  Gold said, steeling their voice.  “We need to get her out of the rubble.  Her face and chest were protected, for the most part, so we gotta unbury the rest of them.”

“Right, sibling.”  Glitter said.

She could feel them shifting rubble off of her and whatever was once on her chest.  She gathered her strength.

“Rise up, ting, ting, like glitter and gold.”  She murmured, finally being able to focus her eyes on her friends.

“Yeah, yeah, Arrow, that’s us, Glitter and Gold.”  Glitter managed a shaky smile.  “Your friends.”

“I got fire in m’ soul.”  She replied.

“Fire?”  Gold questioned.  “Are you burned?”

“Sibling, I don’t think she’s coherent.”  Glitter said.  “Isn’t that one of those classical songs Soldier listens to?”

“I think so.”  Gold whispered.  “The one with the fake gifted?”

Glitter nodded.  “Arrow, what hurts?”

“Do you walk in the shadow?”  She answered.

“Walk, walk, you can’t move your legs?”  Glitter surmised.

“In the dark, dark.”  She said.

“Okay, I think that means she doesn’t know.”  Glitter said.  “Okay so we’ve got an uncertain leg injury, and a definite severe head injury.  She’s probably lost a lot of blood too.  Gold, we’ve got to get this rubble off of her completely.  She might bleed out before we get her to Caina otherwise.”

Gold nodded and together, the twins cleared her from her whatever she was trapped under.  They slid their hands under her.

“Don’t move.” 

She finally placed the voice.

“No!”  She shouted, as they started to lift her.

“Arrow?”  Glitter asked, her blonde hair falling into her face.

“He told me not to move.”  She said, knowing they would understand.  “He ordered me not to move.”

Killian threw her down and pinned her to the ground.  Explosions rocketed around her, and she caught a piece of rubble to the face, crying out in pain.

“Hush, Arrow.”  Killian snapped.  “Don’t let them know you’re in pain.”

“Yes, sir.”  She replied, holding back her tears.

Killian’s eyes softened.  “You’ll be okay.  It’s just pain.”

“It’s just pain.”  She repeated.  “Pain is a call.  Do not answer.”

“Good girl.”  Killian smiled.

“Heroes!”  A shout sing-songed from behind them, the explosions still going strong.  “Come out to play.”

“We need back-up.”  Killian hissed in her ear.  “Can you get to your sig?”

She struggled with her quiver, trying to reach her signalling device.

“I can’t reach it.”  She said, trying to control her fear.  The tests she took in Caina were nothing like this.  Her powers were going haywire, unable to focus on anything, and she was sure Killian was having trouble too.  He was usually never so curt with her.

“Try harder!”  Killian shouted, scaring her.  “We need that signal, we walked directly into an ambush.”

“I know!”  She cried, a few tears slipping down her cheek., trying to get a finger around her signal.

“Dammit, Arrow, we need back-up now, I can’t protect us forever.”  Killian shouted.  And she could tell he was scared.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”  She shouted.

She finally wrapped her hand around her signaling device.  She brought it to Killians lips.

“This is Soldier, we’re pinned down on Fifth Street, we need immediate back-up.”  Killian screamed.  “Repeat, this is Soldier we need back-up!”

A loud rumbling sound shook the ground.

Fayelin meet Killian’s eyes, matching the fear in him.

“Don’t move, my love.  It’ll be okay.”  Killian whispered.  “I’ll protect you.  I’ve always protected you.”

“Soldier.”  Her voice broke.

“Don’t be afraid.”  Killian said, a tired smile on his lips.  “Don’t move.”

A loud boom.

White.

Black.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”  Fayelin shrieked.  “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move.”

“Arrow, please, you’re bleeding, you’re hurt!”

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move!”  She screamed, unable to think anything besides her last given order.

“Stop struggling, Arrow!  You’re gonna hurt yourself more!”  Gold shouted.

“Gold, she’s beyond reason.  Her mind is unable to process her surroundings, I’m calling a medical override.  I outrank her now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Four hands grabbed her and lifted her into the air.

She screamed.

Whumptober day 12 - "Don’t Move”

My twelfth fill for @whumptober2019, also available on Ao3.

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When awareness returned, Bucky's face was the first thing he saw.

"Hey doll." He was smiling, but Tony knew him well enough to know that something was wrong. "Good to have you back with us."

How had he gotten here?

Vaguely, Tony remembered an alien ship. It'd had weapons, hadn't it?

"Did we win?" he asked, trying to see past Bucky.

"Don't move, doll. Don't worry - we won." And while he was telling the truth, Tony knew there was more to it. He could see the strain on Bucky's face, and the way he was paler than usual.

"What happened?"

"You know there was an alien attack, right?" Tony managed a tiny nod, but it was enough. "They had some kind of advanced weaponry we couldn't get past at first, but you took it out. Unfortunately, they decided that made you the primary threat, so they... shot at you. Fortunately, with the weaponry disabled, we managed to finish things up."

As he was awake longer, Tony was starting to become more and more aware. And while he knew there was more that Bucky wasn't telling him, he was starting to think that might be for the better.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know why he couldn't feel most of his body, or why he had the faintest inkling that that might be for the better.

Just as he was trying to scour his mind for a lighthearted subject, Clint's face appeared beside Bucky's. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." His grin appeared only slightly more believable than Bucky's. Tony appreciated the attempt. "Lemme tell you, no amount of sleep will make that face any prettier."

"Can't improve perfection," he volleyed back, noticing the way his quick reply lightened both of their expressions ever-so-slightly.

It was hard to miss that something was wrong though. Despite not feeling pain, he didn't feel quite right. It was a disconcerting, uncomfortable cold that went bone-deep and that made him want to try and move, to get away from it somehow. But he trusted Bucky, trusted that not moving was probably the best idea at the moment.

"Everyone else okay?" he asked instead. Aside from tired, worried, and a little bruised, both Bucky and Clint seemed fine, but he hadn't seen the others.

"Just fine," Bucky assured him immediately. He didn't appear to be lying.

Beside him, Clint nodded. "Nat is working with Pepper on easing everyone's minds, and Steve got Sam and JARVIS to help deal with clean-up efforts. Thor is doing double duty wrangling Hulk and supplying whatever he knows about those aliens. They have collectively whined about how much work this all is and how they never realized how much you usually do, so feel free to gloat about that later."

Tony managed a grin. "Does that mean you're stuck doing SHIELD debrief?"

A small huff of laughter escaped him at seeing the hilariously horrified look on Clint's face. "Awww, debrief, no," he whined. Then, he smiled hopefully. "Maybe I can still switch with Thor!"

"Good luck on that," Bucky went along with the joke, though it was clear his heart wasn't in it. "I'll admit, having Thor debrief Fury could be funny, though I'm not sure I want to know what kind of backstory you'd come up with for the aliens."

"I'd make up something appropriately epic, of course," he tried to claim. Tony felt his own eyebrow raise critically at the same time he saw Bucky's skeptical look. "I would!"

"A race trying to take over the world because they want to steal our coffee isn't epic." It wasn't his best quip, but Tony thought he could be forgiven, considering it seemed rather more difficult to think clearly than it should be.

Fortunately, Clint seemed to agree, chuckling. "Chocolate, then?" he tried.

"I mean, if I were an alien race..." Bucky trailed off with a faint grin.

"Just because you are a chocolate addict, doesn't mean everyone is," Tony joked affectionately. Whenever Bucky was having a bad day, all he had to do was bring the soldier some chocolate to make him smile again.

The reminder of it made him smile, though it felt oddly exhausting. Everything did, if he was being honest. Which, to be fair, didn't really surprise him.

Not when he'd just recalled the size of the approaching spears that had been the last thing he'd seen.

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vows / restraints / don't move (see the chains around my feet)

Ed shuffled her feet nervously, vowing to listen to Jet in the future when he said not to take things into her own hands.

The chains around her feet were an effective restraint, much like the manacles that held her arms bound just above her head. As someone who had never so much as enjoyed trapping her toes inside shoes, this was torturous in and of itself. She was like a bird in a cage, except there was a gag around her mouth so she couldn't even sing.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and felt a rush of relief as she saw Faye-Faye stir where she'd been similarly trussed up.

When the other woman had failed to check in, Ed had gotten worried. She'd been back on the Bebop for only a week or two now and things there were still getting back to what she was used to before. Jet hobbled about the ship attending to the endless repairs needed to get it space worthy again while Spike remained incapacitated on the couch. That meant it was up to Ed to be the backup Faye clearly needed against this bounty head. She'd left Ein watching over Spike and had made off with the Swordfish II before Jet could realize she was up to something. He'd been convinced that Faye was fine and just being her usual unreliable self. Had forbidden Ed from going after her.

But Ed had known something was wrong. She'd come back to the Bebop originally because she had realized, after scouring the Earth for weeks looking for her father, that she preferred being someplace where people had your back. Where someone remembered to set out a plate for you for dinner. Where they looked after one another. And that meant she couldn't simply sit and wait for Faye to save herself - she had to act!

Getting caught by the extortioner hadn't been part of her plan though. The chains were cold and heavy against her ankles and the manacles were digging into the sensitive skin of her wrists. She had tried and tried to pull her hands through the metal circles but had only succeeded in making her forearms slick with blood leaking from the abrasions. Escaping handcuffs was more difficult than the videos she'd watched had led her to believe.

"Don't move." Faye's voice rang out clearly. She'd obviously woken all the way up and had realized they were alone in the damp basement of the abandoned house. The gag that had been around her mouth had been worked down until it was under her chin.

"Ed can almost break free!" She insisted, wincing as she tried to contort her hands again. Her gag had ensured that her words were muffled probably beyond understanding but Faye was smart and could see what Ed was up to.

The other woman sighed. "Ed. You're hurting yourself. Hold still, would you? Let me just..." There was an odd sound and then Faye's arms dropped down from the cuffs they'd been locked in. "Give me a minute to get these chains off my feet and then I'll come get you loose."

Ed felt a rush of pride at her companion's abilities and relief that she could stop straining her arms in her attempt to break free. It wasn't even embarrassing to have to be saved, not when she was learning something from her mistakes!

Once Faye had gotten the chains off and moved over to Ed, lowering her gag first, she set to make quick work of the restraints.

"Faye-Faye, you've saved the day! Ed came to rescue you! Will you teach Ed how to bust free? Videos didn't help! Please, please?"

Faye bared her teeth at Ed in a fierce grin. "You bet I will, Ed." The older woman vowed. "There's no way I want you stuck in a situation like this on your own, unable to do anything for yourself except scar up your arms. Now, will you stay down here while I go check if the upstairs is clear or should I assume you're gonna be right on my heels?"

"Ed wants to help! This guy had cuffs that fit my tiny wrists - that means he's held kids hostage before as blackmail. Ed is not about to let him roam free!"

Faye sighed. "Well, okay then but you need to stay out of my way, all right? Stay behind me and cover my back. Let me handle all the hard hitting." She glanced around at the space they were in. "C'mon, I'm gonna kick out those pipes over there. We need some weapons and I think those will do just fine..."