Well, that is the life of a superhero. Part of the journey is the end. For you, it ended today, with a shot through your heart. It wasn’t even supposed to be a dangerous mission, but you got surprised. You always thought your exceptional fighting skills would keep you safe, but you didn’t have any powers. Especially not ones that would prevent such a death. Before you knew it, your body crashed to the ground while darkness wrapped its hand around you, pulling you in…

And then, you woke up. Feeling confused, yet strangely rejuvenated. Your eyes flickered open, a gasp escaping your lips. Your brain tried to process the things your eyes were seeing, but none of it made sense. Bucky was here. Natasha as well. And Steve. Bucky was punching the shit out of one of the mafia bosses that had attacked you just minutes ago - wait.

Your hand reached to your chest, searching the open wound, the blood, the pain… but there was nothing. You slowly sat up. “What the hell…” Natasha’s voice caused your head to snap up, her eyes wide. Her shocked face turned into huge grin. “Barnes… you should look at that.” She said, turning her head over her shoulder. Bucky just landed a kick that catapulted the man he was fighting with a few feet away, before he spun around. The rage in his eyes vanished when his gaze met yours, his jaw dropping. “What…?” He asked, taking a few hesitant steps towards you.

Steve, who punched the last attacker so hard that he lost consciousness, finally turned around too. He seemed to understand what was happening quicker than the others, a chuckle leaving his lips. “No powers, huh?” He asked, heavily breathing.

And now you finally understood as well. What a strange way to find out that you’re immortal.