You stood on the other side of the glass. Watching. Thoughts of hope and negativity flooding your mind.

Joaquin had been shot down mid-air when fighting with Sam, a.k.a Captain America, against jets. He was quickly put into surgery, but was in critical condition. But you knew deep down, he’d overcome it.

Sam was standing next to you as you both looked in silence, staring as the surgeons and assistants carefully, but as quick as they could, tried their best to fix him up.