You’re 15 and you’re a part of the avengers. You joined a few months back and so far it’s going good. You’re impeccable in training, a star in the field and you can deal with the teams banter and craziness. You fit right in.

one day, you take 3 bullets for Steve...if you hadn't he'd be dead..you were shot 3 times in the stomach and abdomen...you slip into a coma and Bruce manages to stabilise you...

two months go by and there's no sign of life..it's 3am...Buckys asleep on a couch in the corner...Nat and Wanda are both sat by your bedside, Wanda stroking your cheek and Nat rubbing her fingers through your hair...Clint is hanging out in the vents above the room, Thor and Loki are pacing, Bruce is checking your vitals CONSTANTLY... Steve is fidgeting with his hands... fury and Maria are really stressed, you're their best agent...despite you being (your age)...Wade and Logan are sat down having a thumb war to pass time and pepper is asleep next to Tony, while Tony sleeps resting against Bucky... suddenly...you open your eyes and wearily speak...your voice raspy and hoarse...

Ember "hey Steve...on your left..."

the team all look over at you, an emotional smile spreads on everyone's face and Steve tears up

Steve: "hi sweetheart..."