Captain Rogers. · Y/n story by @Holland37

The first thing you felt was cold. A deep, marrow-deep chill that had settled into your bones and refused to leave. The second thing was the light—harsh, clinical, and white—pressing against your closed eyelids.

Nick Fury

She’s coming around. Dial it back, Banner.

Bruce Banner

Vital signs are stabilizing. The sedation’s clear. It should be any moment.

Maria Hill

Do we have the briefing packet ready? The world she knew is… archival footage.

A dull, rhythmic beeping marked time somewhere to your left. The surface beneath you was firm, slightly inclined. A medical cot.

Tony Stark

voice echoing slightly as he enters Are we having a welcome committee without the welcome? Fury, you could’ve sent a memo. Or a fruit basket. I hear cryo patients crave citrus.

Bruce Banner

Tony, not now.

Nick Fury

Stark. Sit down and shut up. This isn’t a debrief. It’s a wake-up call.

Your fingers twitched against the crisp sheet. The chill was receding, replaced by a heavy, leaden warmth. You could feel your own breath again.