reunion - marta/aaron

not-justascienceproject:

It’d been a long time since he felt comfortable to run, hiding in the darkest of places just to make sure that they didn’t find him. Aaron had been lucky, They hadn’t found him yet, but it was the CIA. They’d most likely have people watching him as he went along. It seemed that Marta had moved on, changed her name, forgotten about him like he had asked. It hurt, he wouldn’t admit that it hadn’t hurt, because it had slowly broke apart at his being from when he woke, till he slept, but in the end, That was all he had wanted, in the end. It was just for her to be safe. He had come across the speeches, the ones that Byer had given him about killing if he saw. He’d broke orders once, so why not again?

It was a risk, even being so close to land, but it was worth something, just being able to see her again. Aaron moved quietly through the New York crowd, his mind focused completely on the task. People watched, people made eye contact and Aaron shifted, his head darting from face to face. What he’d heard, was that Marta had been working with Bruce, a man who had helped him one too many times, and here he was, standing out side of the building Bruce had directed him to. Was he ready? Was he really ready to see her? Aaron wasn’t particularly sure. He just knew he had to do it. Flashing the fake pass Bruce had given him, Aaron made his way up the stairs and towards the room where Marta would most probably be.

It was so clinical, just like how it was with the program, but when the door clicked open. He turned, eyes opening slightly

Despite her best efforts, Marta never really forgot about him. How couldyou forget about someone that you had ran with, who saved your life countless times? She asked herself that question far too many times to count and even then she still failed to produce an answer.

But she had tried, tried and eventually succeeded in moving on with her life, getting a new job in a new city. Working with Bruce was not dissimilar to her old working conditions; many sleepless nights were spent in the lab as Marta tinkered around with bits and pieces of equipment that were vital to their ever-changing research. Many more sleepless nights were spent with her laying in bed with a racing mind. At times she had caught herself missing waking up next to Aaron, missing the feeling of comfort and protection that he had brought her.

The gentle sound of the opening doors snapped Marta away from her reverie. “Just put them on the table to the left,” her voice was soft, almost motherly as she didn’t bother to turn her head. After all, she had been expecting equipment for several days now.

Unexpected { Aaron & Steph }

the-bournelegacy:

youvehadalterations:

Something was wrong. Steph couldn’t put her finger on it but she had this constant, nagging feeling in her gut. At first she had thought it was just a fleeting thing, something she was imagining. But still the feeling wouldn’t leave. No, something was definitely wrong. 

Almost frantically she began to think back, trying to figure out what might have triggered such a response. Nothing struck her as odd; she hadn’t come into contact with anything, she wasn’t running a fever so it couldn’t be the flu. The doctor let out an exasperated sigh, moments before it hit her. 

It was an option she hadn’t considered, didn’t want to consider. Not since the incident with Byer. I should have seen the signs sooner! For now, Steph was thankful that she was in a place with actual medical facilities. Just a bit of blood and this would all be cleared up.

No. No! This was all wrong!

She had to find Aaron.

Aaron was resting in SHIELD’s lock in room, his hands resting over the scars that sat upon his stomach after the surgery. It had been rough, but to make sure it was out of his system - It had to be done, He didn’t mind though. It meant more time for him to rest up properly

Lucky enough, Aarons room was right next to where Stephanie was working, meaning he could keep an eye on his partner, and make sure that no-one tried hurting her. She wasn’t to leave his sight and that was that. Aaron raised an eyebrow at the sight of her frantically moving

Aaron climbed up from the bed and moved towards Stephanie’s room. His hands moved to wrap around her “Hey, Hey calm down.” He responded softly, his fingers brushing over her back. She seemed to calm down, and that was what pleased him. “Steph?” He asked quietly

“What’s wrong?”

His hands tightened around her “Are you ok?”

She inhaled shakily, forcing herself to try and breathe normally but still he shoulders quivered slightly. No, she wanted to scream out, to cry but no, she had to be strong, composed even. The last thing Steph wanted was to set him on edge before she even broke the news.

At last her eyes moved to glance at him, her own face was a myriad of emotions and none of them were particularly good. She gave a slow shake of her head; she wasn’t okay, none of this was okay.

“Aaron, we’ve got a problem. I have to show you something.” Her eyes glanced around as she pulled out a slip of folded paper and began speaking in a hushed tone, trying to remain professional about the whole ordeal. Steph pointed out the one thing in particular that had her in a frenzy. “See these numbers? They’re higher than average. There’s only one thing that can really cause these to spike.” Her eyes darted back to his, it was an almost fearful glance, yet hopeful that he would understand what she was getting at.

The last thing she wanted was to utter that dreadful word.

Unexpected { Aaron & Steph }

Something was wrong. Steph couldn’t put her finger on it but she had this constant, nagging feeling in her gut. At first she had thought it was just a fleeting thing, something she was imagining. But still the feeling wouldn’t leave. No, something was definitely wrong. 

Almost frantically she began to think back, trying to figure out what might have triggered such a response. Nothing struck her as odd; she hadn’t come into contact with anything, she wasn’t running a fever so it couldn’t be the flu. The doctor let out an exasperated sigh, moments before it hit her. 

It was an option she hadn’t considered, didn’t want to consider. Not since the incident with Byer. I should have seen the signs sooner! For now, Steph was thankful that she was in a place with actual medical facilities. Just a bit of blood and this would all be cleared up.

No. No! This was all wrong!

She had to find Aaron.

the-bournelegacy:

OOC; I do believe I’ve lost my muse for aaron. Give me a few days to a week. I should be back in Action :)

{ Ooc: I totally understand that feel… xD; }

[O]ver my head - Aaron/Steph/Natasha

the-bournelegacy:

sanguinenatasha:

Natasha spun around when she heard the equipment crashing onto the floor, combined with Aaron’s yelling. Steph was raped??? she thought. She never said anything, she never acted odd… Why didn’t she say anything to me about it? Natasha slowly grabbed a syringe filled with Ativan, ready to use it on him if he got carried away.

She kept her eyes on Aaron. If he tried hurting Steph, she would knock him out and restrain him. When he turned and yelled at her, she couldn’t even yell. “I had no idea, Aaron. I wasn’t told anything… I didn’t even know that Byer caught her before I got there.”

He shook his head and gripped the side of it. It hurt, it was pounding more than it should’ve. He grabbed the side of the bed heavily and shook his head “He did. He fucki-” His speech was cut off by a sharp intake of breath, fingers tightening into the sheets. “Damn it. I need to go hospital.” He muttered quietly “Fuck CIA, I need to go Hospital to get this sorted.”

He turned around and raised a hand to the side of his head “You are taking some kind of test. I will personally make it my fucking job to kill him if you’re.. ” He turned his head slightly and glanced down to her stomach “And.. And I Can give myself in afterwards” He muttered with a slight sigh before resting his hand over his mouth “Sick again.”

Her brows furrowed as worry was written all over her face. “Natasha, can you get one of the cars prepped? Take some epi, atropine and the ativan too.” Just in case. Steph rushed to Aaron’s side again and gently grasped his free hand, offering him a small container for when he felt like he was going to be sick. It was no toilet but it was better than the thought of having to mop and sterilize later. “Aaron, we’ll deal with that later. We need to get you moving.” 

She knew it was wrong, to keep pushing the sorely needed talk away, but she had other priorities. Steph hoped that Natasha wouldn’t question why she was sending her to get the car ready instead of doing it herself but she felt that she needed a moment of privacy with Aaron. It was already awkward now that the cat was out of the bag.

“It was either you or me.” The words came out in a hushed tone, one that was full of pain and shame.

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[O]ver my head - Aaron/Steph/Natasha

the-bournelegacy:

sanguinenatasha:

He… he remembers Budapest? Natasha thought. “I’m going to find out what it does, Steph. Just hold on, Aaron.” She turned around and opened the laptop behind her. Hacking into the CIA database would send a red flag, and even though she could reroute the IP address and everything, it wouldn’t help for long. Natasha started typing and she found Byer’s laptop. “Maybe there will be something on there about it.” It was the only place she could hack into so that she could find out about the serum.

She started glancing through his emails when she saw one with a simple, one-word subject: serum. Natasha clicked on it and quickly started reading about it. Gives the subject the feeling that they are dying, slowly but surely erases all memory… Only way to keep the serum from taking its course is to get the antidote. The antidote has been able to restore memories, but only to a certain extent. Natasha looked back at Steph, hiding the tears that were starting to build up in her eyes. “Steph… it says that it will slowly but surely erase all of his memories…”

The pain was going, it was slowly going and Aaron felt much better. He could hear them speaking, the serum would wipe his brain. Manipulative little shit. He thought, his hands moving to clench at the side lightly. The injection site was itching, burning, tingling. He wasn’t too sure what it was doing, but whatever it was – It was causing him to wake up, and as soon as he did. He groaned heavily, his hand lashing out to grab at something beside him. He knocked the equipment off of the table and growled

“He raped you. Didn’t he?” The sweat was dripping off of his face, his whole body shaking “Do not lie to me, What the hell did Byer do to you? You’ll tell me straight and tell me now.” His shaking hands gripped at her shoulders before suddenly, he dropped again. His hands grabbing at the guerny that he was just on. Fuck. This wasn’t doing him any better than need be, but he wanted to ask. He needed to question, because if anyone had touched her, He’d make it his out right duty to kill them

“And you” He shouted as he span around to face Natasha “Did you know?”

She had let out a shaky sigh, so close to breaking down. No, she chided herself. No. Don’t go to Byer. Don’t even think about it Steph… You can figure this out. There’s got to be another way! Step wasn’t even sure if she could believe herself anymore.

The doctor jumped as she heard the equipment crashing to floor, a light shriek was coupled with her movement. She whirled about to face Aaron, her eyes taking in his form. It had seemed that in just a few minutes everything had gone down hill. Not good, not good, not good!

Steph cowered as she felt Aaron’s hands clamp down on her shoulders, his words registering painfully in her ears. There was no way, no way he could’ve found out. She hadn’t told anyone, especially not him. Her breath hitched in her throat and tears threatened to well up in her eyes.

“Aaron…” She stammered out, turning her head to try and hide the tears. “Please don’t…”

[O]ver my head - Aaron/Steph/Natasha

the-bournelegacy:

sanguinenatasha:

Natasha wanted to tell Aaron that she loved him too, but she already knew that if he made it out of this, he’d be with Steph… not her. “Save it for when you make it out of this, Aaron. Then we’ll talk.” She flashed him a smile, hoping that it would help him in some way, at least emotionally and mentally.

Natasha went over to the glass cabinet and grabbed the atropine along with a new syringe and set them on the table. Then she grabbed the AED and brought it over as well. “Is he stable for now?” she asked as she pulled a chair up next to the table and put her hand on his shoulder.

Dozing off seemed the best in the situation, He could ignore all the tension between the others and managed to see if sleeping it off would work “Hey, remember Budapest?” He spoke with a small smirk, before slipping off into a heavy sleep. The pain subsiding enough for him to fall deep enough.

Is he stable for now? Aaron knew he wasn’t. it was like it was eating him from the inside out. He didn’t want to wake up and not remember anything, because that’s what it was supposed to do right? Clear his memory. He felt his body shift and curl up, the knees in the chest stopping the pain that had seemed to hit.

Steph let out a soft sigh and gave a shrug. “We can’t do much more for him… I don’t know what the serum is doing to him, I’ve only heard bits and pieces about what it does…”

She grabbed a chair and pulled it next to the bed, motioning for Natasha to sit as she circled around once more. He wasn’t shocky, at least not anymore so she sat the head of the bed up a bit, hoping it would provide some small comfort. The corners of her lips twisted up into a small, sad smile at the mention of Budapest and she could feel tears threatening to form in her eyes. Steph fought them back as she glanced at Natasha, “I guess we just wait…”

She felt so weak and useless now.

[O]ver my head - Aaron/Steph/Natasha

the-bournelegacy:

sanguinenatasha:

Natasha let go of Aaron’s hand and ran downstairs into the tech room. “This will work. It’s not an LED,” she said as she grabbed a small flashlight. Then she ran back upstairs and darted back into the medical room. “Here,” she handed Steph the flashlight.

Natasha then turned around and opened one of the drawers, grabbing the adrenaline and setting it onto the table. She gently grabbed Aaron’s hand again, her way of assuring him that he would be okay.

“What else do you need me to do?”

Aaron’s eyes had fully closed. His mind seemed to be drifting off else where. His thoughts becoming completely different. His hands twitched lightly. Feeling his shirt rip, He allowed a small smile to pass his lips “Always knew you’d get me back for ripping yours.”

He opened his eyes, but they still remained heavy lidded. His hands moving to rest across his side. Feeling Natasha’s hand in his, He smiled slightly “Thank you for looking after me.” He muttered

“Honestly, if I don’t make it, I love both of you”

Steph allowed herself a hushed laugh. She was surprised that he still remembered that. Her eyes darted back to the monitor, his sat level and rhythm was average, so why was he dwindling?

She grabbed the pen light and gave it a quick test, making sure the light was bright enough. The doctor lead over the bed, patting Aaron’s cheeks to get his attention. “Hey. Hey. Look at me. If you go under  you’re going to end up with a rather large needle stuck in you and I hear it’s not comfortable.” She quickly flashed the light over his eyes. They were more or less normal, but the reaction was a tad slower than she would have liked.

The doctor let out a frustrated huff of air. Whatever this.. serum was doing, she wasn’t sure if she could stop it. Honestly, it scared her. Steph let her hand rest gently on Aaron’s arm.

“We aren’t gonna let you kick the bucket. Not yet. Natasha, grab atropine and the AED.” It never hurt to be safe. “You pull through this and I promise I’ll tell you,” she whispered before straightening. “Besides, you can’t. We haven’t gone to the tropics yet,” she flashed him a small smile as she ran an IV. The least they could do was pump him full of fluids and give him company because she didn’t even know what was going to happen.

[O]ver my head - Aaron/Steph/Natasha

the-bournelegacy:

sanguinenatasha:

Natasha hurried and flushed the toilet. She couldn’t let Steph know that blood came out as well. “Aaron, don’t you even think that. You are not dying… and I promise not to say anything to her.” She whispered.

Natasha knelt down and pulled him up to a standing position, wrapping his arm around her and hers around his torso and using her free hand to hold onto his. You’re gonna be okay!” She started walking as quickly as she could, taking him through the hallway and across the living area and into the medical room.

She sat him down on the bed gently, trying to not hurt him anymore. “Steph, what else do you need?”

Settling down on the bed stopped the immediate pain in his stomach. It made Aaron feel a lot better than what he could’ve right now “You still didn’t tell me what Byer did, Steph. He..” He coughed, more liquid filling his mouth

“He said.. He said he found you and.. did things that..” Tears pricked at the corner of the males eyes, tears which hadn’t been seen in a while.

He reached out rather abruptly and grabbed Natasha’s hand. A light squeeze of it signified something. He had faith, and she knew he did. Rolling his head to the side, Aaron focused on the spot where the wall was covered in equipment. His eyes starting to close, they opened almost as instantly as they did close “I’m tired..”

“I need a light. Any flashlight will do. Just make sure it’s small and not a LED.” She paused glancing back at Aaron, “and adrenaline too.” This was much worse than she had originally thought. Right now her main concern was stabilizing the man.

“Now’s not the time for that, Aaron. C’mon, stick with me. Focus, stay awake!” Steph spoke as she circled around the bed, making sure everything was flat. She grabbed one of the monitors and quickly wheeled it over, her hands moving at high speed to attach the leads to the stickers. There was a gentle beep of the machine turning on as Steph grabbed a pair of shears. She wasn’t fond of having to cut to remove clothing but right now she didn’t see many options. “I hope you aren’t fond of this shirt,” she murmured as she easily cut the fabric up the middle.

Next came the leads and just as quick as she had cut the shirt she had placed the stickers on his body, one on each limb and six on his chest. Almost immediately the machine began to monitor his heart. But she didn’t stop to look and was already moving to throw a pulseox on his finger.

The doctor studied the readings intently, waiting for Natasha to return with the supplies.