Tropical Paradise
Author: ondragonflywing
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Agents of Sheild/MCU/The 100
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the respective fandoms.
Characters: Daisy/Steve, Raven/Bucky
Notes: This takes place in a world that mafia sort of inspired. Daisy and Steve are married. Raven ended up in the real world through an artifact. And she got through to Bucky. To put it in short form, lol.
Their next mission was in a place she’d never really heard much about before. It was one of the 50 states, sure. But it was also floating somewhere in the Pacific. An island. She’d never given it much thought. She’d sort of thought that maybe it would disappear before she ever got a chance to see it. But now she was going there, with Bucky and Daisy and Steve, to Hawaii.
When she’d first seen their hotel, on the beach, the flowers, she’d thought it was a tropical paradise. She remembers trying to drink it all in as she looked around. “I had no idea places this beautiful existed,” she had said with a smile. “We should stay, when this is over,” she said to Bucky with a grin, and a playful wink. He had smirked back and mumbled something about how he wasn’t sure they’d have time, before pulling her into their room.
It only took her one day to realize how annoying her brace was in the sand. Sand seemed hard enough for the rest of her team to maneuver. But for her it was a struggle. Not that she’d ever admit it out loud. But of course, he noticed.
“Are you sure you can do this, Raven? Maybe you should stay back at headquarters tonight?” he said to her, as they sat in bed, eating room service. She loved room service.
She scoffed. “Head quarters? You mean this room?” If they were on the bus, she might admit it was difficult, she might stay back and just be the voice in their ear. But they weren’t. If she hung back, she’d just sit here and order room service and watch television while the only people who meant anything to her risked their lives fighting Hydra. “I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head. “You break into a sweat just making it to the shoreline.” He pointed out.
Yes, for her, it was hard work to move around out there. She did break a sweat. But she refused to believe she’d be more helpful staying in this room, over going with them. “I’m not hanging back. I can help.”
He’d gotten mad, and she’d gotten more insistent because she knew she wasn’t useless like he was trying to make her out to be.
Before they separated to ambush the Hydra meeting, she had grabbed him and pulled him close for a kiss, a promise that everything would be okay, that they would all make it. That she cared for him, even if she couldn’t say it out loud when she was so frustrated with him. His kiss back said the same.
Things had gotten out of hand a lot faster than they had expected. And she’d been able to shoot one of her assailants, but she hadn’t been able to run. She couldn’t really run on flat, dry, land, let alone wet sand. She remembered trying to hold her breath as he held her under the current. But she couldn’t hold it long enough. She remembered the burn of salt water entering her lungs, the way her body had tried to push it out, just letting more in. She had struggled. And then it had gone black.
When she felt consciousness find her again, she jolted up, coughing up sea water, spurting to get it all out of her chest, vomitting a little. She took a deep ragged breath in and looked up to see the concerned faces of her friends. His was tear streaked and she knew he’d probably been begging whatever higher power there was for her to be okay. She gave him a weak smile, and that’s when she felt the tight grip of his hand and she squeezed back as if to say stop worrrying everything is fine.
“You need to think about your safety,” he said to her and she looked away before nodding. She knew she needed to. But she also knew she wouldn’t stop thinking of theirs either.
“I’m sorry, Bucky” she says to him softly. “I didn’t think…” it would turn out like this. That was a way she knew she couldn’t finish that sentence.
“You’re everything,” he says softly. He’s not often tender and so it hits something deep in her and she feels tears in her eyes. “You can’t risk yourself…” All she can do is nod again.
A few days later, she’s feeling better, and they aren’t mad at each other. He jokes with her as they pack. “Sure you don’t want to stay?”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, thinking of the sand, and how it felt to drown. “I’ve had enough of tropical paradises for a life time.”
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Agents of Sheild/MCU/The 100
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the respective fandoms.
Characters: Daisy/Steve, Raven/Bucky
Notes: This takes place in a world that mafia sort of inspired. Daisy and Steve are married. Raven ended up in the real world through an artifact. And she got through to Bucky. To put it in short form, lol.
Their next mission was in a place she’d never really heard much about before. It was one of the 50 states, sure. But it was also floating somewhere in the Pacific. An island. She’d never given it much thought. She’d sort of thought that maybe it would disappear before she ever got a chance to see it. But now she was going there, with Bucky and Daisy and Steve, to Hawaii.
When she’d first seen their hotel, on the beach, the flowers, she’d thought it was a tropical paradise. She remembers trying to drink it all in as she looked around. “I had no idea places this beautiful existed,” she had said with a smile. “We should stay, when this is over,” she said to Bucky with a grin, and a playful wink. He had smirked back and mumbled something about how he wasn’t sure they’d have time, before pulling her into their room.
It only took her one day to realize how annoying her brace was in the sand. Sand seemed hard enough for the rest of her team to maneuver. But for her it was a struggle. Not that she’d ever admit it out loud. But of course, he noticed.
“Are you sure you can do this, Raven? Maybe you should stay back at headquarters tonight?” he said to her, as they sat in bed, eating room service. She loved room service.
She scoffed. “Head quarters? You mean this room?” If they were on the bus, she might admit it was difficult, she might stay back and just be the voice in their ear. But they weren’t. If she hung back, she’d just sit here and order room service and watch television while the only people who meant anything to her risked their lives fighting Hydra. “I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head. “You break into a sweat just making it to the shoreline.” He pointed out.
Yes, for her, it was hard work to move around out there. She did break a sweat. But she refused to believe she’d be more helpful staying in this room, over going with them. “I’m not hanging back. I can help.”
He’d gotten mad, and she’d gotten more insistent because she knew she wasn’t useless like he was trying to make her out to be.
Before they separated to ambush the Hydra meeting, she had grabbed him and pulled him close for a kiss, a promise that everything would be okay, that they would all make it. That she cared for him, even if she couldn’t say it out loud when she was so frustrated with him. His kiss back said the same.
Things had gotten out of hand a lot faster than they had expected. And she’d been able to shoot one of her assailants, but she hadn’t been able to run. She couldn’t really run on flat, dry, land, let alone wet sand. She remembered trying to hold her breath as he held her under the current. But she couldn’t hold it long enough. She remembered the burn of salt water entering her lungs, the way her body had tried to push it out, just letting more in. She had struggled. And then it had gone black.
When she felt consciousness find her again, she jolted up, coughing up sea water, spurting to get it all out of her chest, vomitting a little. She took a deep ragged breath in and looked up to see the concerned faces of her friends. His was tear streaked and she knew he’d probably been begging whatever higher power there was for her to be okay. She gave him a weak smile, and that’s when she felt the tight grip of his hand and she squeezed back as if to say stop worrrying everything is fine.
“You need to think about your safety,” he said to her and she looked away before nodding. She knew she needed to. But she also knew she wouldn’t stop thinking of theirs either.
“I’m sorry, Bucky” she says to him softly. “I didn’t think…” it would turn out like this. That was a way she knew she couldn’t finish that sentence.
“You’re everything,” he says softly. He’s not often tender and so it hits something deep in her and she feels tears in her eyes. “You can’t risk yourself…” All she can do is nod again.
A few days later, she’s feeling better, and they aren’t mad at each other. He jokes with her as they pack. “Sure you don’t want to stay?”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, thinking of the sand, and how it felt to drown. “I’ve had enough of tropical paradises for a life time.”