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It was a regular mission for the Avengers, they were fighting these aliens that were terrorizing a city in New York, like usual. These aliens were only 4 feet tall but stronger than they looked. They were bug-like with wings but could stand and had similar features to humans. The most unusual thing about them though was their eyes.
Their eyes were red and shot out this shining silver liquid that they unfortunately later found out was poison.
It looked as though they communicated through the chilling sounds that their wings made, they were smart and knew what they were doing and they knew how to fight.
“What the hell are you things!?!?” Tony yelled as he was fighting off two of them. “Steve, get over here!”
Steve bounded over some rubble where he had killed a dozen of those aliens and came to Tony's side.
“Do you know what these are?” Steve said while dodging multiple hits from the aliens.
“Have zero idea.” Tony replied. “Woke up an hour ago to SHIELD blowing up my phone about New York being attacked by aliens again. Had to cancel a meeting! Which honestly I'm not too upset about.”
“You know I was going to have a nice day today. Go out on a walk.”
“Less talking and more trying to kill these things!” Tony shouted out at Steve while two aliens approached them.
One of the aliens looked to the other and made another one of those weird noises.
“Are they communicating with each other?” Steve said.
Before Tony could answer back to him the other alien flew towards Steve, eye’s shooting out the glistening liquid all over him, and right on top of him before he could react. Before the creature could do any more damage Steve killed it with his shield, alien guts getting all over him.
Tony had already killed the other alien and helped Steve off the ground.
“Damn, are you okay?” Tony asked Steve.
“Yeah I think so..” Steve replied uncertainly. He felt slightly dizzy but he didn't want to worry anyone. He could keep helping.
“Did any of that stuff get in your mouth? You don’t look too good Cap.” Tony questioned, not believing Steve.
“No. No, I'm fine.” Steve answered, knowing that it did in fact get in his mouth, he could still taste it. “Come on, let's go help the others.”
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“Well that was exhausting.” Clint said as he fell onto the couch in the living room of the Avengers Tower. “I hate aliens.”
“It probably would have been easier if we weren't one person down.” Natasha replied.
“Hey it's not my fault Thor isn't here!” Clint said. “Why isn't he here anyway?”
“Something about Loki and snakes. I don't know.” Tony answered.
“I’ve never seen an alien like that.” Bruce said, clothes torn from Hulk, “The way they communicated with each other, the way they looked. I’ll have to study the sample I got to figure more out.”
“Weird how these things always happen on days we least expect it.” Natasha spoke.
“You okay Steve?” Clint said, the only one who had noticed that Steve wasn't talking, and snapped everyone out of their conversations to look at Steve. “Steve?”
Steve had sat on the edge of the coach when they first came back and had been staring at the wall in front of him. He looked very tense and was shaking, his skin was very pale and sweat was all over him. He didn't respond to Clint.
“You okay Capsicle?” Tony said, Steve finally looking as though his eyes saw them.
“Um...uh..” Steve stuttered, his voice quivering, “I…”
“Did he get injured?” Bruce asked, but before anybody could respond Steve collapsed to the ground.
“Steve!” The team said in union as they watched him fall and tried to get to him in time.
He was seizing before he even hit the floor, his muscles contracting in painful ways that made everyone wince, his head pulled back and eyes rolled into the back of his head as Bruce and Tony tried to put him in recovery position.
“Call the medical department and tell them we're going to be coming in!” Bruce said.
“What the hell is happening?!?” Tony shouted as Steve’s seizure kept going, still looking painful.
“He’s having a seizure.” Bruce replied, calmly as he slid a blanket underneath Steve’s head.
“Why?” Natasha asked.
“Oh my…” Tony said “He was attacked by one of those creatures, sprayed that stuff all over him. But he said he was fine?”
“You should never believe Steve when he says he is fine.” Natasha practically shouted at Tony.
“Okay how about instead of starting an argument we help Steve?” Clint spoke which brought Natasha and Tonys attention back to Steve, who was starting to wake up.
“Ugh...an..” Steve said, voice hoarse.
“Hey Steve, we're gonna have to get you to medical.” Bruce spoke, which seemed to confuse Steve.
“Cé..cá..a uh.. bhfuil mé…” Steve brokenly said.
“What is he saying?” Clint said. “Was that even English?”
“Cá..mam..ospidéal..” Steve spoke again, trying to stay at the edge of consciousness.
“What are you saying Steve?” Natasha said, right as Steve started seizing again, this time worse.
“Goddamn Tony get medical over here now!” Bruce shouted as blood started collecting at Steve’s lips, pouring out of his mouth.
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The first thing Steve noticed was the smell, the smell of anti-bacterial cleaner, and the lights, feeling as if they practically blinded him as his eyes started to open.
He felt as if a hammer was banging on his forehead, his whole body burned like someone lit a fire inside of him.
When he could finally open his eyes he saw he was laying on a bed in a….
Hospital.
Oh no.
“Capsicle! You're finally awake!” Tony shouted, alerting Steve that there were other people in the room.
Which Steve noticed that there were. Tony, Natasha, Clint and Bruce were there, staring at him worried.
“What happened..” Steve said, as he then started remembering everything. The mission. The aliens. Some parts were very blurry where he thinks he might have fainted..
“You had two seizures in the living room. When we were taking you to medical you lost consciousness and you stopped breathing, your heart rate went extremely low. We thought we lost you..” Natasha said, voice quivering at the last sentence.
“Man, when you're injured you tell us! And don't you dare go on that ‘But I still wanted to be useful’ thing again!” Clint shouted at Steve, obviously worried about his friend.
“Calm down Clint.” Bruce spoke. “But he is right Steve. You have to say when you're injured so we can help you, promise me you will, okay?”
“Ya..ya I will. I promise you guys.” Steve replied, feeling kind of guilty that he put his friends through this.
“You started speaking this weird language in between the seizures. I can tell it wasn’t just gibberish. Sounded like Welsh?” Natasha said.
“Oh….” Steve said, remembering, “Gaelic. Irish.”
“You speak Gaelic?” Bruce asked.
“Yeah. My mother taught it to me. She was full Irish. We would always speak together in Gaelic, when no one was around of course. People thought it was a devil language or something. The last thing I ever said to her was in Gaelic….” Steve said with a small smile on his face, remembering those times.
“I’m sorry Steve.” Tony said.
“No, no don’t. It’s okay.” Steve replied.
“It’s a beautiful language.” Bruce said.
At that moment Steve felt at home. He had finally found it. A home.
He had finally found a family.