Heart of Ice
Gwen couldn’t tear her eyes from the spot Tony just disappeared into. “Come on,” she muttered. A couple moments later, she saw an explosion through the portal. She heard Steve sigh.
“Close it,” he ordered softly, turning his head. Gwen still watched as the portal started closing. When it closed completely, she noticed something falling.
“Steve,” she gasped, smacking the man on the arm to get his attention. He turned and saw Tony falling through the air.
“Son of a gun,” he grinned. Thor stepped up on Gwen’s other side and noticed at the same time as she did that Tony wasn’t doing anything to stop his fall.
“He is not slowing down,” Thor commented, swinging his hammer around, preparing to fly up and get him. Before he could leave the ground, a green blur caught the man in armor, and hit the side of a building. Sliding down a few stories, the Hulk pushed himself off the building, and cradling Tony to his chest, slid across the ground to a stop. Gwen, Steve, and Thor rushed over to him, and Gwen dropped to her knees next to Tony’s head. Thor knelt down on his other side and ripped the faceplate off, tossing it aside.
Gwen reached forward, cupping the side of Tony’s face with one hand, and gently laid the other one on his no longer shinning arc reactor. She looked behind her at Steve with tears in her eyes. Steve looked guilty; he was probably thinking of the sacrifice play comment he made earlier on the helicarrier.
Looking up, Gwen could hear Hulk making weird noises, and then he let out a loud roar. Tony’s eyes shot open and he gasped; the arc reactor flooded with light. “What the Hell?” He gasped, looking around. “Please tell me no one kissed me?” He questioned, and then realized that there was a hand resting on his face. He followed the arm with his gaze, and locked eyes with Gwen. “Unless it was you,” he smirked. “You can kiss me anytime.” Gwen grinned down at him.
“We won,” Steve said from behind her, looking around at the dead Chitauri lying around the city.
“Yay, go team,” Tony cheered weakly. “Let’s not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day.” His eyes drifted over Thor, Steve, and Gwen. “Have you ever had shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint a couple blocks from here; I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.”
“We are not done here,” Thor stated, looking up at Stark Tower. Tony stared at him for a moment.
“And then shawarma after?”
A couple hours later found the group at the shawarma joint Tony wanted to see; Gwen was sat in between Tony and Bruce, and she couldn’t believe how tired she was. After they ate, she knew she needed to call her family. The fight was aired on television, so she knew they saw what happened and were probably worried sick. She finished eating, and then excused herself. She walked outside and took her phone out of her pocket. She dialed the first number she could think of; Alex.
The phone only rang once before he answered. “Gwen?”
“Hey, Alex,” Gwen smiled, letting the weariness and tiredness seep into her voice.
“Jesus Christ, Gwen. Are you alright? We saw the news, and the fight. Aliens? What the actual fuck?” He rambled.
“I’m fine, I promise. A little banged up, but I’m okay. I just wanted to call to make sure you all knew I was okay, and that I’ll be home in a couple days.” There was silence on the other end for a few moments before she heard Alex sigh.
“I’ll let everyone know. I love you, Gwenie.” Gwen smiled at the nickname that he hasn’t used for a while.
“Love you, too, Al.” They both hung up, and Gwen slipped her phone into her pocket and walked back inside the shawarma place. She sat back down in her seat and began eating her food again.
“Everything good?” Clint questioned, leaning back in his seat with his foot still propped up on Natasha’s chair.
“Yeah, I just gave my brother a call so he knew I was okay.”
“You have a brother?” Tony asked. Gwen nodded, washing the food down with a drink of her coke.
“I have five brothers; three are older than me, and two are younger. I also have three sisters; one around the same age and two younger than me. None of them are actually related to me by blood, though,” she explained.
“What about your parents?” Steve asked.
“They kicked me out when my abilities appeared,” she paused for a second. “I was fourteen.” Steve shot her a guilty look and opened his mouth to say something, but Gwen held up a hand to stop him. “It’s fine, Steve. It’s been eight years; I’m over it.”
“Wait, you’re only twenty-two?” Bruce asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Gwen nodded.
“You’re the baby of the Avengers,” Clint laughed making Gwen kick out at him, landing a hit on his shin.
“Shut up, asshole.”
A few days later, Gwen was standing in front of the gate for Xavier Mansion. She pushed open the gate and walked through, hefting her bag onto her shoulder. The closer she got to the front door, the more exited she got to see her family. When she was halfway to the door, it swung open, revealing kids. “Gwen!” Jean shouted, running towards her. Gwen dropped her bag and hugged the girl tightly. Scott and Ororo made their way over to her, wrapping their little arms around her. Gwen let go of Jean with one arm to pull the other two closer to her and dropped to her knees.
“You were one TV fighting monsters!” Scott exclaimed.
“Aliens,” she corrected with a smile. “Is everyone inside?” Ororo nodded.
“The Professor told us that you were walking up and to go greet you,” she supplied.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” Gwen ushered, standing up and picking her bag back up. Scott grabbed her free hand, pulling her towards the front door. Ororo opened the door, holding it open for Gwen.
The second she stepped through the door, arms were wrapped around her. She hugged back tightly, knowing that it was Charles by the cologne he wore. After a couple moments, he pulled back and cupped her cheek in his hand. Charles stared into her icy blue eyes with his much warmer blue eyes and smiled tenderly while stroking her cheek. “I’m so thankful you’re alright, Gwen,” he said lowly before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. He smiled down at her again, and stepped back a bit. Erik moved in front of him and pulled Gwen into his arms.
“Mein schönes kleines Mädchen,” he whispered in her ear and then kissed her temple a couple times.
“Hey, Papa,” she whispered back into his chest.
“Move over, Erik,” she heard Raven snap before she was pulled out of Erik’s arms into much thinner arms. “You have no idea how worried I was! What the hell, Gwen? Aliens?”
“It surprised me, too,” Gwen defended pulling away from the blue woman. They both smiled at each other before Sean swooped in, hugging Gwen a little too tightly. “Ow,” she muttered, flinching slightly when he put too much pressure on her left shoulder. He pulled back quickly.
“What? What’s wrong? Is it your arm? Oh God, Hank said it was injured during the fight. Did I just make it worse?” He stopped asking questions when Gwen pulled him into another hug.
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” she soothed. “My shoulder is fine.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Hank informed, appearing next to them. “I would appreciate it if you let me look at your shoulder and leg in a little bit.” Gwen nodded.
“Sure, Hank.” Wade was the next one to push his way through to hug her. Even though he was younger than her, he was taller; as were most of the people in the house. Though, Charles only had an inch or two on her. Even Raven was three inches taller than Gwen. He squeezed her one last time before pulling away and Gwen was immediately pulled into Alex’s arms.
He had his face buried into her hair and neck. “I’m okay,” she whispered and he just tightened his hold on her, being mindful of her shoulder.
“If SHIELD comes back, you aren’t allowed to go,” Alex ordered. Gwen laughed into his chest.
“I’m technically an Avenger now, Al. I don’t think that’ll work.”
“Worth a try,” he sighed, pulling back. He held her at arm’s length, studying her face. She had healing cuts and bruises on her face and neck, but didn’t seem to be too hurt.
“Are you ready for me to examine your shoulder and leg?” Hank questioned. Gwen nodded.
“Yeah, let me just go get changed and then I’ll head down to your lab.” Hank nodded and moved down the hallway. Gwen hefted her bag back onto her shoulder and smiled at everyone. “So, when’s dinner? I’m starving.”
Fifteen minutes later, Gwen was sitting on the table in Hank’s lab while he was examining the gash on her thigh and the stitched up wound on her shoulder. “This stitching is crude,” he complained, getting the tools ready to re-stitch her leg and shoulder.
“We didn’t really have a lot of time between the helicarrier getting attacked and then aliens arriving,” Gwen defended with a smile.
He finished her leg quickly and when he was injecting some anesthetics into her shoulder, Charles and Erik came in. Charles walked over to her quickly, grasping her hand tightly with is own while Erik examined the wound over Hank’s shoulder. “What exactly happened here, Gwen?” He questioned, looking up at her with concerned stormy blue eyes. The blond sighed, rubbing a hand down her face.
“You watched the battle, right?” All three nodded. “You saw the guy with the horns?” More nods. “Did you see the scepter he was carrying?” Again, all three nodded. “I kind of got pierced with that.” Charles’ grip tightened.
“How?” Hank asked.
“Loki was about stab Coulson, the guy that picked me up a few days ago, and I didn’t even think. I just slid in front of him. It didn’t matter anyway. The scepter went straight through me and pierced his heart, shredding it. He died a couple minutes later.” Erik reached out and rubbed soothing circles on her back, being mindful of Hank still working.
When he was done, he bandaged Gwen up and then pulled her into a hug. “Thanks for patching me up, bro,” she whispered, kissing his furry cheek before he let go. Gwen hurried back up stairs to see how dinner was coming.
“It’ll be ready in thirty minutes,” Raven said, shooing Gwen out of the kitchen. “I got this, you go rest.” The blond nodded with a grin, and walked upstairs into her room. She opened up her balcony doors and sat down on the couch that was out there. She curled up, leaning her head on the headrest and shut her eyes.
A beeping interrupted her nap, and with a groan, she checked her phone to see who was calling her. “Tony?” She muttered to herself. The group had exchanged numbers; well, the ones who hadcellphones exchanged numbers. Steve still had to get himself one. “Hello?” She answered, immediately suspicious.
“Hey there, Ice Princess,” Tony greeted and Gwen could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Can I help you with something, Tony?”
“Actually, you can. You, me, dinner, tomorrow.”
“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Good night, Ice Princess.”
“Good night, Tony.”