The Mimic (HE/HIM VERSION)

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The whole team turned around at the sound of y/n's voice. The relief and happiness on their faces faded into ones of concern and worry at the sight of him.

Y/n stumbled blindly toward the team, one hand reached out to stop himself from crashing into anything or anyone. He couldn't even walk in a straight line. His steps were slow and unstable, almost seeming as if he was only walking to stop himself from falling to the ground. The blood from his nose and the gash on his head had almost merged into one, creating a pretty disturbing sight. The whole right-half of his face was covered in blood. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie, like he'd just been attacked by an axe murderer. But, the most unsettling part was the fact that this was the first time they'd seen y/n on the mission without mimicking any powers. So to them it looked like somebody had seriously hurt him, even though nothing had happened - well, something had happened, but y/n didn't know what it was.

As much as he looked straight out of a horror movie, his appearance wasn't really y/n's main focus. Almost all of his senses had been knocked out except for touch. Everything was blurry and spinning around him at high speeds, too fast to make out anything but certain silhouettes. He was just lucky that Sam had his wings out or he would've walked past the team. His hearing was just as bad. The ringing in his ears was loud enough to make everything sound as if it were underwater, even his own voice. Y/n had resorted to breathing out of his mouth instead of even attempting to breathe out of his bloody nose. It wasn't even worth it. But, his priority was the pain. Whatever was going on in his head was excruciating. Almost as if a bomb had exploded in his brain, and it just kept getting worse and worse. It hurt to move, to breathe, to keep his eyes open, to do anything. Yet he was determined to get to the team. "I'm not-" He started, blinking hard in attempt to find some kind of focus in his eyes, but it wasn't working. "I'm not feeling too hot..." He repeated, unsure if he was even talking.

Nat's eyes widened at the sight of y/n. He didn't look good. He didn't look good at all. Natasha took in a sharp breath, her eyes full of worry. This wasn't like anything she'd seen before with y/n. She glanced around at the horrified looks of the crowd before turning back to y/n, her protectiveness seeming to kick in. Natasha couldn't let y/n suffer any longer, they had to get him back to the quinjet and back to Bruce. She didn't like how everyone was just staring at him and not helping. "Hold on, y/n. I'm coming." Nat hummed, needing to raise her voice a little to make sure that y/n heard her. But, as she took a step forward, both Sam and Steve grabbed her arms. She frowned, turning to face the pair with a confused look in her eyes. "What?"

Steve and Sam both seemed to have a serious look in their eyes, refusing to let go of Natasha. "Look at his hands, Nat." Sam said, nodding toward y/n. Tiny flames and energy orbs were appearing and disappearing in y/n's hands at an uncontrollable rate, almost as if he was losing control. "And his nose." Steve added with a sigh, a deep frown on his face. "His nose hasn't bled like that since Wakanda. He's overworking himself and losing control. It's not safe for you to go anywhere near him."

Natasha seemed to just stare at the pair with pure confusion and annoyance in her eyes. "I don't care." She snapped, yanking her arms out of their grip. "Y/n is a member of our team. He's family. I'm not just going to stand and watch whilst he suffers." Natasha said seriously, turning back to face y/n. Nat wasn't going to stand by whilst he struggled. Y/n needed urgent help, and she was going to get that for him. But, as she turned around, she was met with the sight of y/n beginning to pass out. She could see as he struggled to keep walking, every step getting more and more disoriented. Nat cursed under her breath at the sight, beginning to race toward y/n in attempt to catch him before he fell to the ground.

But she was too late.

Y/n finally ran out of energy, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he crashed to the ground face-first. But, as he did, his body let out an energy blast, launching Natasha into the crowd of civilians. He begun to convulse uncontrollably on the ground, a bubble of fire and energy beginning to grow around him, almost as if it was ready to explode at any second and destroy the whole marketplace.

Sam and Steve were right. Y/n had lost control.

His body had completely given up on him. It was a mixture of several things, but it was all enough for his body to completely shut down and let go of everything. Y/n hadn't slept in two days. He had been running purely off of caffeine and sugar to keep him going, it wasn't enough. The pent up anger and frustration also played a big part in it all. He had gotten himself so worked up over Rumlow, and he'd resurfaced so many memories that he'd been working so hard to push away. The whole reason why y/n disappeared to the city for two days was to escape from his bad thoughts and nightmares, and Rumlow had dragged them straight back into the front of his mind. However, the main reason was the fact that y/n was overworked. It had happened before in Wakanda, but his body had never been pushed to this extent. The crash had seriously hurt him, but he'd pushed it all down by mimicking super soldier strength. All of his energy was used to push away the pain and some obviously broken bones, and he didn't give himself a break. It was all too much for him to handle. So his body shut down. It had shut down to protect him, but in doing so it had caused him to completely let go of all of his powers. Y/n was basically the equivalent of a bomb.

Wanda was the first to jump into action, the rest of the team helping the crowd escape the marketplace. She reached out her hands, creating a forcefield around y/n. She cried out at the amount of energy needed to contain y/n, digging her heels into the ground in attempt to stop herself from being blasted away. "I can't contain him for long enough!" She yelled, using all of the power she could. Wanda couldn't even see y/n amongst all of the chaos inside the forcefield. There wasn't enough time for everyone to escape the market. She had to think of something else. But, Wanda didn't have enough time to properly think through a plan. She had to work with the first instinct that came to mind, and she did exactly that.

Wanda launched y/n up into the air without a second thought, blasting him up as high as she could in attempt to prevent any destruction. But, as Wanda looked up to figure out exactly where she'd blasted y/n, her hand shot over her mouth in shock.

She'd just blasted y/n straight into a building.

Y/n's powers practically exploded out of him, his unconscious body laying in the centre of it all. Energy, ice, fire, random clones of him, people frozen and unable to escape due to his mind control, and so much more. The destruction was immense. The whole building had been destroyed, ravaged by y/n's powers. Screams and explosions echoed across the whole city, letting everyone know of the horror occurring.

So many innocent people. People that were expecting a normal day. People that had families to go home to. People that expected the Avengers to protect them.

Dead.