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Jack groaned as he walked into the living room. Laughter filled his ear and he looked up to see Clint, Tony, Sam, and Natasha huddled around a tablet. He already knew what they were looking at. Clint looked up and started laughing even harder, falling down.
Jack narrowed his eyes at the archer and, across the room, Clint’s quiver caught fire. The purple archer let out a shrill squeak and ran to them, causing Jack to giggle.
“JJ’s got a crush, eh?” Tony piqued. Jack cursed the man loudly and trudged off to his room.
Dr. Martinez was really cute. With just one meeting, he was infatuated. He groaned.
“Come on, Jack. It’s just shock from seeing a cute guy. Get your hormonal mind back on track.” He chided himself. “It’s just a phase.”
It was not a phase.
Dr. Martinez just so happened to be the Field Medic on this mission. Just Jack’s luck. He hated him. At least, he wanted to. That would make it so much easier. He almost wanted to get shot just so he could be treated by him, but the pain wouldn’t be worth something he could just do after the mission.
The mission was in a small ghost town forgotten by pretty much everyone but HYDRA.
On the quinjet, Jack caught himself staring at the doctor and made the mistake of lowering his gaze. Quickly he moved his gaze to getting his Nomex®️ gloves on and making sure they were secured. He didn’t want another accident to happen because he was staring too much.
The mutant managed to avoid the doctor for most of the mission until Dr. Martinez put himself in danger by going mid-battle to help a wounded agent on one of the rooftops.. Sure, he was glad he was helping the agent but if he died no one else would’ve been able to get treatment.
Jack hissed under his breath as he saw a sniper on the roof across the street of fighting soldiers. He swiftly knocked out the soldier he was fighting and sped to the fire escape, climbing up.
Adrenaline went on overdrive and he reached the doctor and the wounded agent. He heard the zip of the bullet and he quickly put up a fiery barrier.
He realized it immediately. But he still shot a ball of fire at the sniper and looked at the doctor.
“Thank you, Mr. Jones.” Dr. Martinez smiled at him, unleashing a jar of butterflies in his stomach.
“Please. Call me JJ, Dr. Martinez. It’s my job to protect my team.”
“Okay JJ. Call me Nico or Nick.”
Jack grew dizzy. Spots flooded his vision and he fell. Blood pouring from the bullet wound from the bullet he missed.