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[realitysucksgivemefictionalmen]

Gentle Love

As a warning this one shot has mentions of physical emotional and mental abuse. This is a self indulgent one shot for cathartic release. Need some soft loving.

This is also kind of a test to see if I want to turn this into a full fic. If you like this and want to read a complete story of this with background and a developing romance, let me know!

Because this is a one shot, a simple synopsis is in order to help better understand my OCs personality and issues. My OC Avery Wilson comes from a single parent household with an abusive father. She has experienced emotional, physical and mental abuse from him.

This one shot takes place pretty soon after Johnny came in and saved her. Their relationship is past friends at this point but not quite together and they are at the base. She has also met the others, so yay! Also, the way I wrote Soaps lines might be a little weird. I tried my best to write the words out in a way that so they sound like the way they are spelt out to best capture his accent. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!

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The bright florescent lights of the hospital room shine bright in Avery's eyes as she sits in the large bed. Her blond hair hangs in waves past her shoulders, clean with the help of the nurses. Her bright blue doe-like eyes are distant as she catches her reflection in the mirror across the room.

Her neck is wrapped in bandages and a black eye fully formed on the left side of her face. The freckles sprayed across her nose are covered on that side of the face because of it. Her gaze trails down toward her full pink lips. Her bottom lip is split though it is now slightly healed. She could feel the itchy bandages wrapped around her chest under the blue loose fitting shirt that was 3 sizes too big. Her wrists are also wrapped in bandages that stop at her elbows and under the blanket she wears a pair of comfy black leggings. All of her injuries are pretty much above her waist with some bruising around her legs.

It's been three days since Avery escaped her fathers abuse with the help of Johnny. She slightly smiles and it finally reaches her eyes as she remembers him sweeping her into his arms and away from her father like a knight rescuing the princess from the dragon. Though she was unconscious soon after he cradled her tiny body in her arms, weighing almost nothing to him, as his heart broke.

Avery is shaken from her self evaluation and memories by the sound of knuckles wrapping against the door frame. She looks over and sees him. Johnny. He leans against the door frame with his arms crossed and a bright smile on his face. He looks so handsome with his beautiful blue eyes and white perfect white toothy grin. His black mohawk styled with the sides of his head left unshaved and left an inch from his scalp. His facial hair, barely there, highlights his gorgeous smile blinding her more than the uncomfortably bright lights of the room.

Johnny is dressed comfortably in a black tightly fitted t-shirt, showing off his muscles as it strains against his biceps and broad chest. A pair of jeans wraps around his large legs and a pair of combat boots finish the look as he stands at an imposing 6 foot 2 inches. Dwarfing her 5’2 frame."I kem t' see if ye wanted t' get out o' here an' eat somethin' oder than tha' aful 'ospi'al food." Used to the Scots accent (though it still made her legs weak even in the hospital bed) she shyly smiles as he walks over to her. "Would ye like tha'?"

Avery hesitantly nods while looking shyly away to the side. The mans larger than life personality still overwhelms her. Johnny, though kind and joyful, exudes an effortless confidence that matches his size. His flirty nature never helped calm her nerves either, as she seems to always be a blushing stuttering mess around him.

He helps her out of the bed and into a nearby wheelchair, so gently, Avery almost cried. The way he treats her is a stark contrast of what she was used to at home with her father.

After he helps Avery in the wheelchair, Johnny gets behind and pushes her out the door and down the white sterile halls of the medical wing. They leave it completely behind them as they roll down the hall, the walls fading into the older and cracked concrete of the military base that is home to Johnny's team.

As they continue their journey, they pass by the occasional group of soldiers stationed at the base. Every time, Avery averts her eyes and hides behind her golden blond locks, unable to stop herself from being intimidated by the unknown faces while also being embarrassed about her current state.

Johnny notices and leans down to quietly murmur, "Yer okay li'l bird, Yer safe now. No one ‘ere will ever hurt ye. ‘Specially when 'Am around." Avery now hides her face for an entirely different reason as she flushes a deep red all across her cheeks and down her neck. She battles with the feelings of bashfulness caused by the pet name and the desire to cry from the kind words and safety they bring her. Because they came from him. Her protector.

They finally reach the mess hall where only a group of men sit at a table near the kitchen area. The room is small and cozy. With a few tables, a full open kitchen and a lounge area on the other side filled with couches and a pool table.

Avery's attention is brought over to the men at the table that Johnny pushes her to. When she stops, she is greeted with the smiles of Captain John Price, with his fishermans hat and mutton chops and Gaz, with his beautiful dark skin and twinkle in his eyes. Price is seated to her left while Gaz sits across the table. Besides Gaz sits Ghost, whose skull masked face is turned toward her as he greets her with a nod before turning to the paperwork on the table in front of him. Avery smiles gently at the trio and looks down at her fidgety fingers as she picks at her nails.

"How are you feeling?" Price says in his gruff British accent. He looks kindly down at the tiny young woman in the chair. She was small, especially while surrounded by the large men of task force 141.

"A bit better, still sore" Avery finally speaks after a quiet moment as if to gather her courage. Her voice is soft and melodic, which complements her personality and angelic appearance.

Sitting in between these strong, giant men, Avery looks like a wounded bird. Tiny and fragile in her bandages.

Price smiles at the poor young lady, turning to his tea and paperwork like Ghost. "That's good to hear."

"Yeah, especially since this idiot here couldn't stop worrying about you!" Gaz loudly spoke around his mouthful of food. He swallows and acts all serious and worried "I wonder ef she's okay. Do ye think I should sneak ‘er some chocolate? Maybe I should visit ‘er. I should make sure the staff are treatin' er right. How often are they checkin' on ‘er. What ef she's all alone n’ scared. The fuckin' doctor won' let me see ‘er again, said tha' ah'v been around too much n’ she needs te rest." Gaz's surprisingly accurate reenactment is cut off as an embarrassed Johnny slaps him on the back of the head.

"Away n’ bile yer heid ye wee bastard!" Johnny huffs at him, his accent making it hard to understand in his embarrassed anger. His ears slightly red as he argues trying to save face. "I was jus' worried about ‘er bein' all alone in a strange place!"

Avery quietly giggles at the men's antics as Price smiles fondly in his tea with amusement and Ghost ignores them as he usually does.

"Yeah yeah, it was adorable mate!" Gaz hells over to Johnny as the now bashful man starts putting together a plate of food for the still giggling girl.

Gaz leans over across the table to whisper to Avery as she watches Johnny. "He really was worried. When he wasn't with you and got kicked out of the medical wing, he was either pacing or beating the shit out of the new recruits." He laughs lightly at the wide eyed girl and the light blush forming on her cheeks at the information.

"Oi whatta ye tellin' er?" The Scotsman questions as he narrows his eyes at the Brit and sets the food down in front of Avery. He sits down next to her as Gaz shoves a large bite of food in his mouth and shrugs innocently.

Johnny's attention is pulled away from the smug Gaz when he notices the beautiful girl next him scarfing down her food as fast as she can.

"Whoa slow down ye wee lassie! No one is goin' te take away yer food from ye." He laughs out as the skittish young woman looks up and freezes. She chews for a bit, analyzing his words, before swallowing. Her eyes wide and innocent as she looks up hopefully at him with a hint of hesitation in her uncertain gaze.

"Promise?"

Silence

That one word was all it took. Paired with the pitiful expression of the injured and traumatized girl, that quiet pleading word made all four men stop what they were doing. While two of them stare at her with a mixture of sad and shocked gazes. Ghost looks at her with a grim understanding that only he shared with the poor little bird. Johnny on the other hand…

Johnny was livid.

After the shock, which he felt like a blow to the gut, all he felt was anger. Heat filled his stomach and heart as he fought off the instinct to go find the girls dead beat father and kill the fucking bastard. The monster who took pleasure in destroying the purest creature Johnny had ever met.

His girl, who now looks worried after the long painful silence drags on. And as she takes in the flurry of different looks passing across his face that finally settles on anger, her worry grows, afraid she said the wrong thing.

Johnny notices the wary look on his little bird's face and quickly forces his body to relax. He couldn't afford to lose his temper in front of the poor girl.

"O' course not. Ye never 'ave te worry about tha again. Ye will ALWAYS 'ave food sweetheart" Johnny coos at Avery and brushes a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"You sure?" She says wobbly, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"O' course!" He replies gently, now cupping her cheek.

Avery leans into his touch and fiddles with the end of her shirt that falls just above her knees, fitting like a dress. It smelt comfortingly like Johnny and his cologne. She looks down as she practically whispers, "It's just," she looks up skittishly as she continues after a brief moment, almost scared, "you look mad."

Johnny takes her face in both of his hands now as carefully as he can as if she could break at the slightest pressure. "Not at ye little bird. Never at ye. Don' worry about me. Eat yer breakfast and afterwards, I'll take ye out te get some fresh air."

She looks into his eyes for a moment and then smiles before nodding softly in his hands. Tears now gone and her heart feeling light, she turns back to her breakfast without noticing the warm smiles the other three men share toward the pair, not so much from Ghost as only his eyes soften at the interaction. Then they grow serious as they all, including Johnny, think about the long journey the wounded girl will have to take to recover what her poor heart, body and soul was put through all those years. And then they think of the man who caused all of her grief and the fact that he still breathes air, even if he was behind bars. No prison sentence will ever be enough for such a horrible man.

They force the thoughts out of their head as they share looks of determination as the young woman smiles at her food, excited to see the birds later as she eats slowly, enjoying her first real meal in a long time.

His little bird will never go through anything like that again as long as they are around.

Johnny would make sure of that.

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I hope you all like it and that it was good. Again if you would like more, please let me know, and I will consider turning this into a full on fic! Love you all! ❤️