Third Person~
Steve jumped onto the "safety boat", rolling over his shoulder. His eyes immediately snap to a passed out Casey.
"Fury, we got an issue." He says as he starts walking over.
"What the hell happened now?!" He snaps back.
"O'Conner. She's in critical condition." He informed.
"And how exactly did that happen?"
"She was trying to save the maximoff kid. We thought he was dead." Steve says as he kneels down in front of the two.
"Their pulse?" Fury asks. Steve kneels forward, placing two fingers on each of their pulses. He waits. One second. Two seconds. When he suddenly hears a thump. And another one. He sighs in relief.
"Very faint." He speaks a little breathlessly.
"Get em to the jet as soon as possible." Fury says, his voice demanding and filled with determination.
"Roger that." Steve says with a nod, completely ignoring his own accidental pun in this serious situation. He gets up and rushes to the pilots chair.
"I need you to fly to the main jet, we have two patients in critical condition who need to be taken care of immediately." Steve says, his voice hardened. The pilot nods and starts flying as fast as possible without flinging passengers off the side.
Once they get to the jet, about a dozen men and woman in scrubs come rushing out, taking Casey and Pietro and quickly placing them on separate gurneys. They rush them off of the boat one by one. Steve lags behind for a moment, needing to check if Clint is ok before catching up with the doctors.
He follows them into a steel grey room with a large window at the end. Each hospital bed was against the wall as the doctors moved them onto one, rushing to get IV's and oxygen through their systems. Suddenly a familiar doctor walked up to Steve.
"Captain, I need you to tell me exactly what injuries each patient has." Dr. Cho instructs cautiously and slowly after inspecting the drained and frightened look in his eyes. Steve immediately starts stammering.
"I-I um- u- I'm- I'm not sure. I think Casey is just passed out from exhaustion. She tried- she tried to heal the kid. I think it took a lot out of her. But we don't know how her powers work. She might've taken his injuries for herself. I don't know, okay!" He shouted, though he didn't mean to. He started to pace, weaving his fingers through his hair. Dr. Cho placed a hand on his arm.
"And the boy?" She questions. Steve's face fell even more as his gaze moved passed the doctor to look at the boy with sorrow.
"He took so many bullets. He saved Clint and a kid. It was a lot. Which is why it took a lot of her," He spoke softly. "Are they going to be ok?" He asks, looking down at the doctor. He watches her nod.
"All we can do is try." She nods again before heading off and informing the others on what to do.
Suddenly the doors swing open with a slam.
"What's going on?!" Natasha asks in her usual calm and leveled voice. But the rasp within it showed the true feeling she felt.
"Is my brother alive?" Wanda asks following after Natasha, her accent thick with clear and strong emotion. Steve crosses his arms, not letting his gaze move from the two teenagers.
"I don't really know..."
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First Person (Casey)~
I gasp, shooting up by the waist. On a bed? I don't focus on that as I immediately start choking. Coughing like a manic, I move to cover my mouth with my arm.
Once I stop coughing, I gaze down at my legs to catch my breath. I finally look up to my left and squint at the harsh light. Who has a room where one whole wall is a window?! Grimacing, I turn away from it and look at all the machines. The IV hooked into my left arm. I'm in a make-shift hospital of sorts.
Now that the shock of waking up is gone, I start noticing the raging headache pulsing through my head. I lay back down on the bed. Tears had started to fall down my cheeks. I click the button along side the bed. Hopefully pain relief medicine will help? I had used too much power. But was it worth it?
I gasp in shock. Pietro?! I turn in the bed, feeling too weak to keep sitting up. I cry out in relief to see him lay along the bed next to me. We seemed to be the only people in this large room. I try reaching out to him. I needed to touch him, know he's alright.
There were so many wires and machines hooked up to his body. It made me nervous. But it meant he was alive, right?
"You saved my brother..." a voice spoke. I practically jumped out of my body, not noticing Wanda sitting in the corner as she kept her eyes on Pietro's body.
"I did?" My voice croaked. Wanda modded.
"Indeed. But he is still very weak." She leaned forward to grab his hand. My brain had continued to knock against my skull but the tears had dried so I wiped the stains off my cheeks, sure that I was done.
"Help me," I ask. She slowly moves her head up to look at me. "Please?" I ask hoarsely. She nods. She stands up, swaying a little. She must have been sitting there for hours. She walks over to me and moves the IV so I can walk over to Pietro's bed. She takes my arm over her shoulder. She uses her magic to take the chair by my bed and place it on the opposite side of hers. She sits me down and walks back over to sit in her own chair.
"He almost didn't make it. Many times." She tells me. My heart pounds in my chest.
"Is he... is he alright, now?" I ask shakily. I could barley hear her over the pounding of my head.
"Not exactly. You have both been asleep for awhile. We do not know if we will come out of this." I hear her muffled voice as I strain to listen to her. I hiss, reeling back into my seat, my ears whirring.
Dammit! I haven't had this little control probably since the vision of when I first got my powers. I didn't mean to use my upgraded power hearing. It just happened...
Wanda bolts up, watching me in anticipation, waiting for me to show signs that something is terribly wrong. I hold out a hand, signaling I'm ok. I accidentally let a groan of pain leave my throat. I place my elbows on the bed and slide my head down into the crook of my elbow, silently letting tears of pain fall down onto the sheet.
After a few minutes of silence I sniff about a dozen times before I pick my head up and wipe the tears off my face. Wanda didn't look surprised to see my crying. I turn to look at Pietro's face. For a man who's walking up to deaths doorstep, he looked just as beautiful. I only wish I could see his eyes...
Taking a deep breath, I get up from my chair and stand. Wanda looks at me in alarm.
"What are you doing?" She asks timidly.
"Fixing him." I murmur so quietly I doubt she heard me. I slip my hands along his covered torso and lay them across his injured area. Blue ripples start moving like silk in the wind across his body. I will never get use to the beautiful affect my magic has.
My hands quickly start to shake, as does the rest of my body, but I keep still and firm. Wanda, seeing what's happening, gets up and quickly helps me stand. I start to convulse in Wandas arms. I dig my fingers into Pietro's skin, finishing this! Alarms start beeping around my machinery but no one pays them mind.
Pietro's chest jerks up above the bed and a gasp escapes his lips as his eyes shoot open. I cry out in relief and stop my magic, my brain feeling as though it's having an aneurysm.
"Casey?" Pietro questions as his eyes connect to mine.
Before I can answer, my eyes roll in the back of my head and I stagger forward, dropping into Pietro's arms. He's quick to catch me, as always.
The door slams open as Steve, Clint, and Natasha storm into the room.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" Steve says, demands answers.
"Casey, Casey, wake up." He says quietly to me. He holds me in his arms and slaps my face lightly, trying to get me conscious. The three newcomers, seeing what was happening, rush to Pietro's bed.
"Pietro..." I murmur with the strength I have. I open my eyes and meet his piercing blue ones.
"What happened?!" Natasha shouted, looking past us and at Wanda.
"She saved him. Woke him." Wanda explains curtly.
"Casey..." He murmurs back. My knees betray me, causing me to almost collapse onto the ground because of their jelly-like feel.
"Okay. We need to get her back into bed." Steve says. He moves around the bed and picks me up.
"No... Pietro..." I murmur.
"Casey!" Pietro shouts out my name a little. I watch as Wanda takes the place I once stood as Clint and Natasha follow Steve. Clint drags the IV along beside me.
"Pietro..." I hold my arm out, wanting to get to him, wanting to touch him. But I cant move on my own.
"Casey!" He shouts out, full force, pulling himself over the bars of the bed to move around his sister to see me.
"You need rest, Casey. In your own bed." Steve says, his voice strong and determined.
"All I need is him." I whisper out, feeling weaker by the minute. Steve ignores me and places me carefully back on my own bed. He goes to stand back up to his full height when I grab his arm.
"MRI," I whisper. Steve's brows furrow. "Order an MRI."Â I manage to say out in a whimper before I loose consciousness again, my brain knocking around my skull like a tornado.
A/N:
YAY! She saved him. I was in happy feels and it just made me more satisfied to save him then It would've if Casey had to go through the emotional trauma and blah blah, writing stuff.
Wow... this book has about one or two chapters left and then it's done. How do you think Casey's gonna react to the whole Bruce thing? I haven't written it yet so even I don't know. And honestly, I have no idea.
We will see.
Do you guys think she's gonna be apart of the new avengers group that they had shown at like the ending of AOU? More importantly, do you think she's team Captain America or team IronMan for CW??? These are important questions. Questions I have just thought of asking even myself.... yeah. So enjoy the rest of the book, I hope you liked the parts before this too :))