"Do you love him?" Nick Fury asked with disbelief.
"Y-Yes." Helena choked out.
"Would you die for him?"
"Yes, I'd give everything for him." She cried.
"Even after everything he's done, Miss Park?"
She always struggled on this one. "Yes." She said breathlessly.
Fury leaned in and whispered venomously, "And do you really think he would do the same for you?"
That's the tragic part really. She didn't know
"I'm sorry Dr. Banner, but could you remind me again how this happened?" Helena said stifling a giggle and finishing up the stitches on his hand.
"Tony has quite the fascination with my 'other half' so to speak. He's always testing me; today it just happened to be with a jar." Sighing, he looked down at his hand, "Well, on the bright side, these stitches make me look pretty cool." He laughed nervously and got up to leave. "I'll see you around, I guess."
"Alright, try not to over work that hand doctor." She smiled at the man as he left, and began to gather up the paper wrappers and gauze. Helena Park had worked for Nick Fury and the Avengers as a nurse for many months now and had grown used to the sometimes immature ways of the six heroes. She threw the mess away and walked to her friend's office just around the corner.
"I'll be heading out now, Alice, I'm all done for today."
"Oh, you're never done with work when it comes to the Avengers. Leave your phone on." Alice laughed and returned to her work.
Helena walked down the gray halls of the building that Sheild called home. The sound of her footsteps echoed off of the cold tile floors. The space felt too empty for an organization as powerful and secretive as Shield, but as she always had, she brushed away the feeling and asked no questions. She was only one of the few specially chosen medical staff working for Sheild, and more specifically, the Avengers. There were always questions, but seldom answers. Why was she chosen? Why were any of her coworkers chosen to care for this team of super heroes? Whatever the answer was, she was content not knowing. She knew that it was for her safety, she knew that Agent Coulson was a kind man who knew the best for his team. If she was to be a part of that team, she had to trust him.
One of the many benefits of being on the team was her own apartment. Of course it was inside the head quarters of Sheild, but it was better than living in the dangerous part of New York that she was in before she was recruited. She reached the door of her apartment; it was as cold and metallic as the rest of the building. She slid her I.D. card through the scanner and turned the handle to open the door. The door opened up into her living room, with large floor to ceiling windows. There was also a small bedroom and bathroom to the right and an unimpressive but neat kitchen that connected to the living area.
She looked out at the setting sun over the city and wondered what the rest of her life held. The sun was gleaming but it started to get darker in Helena's vision. She squeezed her eyes shut as her head began to swim. She opened her eyes but things were getting darker; she couldn't breathe properly. She fell to her hands and knees and tried to keep conscious, but her breaths came in staggered gasps. She looked up in hopes of finding the phone that had fallen out of her bag. Instead, in the darkness that was her remaining sight, she saw a tall, pale man with raven hair, and then nothing.