"Agent King, for the last time, could we please have your attention?" Said agent Maria Hill, snapping me out of my thoughts.
My gaze was transfixed upon the floating city. Thousands of thoughts blazed through my mind, but it felt like there were none at all. It's not everyday that a person sees an entire country lift into the air.
People were scrambling around, riffling through papers, making frantic calls, shouting to one another and there I was, just frozen in thought and awe.
"I'm sorry ma'am, what was it you wanted me to do?"
"I need you down in the med bay, we need all the hands we can get" she said walking towards the exit to the main deck to greet a landing pod. "Lifeboat six has important personal, it's gonna be the only one to land on the hellicarier and not on the ground."
"Who's on it?" I asked, following at her heels.
"A couple Avengers. We got word that they've got a man down" she stopped before she reached the door, her hand resting on the thick steel. "You can fix that right?"
"It all depends on how down he is" I stated.
"Shot mulpitle times through the abdomen."
"No head trauma?"
"None."
"A pulse?"
"No readable one."
I clicked my tongue and shook my head as I stuffed my hands into my pockets. "You're making my job harder Hill, but yeah, I can fix him."
"Then get on it" she said, the ghost of a smile on her face and relief filled her eyes.
My work is nothing near as technical, or as well known as Dr. Helen Cho's, but I was hired and trusted by SHEILD so prestige didn't really matter to me. As long as I save a life at the end of the day, I'm happy.
I made my way to the medical bay, having to squeeze through crowded halls and navigate through loud voices. Once the sliding glass doors to the bay closed behind me, quietness fell upon everything like a suffocating blanket. A girl with straight blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, pale skin and thick rimmed square glasses looked up from the tablet she was typing away at. She tapped the bottom of her glasses so they didn't slip down her nose and smiled at me. I vaguely noticed the body on one of the rooms operating table.
"How's he looking Morrison?" I asked walking over to the computer to look at his stats. Of course, all vitals were at zero or there was nothing to read.
"Well, he's as dead as a doornail" she said pushing off the desk that she was at, rolling chair to an open area.
"Wanna fix that?" I asked. A grin spread on her face and she hoped off her chair, going to a panel in the wall. She typed a code into what seemed to be just a white wall but it triggered a hydraulic hiss, opening up a shelf that held a pristine row of vials that contained a translucent blue liquid. Only three of them were lined up like little neat soldiers ready to save a life.
I dug a syringe out of a kit and took one of the vials from her and took a deep breath as I extracted the precious liquid.
It was a little bit painful to be using some of it, but I figured it was a worthy cause. Only five vials of the stuff was ever created and it was used sparingly. we're only to use it if the cradle won't work or if if there's no time for that. Agent Morrison and I weren't technically part of the medical department, we were a small subdivision that gets minimal funds or recognition, but we can reverse the death with only an injection. No vast and technical surgeries, no alien blood, just a serum that bring back the dead. Well, only if it's been less than an hour since the heartbeat flatlined.
I felt with my fingers along the mans neck to find a prominent vein. It was the first time I actually got a look at him. To put it in a quaint way, genetics did him well. His hair was curious though, it was a bleached white color, but also brown. It was like it could make up it's mind as to what color it wanted to be. Regardless, it suited him, made him look more mature. He was built well, like an athlete and you could hardly tell that he had been gunned down, only the red stains on his shirt gave it away.
I carefully injected the serum into his veins and took a step back. It didn't need to be pumped around the body by a heart beat, it had a strange way of reaching the heart in a matter of minuets if injected into the right place.
"Now we wait?" Agent Morrison asked, tapping her glasses up again.
"Now we wait" I confirmed, sitting on another operating table.
She had never done this before. She was only 18 and had only become my assistant by accident. She filled out the wrong form, but hey, it turned out to be a happy accident and in result, I can confidently call her my friend. Her first name is Emma, but no one uses first names around here often. There can be multiple Emma's running around the agency but only one Morrison. Just like my name; Yelena, I'm not the only one, the other is an elderly woman who answers the phone, but I'm the only King.
We sat in silence for awhile. Emma was holding her breath the entire time until the muffled sounds of shouting penetrated through the minuscule crack in the sliding glass. My head shot up and I saw a few people attempting restrain someone who I could not see. They were obviously winning because the small clump of people were still approaching our sect. I stood up quickly and went to intercept them at the door, blocking the entrance.
I saw an agent get shoved into the wall by a pair of hands that came from a person who was smaller than him and clearly female. A hand was placed on her shoulder to stop her by a different man who looked vaguely familiar. I finally got to look at the person who had been shouting. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me standing there, her eyes were bloodshot and tracks of dirt and dust had gathered all over her person. She was slightly out of breath and she looked almost crazed.
"I want to see my brother" she said and I noted her accent. My eyes flicked towards the agents who had attempted to stop her and they looked utterly unwiling to try and stop this girl again. I looked to the man who still had his hand on her arm. He gave me a tiny nod.
My mind was racing as I tried to make a quick decision. If these agents seemed afraid of her I figured I should step aside, so I did and she and her companion brushed past me. The agents that accompanied her made a move to enter the room, but I put my hand up to stop them.
"It's okay" I said quietly, still watching the girl carefully.
She had stopped again when she saw her brother, taking small steps towards him, almost apprehensively. She reached her hand out to touch his arm, but I stopped her.
"Wait" I said and she paused "he'll come back in a few moments now" I added gently, worried I would make her angry. After all, her dead brother was lying on my operating table.
Morrison had surprided me by acting as if the intruders had never shown up. She went up to the man on the table and began applying moniters to his temples and attaching an IV to his arm. She felt his wrist for a pulse and paused for a moment as she gaged if there was anything for her to feel, she then looked up to me and nodded briefly. i smiled a bit, relieved that it all had been successful.
"You can stay" I began, breaking the silence as the girl finally placed her hand on her brothers arm "but, you have to tell us a few things, names, affiliations blood type if you have it..."
"My name is Wanda Maximoff and this is my twin brother, Pietro. We are with the avengers and no, I don't know our blood type. "