I finally figured out how to do the line thingy, so now I can do a legitimate introduction!

Hi! I'm Abby! This is my first ever fan fiction so please play nice. I hope you like the story. It's been floating around in my head for almost a year and it feels great to get it down. For those who are wondering, I'm going to try to update twice a week. If that doesn't happen I should be able to update at least once a week. The chapters are pretty short after all. I haven't finished all of AOS yet. I'm 5 episodes away from the mid-season finale, so please don't give me any spoilers. I also want to apologize in advance for anything that may be inaccurate. Please review if you have any comments or suggestions. It helps me a lot. I'll answer them when I can.

Because of stupid copyright laws, I don't own any marvel characters, I'm just borrowing them to use as I please.

I open my eyes to a startlingly white hospital room. Soft sheet rest on my legs and a thin pillow rests beneath my head. My eyes drift lazily around the rest of the room, my mind half asleep. To my right, there is a cream-colored curtain drawn across the length of the room. There's a door on the wall to my left. I glance down at my body. My right arm has an IV stuck in it, and my fingers have a small clip on them. I can hear a faint beep that coincides with my pulse.

My mind begins to sharpen, and fear begins to soak my thoughts. 'What happened?!' I ask myself. My breathing and my pulse quicken. I try to think back before this morning. Nothing. I can't remember anything. I sit forward in my bed, and look around, trying to find something that can jog my memory. With no luck, I panic. My instincts tell me to get out. Scared and without anything else to go on, I trust the inclination. I'm going to try to escape the hospital.

I reach forward to unclasp the grey clip from my fingers. A sharp pain shoots up my left shoulder and down my back. 'What the hell?' I grab it, trying to soothe the pain. Once it subsides to a dull throb, I pull down the shoulder of my hospital gown, revealing a large purple bruise. 'How'd I get this?' I silently ask myself. The bruise goes a small length down my arm, past my line of sight, and up my neck. I lean my head back, testing the extent of the wound. I wince as a smaller pain begins to spread down my back, and to the left. 'Great. This makes everything so much easier,' I think to myself.

I carefully unclip the gray clasp from my fingers once again, this time successful. I un-tape the IV, and carefully pull it from my arm. I cringe as the needle slides out from under my pale flesh. I grab a few tissues from the nightstand next to me, and hold them to my now bloody arm. I quickly stand, hoping to get out of here as quickly as possible. I remember I'm in a hospital gown, and curse. 'How am I supposed to walk around in this thing?' But, as I move, I discover that I have a tank top and shorts on underneath the gown. I quickly take it off. 'Great. Now I just need shoes, and then I can get out of here.'

Outside of the hospital room is a large hallway. I don't see anyone besides a small red-headed nurse scribbling on a clipboard. 'That's odd. Aren't there usually more people in a hospital?' I ask myself. I dismiss my thoughts, 'It must be early.' I should be concentrating on escape. To my right, at the end of the hallway, is a door flashing EXIT. 'Perfect.'

I quickly tiptoe to the door, hoping the nurse doesn't catch me. My hand rests on the handle. I swing it open, and slip through the small crack. It silently shuts behind me.

I breathe out a heavy sigh. 'Hallelujah.' There are cheap concrete stairs and plaster walls in front of me. 'I'm almost there,' I remind myself. I just have to get down and out. I fly down the first few flights of stairs, but I'm I'm winded by the time I get to the fifth floor. I must have been in the hospital for a while. I'm pretty out of shape. Some shoes sure would be nice. I pace myself the last few flights.

I get to the second floor when I hear a door open beneath me. 'Oh !' I scramble, looking for a place to hide. Nothing. Just dusty stairs everywhere you look. There's a door to my left, opening to the second floor. There's a sign above the door that reads Psychiatric Ward. I quickly push through it, hoping nobody heard it click shut.

This floor looks almost exactly like the one before. I wait by the exit, in hopes that whoever was climbing the stairs would be gone. 'Just wait 60 seconds,' I tell myself. I begin to count. I only get to 21 before a nurse in pale orange scrubs turns down the hall. There's no doubt that she saw me. Our eyes met as soon as she turned the corner. 'This is just perfect.'

The brunette nurse begins walking towards me. "Miss, you're not supposed to be on this floor," She begins. "Can I help you find your room?" She speaks soothingly, probably because she has experience talking to unstable patients. I don't know what to do. I don't want to go back to my room.

Without thinking, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Can you lead me to my belongings?" She looks confused for a moment. She stares blankly at me for a while. I don't know what I've done. 'Just run,' I think. I would take a lot of effort, but I think I could do it. But my gut tells me to wait. The nurse shakes her head, looking dazed, and then she stares up at me as if nothing's happened.

"I would gladly lead you to your belongings," She says. She has a dazed expression and emotionless eyes. She's looking in my general direction, but it doesn't feel like she's looking at me. 'What just happened?' I ask myself. The nurse turns and begins to walk down the hall. "This way." I hesitantly begin to walk behind her. I have no idea where this woman is taking me. She could be leading me to a lethal shot for all I know, but, against my better judgment, I'm not too worried about the outcome.

The nurse leads me through the hospital, to a small room full of lockers. She jingles her keys around, searching for the correct one. She eventually unlocks a locker with the name Jane Doe written on the top. In it are some worn clothes and sneakers, a cell phone, and a small wallet. The nurse hands me the items and walks out. I watch her shut the door, leaving me in here alone. 'Okay...?'

I dismiss her behavior, 'Whatever.' My priority is shifted back to escape. I quickly change into the normal looking clothes. They fit perfectly. I look completely ordinary. The cell phone is cheap. The screen quality sucks, and a keyboard comes sliding out from the bottom. The wallet has about $200 in it, but no form of identification or anything telling. The hospital didn't know who I am either, or they would've assigned me anything but Jane Doe. I tuck the wallet and the phone in my pocket, and leave the room.

It wasn't hard to find the stairway again, and after that, leaving the building was pretty easy. Someone even left the back door propped open. When I find the final exit, I slip out of the hospital, and into a large booming city.