AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I know this fanfic starts off kinda slow and dry. Bare with me. :)
Reviews, comments, and questions are loved

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"Tony, hand me a scalpel," a tired voice ordered. The shifting of clothing and the light clanking of small metal objects were heard. "Thank you," the voice spoke.

"Is she going to make it?" another voice asked, assuming it was this 'Tony' person.

"I'm not sure, she's a wreak. I'm surprised she's even alive right now."

A sudden sharp pain on my stomach, something like a stabbing, a cutting. I could feel my face tighten and contort from the pain, but I was unable to open my eyes, unable to move, my body wouldn't listen to me, I couldn't scream out.

"Bruce! Stop!" The voice I'd assumed was Tony's yelled out. "Look at her face! She feels that!"

"What?"

I stopped feeling that cutting feeling, but the pain that was already there was still unbearable.

"Shit…" The voice said. I heard more shuffling around me. "Get the anesthetics!" he ordered, his voice had picked up from that tired one I'd originally heard.

More shuffling. A small snap.

I started to feel more pain throughout my body. It was more of the achy kind of pain, that annoying pain… But it was getting worse… It was hurting too much! I can't even describe the pain I felt!

My reflexes told me to move. I had to move, to get away, I was in danger! I tried to clench my fist, and to my own subtle surprise, it did. I could move again! I groaned out loudly, and my back arched, but that only caused more pain, making me start to scream in this hell. My eyes shot open and I was immediately blinded by a bright fluorescent light, making me shut my eyes again tightly.

"Tony, hold her down! Don't let her move!" the panicked voice said frantically. I felt a strong pair of hands on my stomach and chest, pushing me back down, flat on my back. Somehow the owner of these hands had been able to use enough force to manage it, and be gentle enough that it didn't really hurt me. After I'd been laid flat again, I'd noticed that the hands didn't leave my body, still holding me down as my body began to spasm from this pain… or maybe it was anxiety, I did have a history of panic attacks, that would often have me shaking as if in a small seizer.

"Calm down, beautiful, you're gonna be alright," Tony's voice said reassuringly.

Beautiful…?

"Bruce, c'mon! She's having a vagal response!" He suddenly said. I could hear his voice being directed away from me.

"Just keep her down," Bruce told him, his voice seeming to get closer. I felt something light rub against my hand and instinctively jerked it away in a startle.
"It's alright, just an IV line," Tony said, his voice back to reassuring again.

My eyes opened slowly this time, but that damn light was still too bright. I had to fight to keep them open and to focus on the room I was in. It didn't look like a hospital at all… or at least any place I'd expect an IV or anesthetics to be held. It looked more like heaven really… or at least my version of it. Higher end technology everywhere! Holograms, robotics, huge servers off to the side… I couldn't even identify most of this stuff!

"There, she should be out in a couple seconds," Bruce's voice said from behind me.

Out?! What did he mean? Oh, anesthetics…

My eyes drifted to the other side of me, finally seeing the man holding me down, my body still shaking. Short dark hair, kind of messy, goatee. He seemed familiar.

He'd caught my gaze and looked back at me with a blank expression. I saw someone else move out of the corner of my eye, but my vision was starting to lose focus. I maybe only lasted three seconds like that before I blacked out.