How did I always manage to find trouble? It's like I'm a magnet for crime, injury or just my own clumsiness, I must be a magnet or else there would be a sleeping super solider next to me. I woke up groggy and it excruciating pain about half an hour ago, as yet he has not moved. I slowly tense all of my muscles starting from my toes all the way my body. My right leg doesn't move as it should, I look down and there is a neon pink cast covering most of my foot and ends just below my knee. I fucking hate the colour pink. My left leg seems ok, a bit tender and on further inspection a bit bruised. I start to feel across my stomach, poking, prodding and occasionally wincing as I find bruises that I don't remember getting.
By far the worst pain is my head, not in one spot just all over. It feels like a smouldering fire all over my scalp. I reach up to have a feel and my head feels huge I start to panic thinking that it is swollen and then calm down as I figure out that it is just bandages. Having a good feel around my head two calloused hands take a firm hold of my wrists and pull them away from my head. I look around to see that the sleeping soldier is now awake and has a very concerned look on his face. Its either concerned or horrified I can't tell the difference, which makes me think of my face. I need a mirror.
"How are you feeling Doll" he whispered but it sounded as though he had just bellowed in my ear. I winced and moved away from him as far as the bed would allow.
"I will get a nurse, stay there and don't try to get up" he whispered even quieter than the first time he has spoken. I looked up and he was gone, presumably he went to go and get a medical professional. It was only then I realised I didn't know where I was. I seemed to be in a hospital of some sort, it seemed private and very expensive. I had a window I stretched up to get a better view and what I saw was beautiful. The New York skyline at night looking over Central Park. I started to panic. There were no hospitals in this part of the city. Where the fuck was I.
"Hello Amy I'm Doctor Helen Cho and this is my friend Doctor Bruce Banner. How are you feeling" an Asian woman whispered, apparently aware of my hearing issues. She walked forward slowly looking at my IV whereas the male doctor stood at the foot of my bed reading off a see-through computer with the super solider standing quietly next to him.
"Where am I? What Happened? Who are all you People" I whispered angrily and confused, it would have been full on shouting but I knew that my head couldn't take it. They all looked around the room, then at each other. Clearly deciding what to tell and what not. Seeing them do this brought tears to my eyes.
The solider moved to my side and grasped my hand in his huge ones, I tried to pull away be he wouldn't let me, he just held on against my weak attempt to get him away. I looked into his eyes and saw sorrow mixed with guilt. His eyes seemed familiar, like I had seen the recently but I couldn't place where or when. He looked away to the others and they nodded and left, leaving me alone with the man out of time.
"Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Steven Rogers, you can just call me Steve" he told me, his voice no longer hurting my head. He shook the hand he was already holding and released it. I pulled away from him rubbing it from where he had gripped it tightly.
"Steve Rogers, as in Captain America Steve Rogers?" I asked double checking my thoughts on who he was. Steve nodded and rubbed his face, he looked tired.
"Do you remember what happened, why you are here?" he asked hopefully, I don't think he wanted to explain but unfortunately, I didn't remember and he seemed to know.
"You were in an accident yesterday morning. I was my fault" he whispered looking down and hanging his head.
"The last thing I remember was walking out of the coffee shop on my break, I was going to head the library to return a book" I told him thinking hard on what I had done the day before.
"I was crossing the road, and heard a screech, it must have been brakes or something. I remember being on the floor, my coffee cup near my face" closing my eyes I could see it clearly, then it all went dark. My last memory.
"Yeah about that…" Steve dragged out rubbing the back of his head. This ought to be good. I turned and sat facing him and folded my arms over my chest.
"Basically, I was rushing back to Avengers Tower, which coincidently is where you are now actually, because Tony Stark had sent an urgent message for us to 'Assemble' so I hopped on my motorbike. Now I will admit that I was doing well over the speed limit but you were jaywalking! And by the time I had seen you it was too late. I did try and warn you but there was no way you would have heard me over the noise of the bike…" Steve explained using too many hand motions.
"Wait a fucking minute. You ran me over!" I screeched to him, headache now forgotten
"Language Amy" He scolded.
"Na huh, I will use whatever language I like. There I was just going about my business and you came along and fucking ran me over" I bellowed jamming my finger into his chest, not quite understanding his muscle mass my finger screamed out in pain, not that I let it show.
"You were jaywalking! And I didn't technically run you over, I hit you. You never went under the wheels. So, I rang an ambulance and got you brought here, to Avengers Tower because I knew that Doctor Cho was visiting and she is the best doctor I know. You've been unconscious since you arrived" The soldier told me. Me. I was fucking livid. Why did he have to bring me here? The one place I had manage to avoid since being in New York.
You see I am using a fake name. My real name is Amy Eloise Stark.