Blood slowly seeped from three bullet wounds; two in the left shoulder and one in the right leg, but she was slowly losing the clarity of her vision. She exhaled in a sigh, trying to bite back the scream that was forcing itself forward. She'd made a stupid mistake and now she was paying for it. Natasha and Clint had warned her not to go alone, especially not when crossing into the enemy's territory, but MaCayla hadn't listened. Now, she was bleeding out on to the pavement behind a bar somewhere in New Mexico.
Rain slowly started to drizzle out of the sky and night was quickly approaching. MaCayla knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to make it out alive. New Mexico was known for its hot days and cold nights. She'd die of sickness if she didn't bleed to death first.
A loud roar of thunder broke through the air as she risked a glance up at the sky. It was in that moment that she realized she was being watched. Someone was guarding over her. Staring up at the blackened sky, she cried out and begged to be heard.
"Help me. Please, Thor." Thunder rang out louder than before and lightning flashed as a speck of red descended from the sky. MaCayla closed her eyes and relaxed a little bit. Help had arrived.