"Nora! On you're left!" I spun, aiming my gun and firing. Perfect headshot. The mercenary crumbled to the ground and I rushed forwards, hiding behind sand bags. I felt Steves shield fly over my head and the loud clang it made told me it had hit one of them. I shot up, gun raised and fired. Missed. Damn it. I used my power and lifted the second mercenary off his feet and threw him into a wall. Steve ran forwards and grabbed his shield, throwing it again. I hit one guy and ricocheted into two others.
"Nice!" I yelled at him and he flashed me a quick smile. I stood gun raised and realised there were only two guys left, I fired, hitting the closest guy in the arm and Steve punched the last guy. I moved from behind the sand bags, into the centre of the carnage. We cheered and woohooed and high fived and then I felt it, blinding pain in my stomach. The edges of my visions went red, I could see my pulse and my blood vessels pumping. I shook my head trying to clear my vision but it only aided in making it worse. Then the red faded to black. I'm going blind. Oh no, Oh my God, I'm going blind! What will I do? My head screamed as I felt myself falling forwards.
"Nora!" the sound echoed. The voice sounded distant, but I could see Steve shouting, right in front of my face. I saw him catch me. "Nora!" He screamed again.
"Sleep." I murmured. My eyes closed. I cold still hear screaming, but I just wanted to sleep.
"Urgh! Damn it." I raised my hand to my head and then my eyes, rubbing. I opened them slowly and colourful specks floated in the light, ranging from purple to blue to red and green. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear them.
"You're awake." Came Steve's voice. He came from around the top of my head and came into view. He looked concerned, the worry dripping off of him like water. Poor Cap, always so caring.
"Yeah," I said "What happened?" I pushed myself into a sitting position and then squinted as the room spun.
"You got shot." He started.
"I know that, Captain Obvious." I joked. He scowled at me.
"There was a guy on the opposite side of the sand bags where you were hiding. I didn't see him until it was too late, he fired and then ran. I caught him after you passed out. I carried you back." He shrugged.
"Huh, I've never been shot before." I stated "It's not fun, I don't recommend it." I added.
"Very funny. Fury told me to keep you here for another day." Then he injected me with something. It made my brain fuzzy and I was so relaxed.
"Hmm. Sleepy." I muttered softly.
"Sleep, Nora." I heard and then a hand was on my shoulder, pushing me into a different direction. Down.
"Okay, nighty nighty Cappy." I giggled. I heard a snort.
"Alright, dopey. Go to sleep. We'll see you tomorrow." I felt something soft and moist touch my forehead. Did he just kiss me? His hand squeezed my shoulder and I drifted to sleep.
"I heard someone got shot and called Rodgers Cappy!" a voice yelled.
"Urgh. Stark," I whined. "Why are they torturing me. Why did they send you?" I opened my eyes slowly and saw his bearded face laughing at me.
"Don't be like that, c'mon, up." He took my arm and placed it over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" My brain was still fuzzy.
"Taking you too your room. You should at least be comfortable if you're going to be all stupid." He said, taking a step towards the door and pulling me gently. I matched my steps with his and we walked like that to my room, his other hand on my waist to support me. I hated this, helplessness. Others having to walk me to my room, scratch that, Stark having to walk me to my room. He opened the door to my room when we finally made it. He walked me inside and sat me in my chair.
"So what do I owe this act of kindness?" I asked him, eyeing him cautiously.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He replied.
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Alright, Fury told Rodgers to do it but he's busy, he asked me to do it instead." Was all he said on the matter.
"Hmm. Okay. If you don't mind Tony, I'd like to go back to sleep now." I hinted for him to leave but instead he picked me up and carried me to my bed. "Why does everyone keep doing that?"
"Cause you're so small." He answered and tucked me in.
"Alright. Papa Stark." I laughed and started to doze off.
"Ew. Don't call me that again."
"Okay, Papa Stark." I chuckled and snuggled into bed. I heard a "Pfft" sound and the door opened.