Chapter 2: How am I supposed to feel?
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The machines in the room beeped and hummed as Banner moved to and fro attaching different wires and IV's to Ivara and checking different vital sign readings that the monitors were showing him. She was in pretty bad shape but he had seen worse. She was extremely malnourished probably from months without proper nutrition, she had 4 cracked ribs, her left arm was broken in three places and she had a serious gash on her head that had been crusted over with blood he first got to it. Bruce sighed as he put down the Ivara's medical chart and and ran his hands through his hair. Fury and the other avengers had been in meetings all day trying to figure out exactly what they were going to do with Ivara once she woke up. Natasha was adamant that Ivara was taken into custody just because she was Loki's daughter and therefore in her mind was just as crazy as her father. Thor was obviously fighting against this as she is his niece. His argument was that just because Loki is her father does not make her crazy. He pointed out that she does have another father who she did see on a regular bases when she was younger so she has part of him in her to. Bruce sighed again and turned back to Ivara to see the girl sleepily blinking her eyes open...
Clint sighed and dropped his head down on the table top as Thor and Natasha started going at it again. They had been fighting for hours over what was going to happened to Ivara and it was really starting to piss him off. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel about Ivara being there. On one hand she was the daughter of a guy who took over his mind and forced him to kill people but on the other hand she was also part human if what Thor said was true. Clint was starting to get a headache so while everyone else was distracted by Thor and Natasha's argument (which looked about seconds away from turning physical) he slipped out of the room and down the hall until he found an air vent. He opened the vent and then pulled himself into the ceiling replacing the vent behind him. He crawled around for a while until he found one of the air vents that led into med bay. Normally he would have know exactly where it was but he was tired and he head was killing him. He moved the vent and then peered over the edge just in time to see Ivara sleepily blink her eyes open...
Ivara blinked her eyes open slowly trying to get them used to the bright light in the room. She blinked a couple more times to focus and then looked around the room hoping she was alone. She sighed when she saw Bruce and Clint standing there but realized that they wouldn't leave a person like her alone in a room even if she was stuck in this damned medical bay. She had always been kind of a loner. She would look around corners before entering rooms to make sure no one was in there and if there was she would come back later or try to see if she could hook the thing she needed with one of her arrows. She sighed and looked down at her arms noticing all the different wires and tubes attached to them. All she wanted to do was go sit on the roof in the corner and look at the city watching people go about their lives. She had always loved being up high even when she was younger. She had been told it was part of being the goddess of archery and that all the past ones had been like that too. She heard someone give a small cough so she whipped her head in the direction of Clint and Bruce locking gazes with Clint as he moved forward...
Author's note: well that's the end of chapter two. If you guys like this story remember to hit that button and leave me a nice review and please no flames.
