The boy stood in the centre of the road, so frightened, so alone. I ran to him but he was so far away. The Chutauri were coming, firing their weapons – firing at the boy. I kept running – I could make it, surely I could make it. My legs burned with the effort of running but I was no closer to him.

Then the boy was hit. His tiny frame was thrown back, smashing into the hard ground. I screamed desperately. This wasn't fair, it wasn't right. I crouched by his side, shaking him gently, trying to wake him up. His clothes and hair were scorched, his childish features tarnished with traces of soot. Please wake up. Please, please wake up!

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"You could have saved me. But now I'm dead. Why didn't you save me? Were you ever able to save me? Or are you just holding on to the belief you're not a monster?"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I touched down in Stark Tower. There were two of them – two 'Loki's standing parallel to one another. The first stood tall, snarling threats and insults at the other; he had blue eyes, cold and harsh, full of cruelty. The second was cowering away, arms raised to protect himself. He didn't say a word, but his bright green eyes welled with tears – he was so scared.

The blue eyed Loki struck out at the other, beating him across his back with the sceptre.

"Stop! Stop it!" I yelled, but he ignored me. I tried to pull the green eyed Loki to safety but the fiercer one knocked me away.

I stumbled, tripping backwards and falling from the Tower, falling fast, so far from the ground. As I fell I could still see them fighting. The green eyed Loki fell, his torso hanging out over the edge. I screamed to him again as the other Loki appeared above him, holding the sceptre – I screamed, trying to warn him, but I was too late. The blue eyed Loki plunged the sceptre into the others back.

"Why didn't you save me?" he whispered as he died, his voice ringing in my ears.

But the green eyed Loki laughed, "Save you? She can't even save herself!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I was falling, the explosion and Stark Tower above me, the ground coming to meet me so fast. I twisted in the air. I could see the team standing, watching me fall. One by one they turned and walked away; Thor, Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, until only Bruce was left.

I cried out to him, as I fell I pleaded with him to save me.

"You?" he scoffed, "You're not worth saving"

Tears fell as he walked away. The ground was so close, rising quicker and quicker and quicker… So close; closer and closer and closer…

I shut my eyes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I screamed as I sat up in bed. I couldn't breath, my throat closed up. I sobbed; my heart racing in my chest as tears flooded down my face. My whole body trembled. I put my hands to my face, hiding my tears. I wept loudly in the quiet room.

I froze as I heard the door open.

"Amanda?" It was Bruce.

"Uhh, I… it's… um, just…" I couldn't get out a proper sentence, and I wouldn't able to get him to go away.

Bruce turned on the bedside light, "Amanda? Are you alright? What happened?"

I twisted away from him, "Nothing, I'm… it's nothing"

He sat carefully on my bed, "Amanda?" He put his hand on my shoulder, "Manda, you're shaking"

"It… it's nothing" I breathed harshly.

"Amanda… Amanda, look at me" I bit my lip and tried not to cry. Nightmares I'd gotten used to, but this was different. Slowly I twisted back round, bowing my head, avoiding Bruce seeing my face.

Bruce cupped my cheek, softly running his thumb across my cheekbone. My breathing hitched. He tilted my head back; gazing down at me he wiped the tears from my face, "What's wrong? You can tell me"

"It was-" my voice cracked, "it was just a stupid nightmare"

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"No. No…"

"Does anyone else know about-"

"No! No, you can't tell anyone. They're going to let me out tomorrow, if they find out that-"

"It's okay, it's okay." Bruce rubbed my arm soothingly "I won't tell anyone. Do you have nightmares often?"

I nodded, "But not like this"

Bruce ran his hands down my arms, "What do you mean?"

I was still shaking, my throat was raspy and my heart still pounded painfully in my chest. "Usually… after a nightmare I normally just wake up – my heart's racing a little but that's it. When I woke up this time and, and I- I couldn't…my head, my h-heart- it… I, I couldn't… I…" I broke down again, hyperventilating uncomfortably and shaking more violently.

"Shh, shhhh" Bruce wrapped his arms around me and holding me close to him. I gripped onto his top, unable to calm myself down. "It will be okay Amanda, just try to take deep breaths, alright? Deep breaths"

Deep breaths. I sucked in a deep breath before shuddering as I breathed out again. Breathing hurt so much. Bruce rubbed my back and held my hand, "There we go, well done Darling"

I took a few more deep breaths before letting out a shaky laugh, "Darling?"

"Yeah – I said that"

We laughed quietly and before long I was breathing evenly again. I rested back, Bruce's arms still around me, "Thank you… Darling"

Bruce chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair soothingly, "I'm taking it you feel a bit better now?"

I smiled bashfully, "Yeah, better. My head's still a bit sore though, what's your professional opinion Doctor?" I laughed softly.

"Well," he shifted closer to me, "I'm not that kind of doctor, but I would recommend… a kiss better"

I looked at him, unsure if I'd heard him right. He leant in and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead. As he sat back I came forward, put my hands on his shoulder, leant in, millimetres apart, about to… but then I looked away. What had I been thinking? "Bruce, I'm sorry, I-"

I was cut off as Bruce brought my head around and pressed his lips to mine. My heart rate soared and I could feel a blush come across my cheeks. Bruce tangled his fingers in my hair, his other hand coming to cup my waist. My hand traced down his chest, while my other rested across the back of his neck.

Eventually we broke apart, still wrapped in each others arms. "Bruce…" I breathed.

He smiled widely, "I'm sorry, was that too forward?"

"No"

"No?"

"Definitely not" I shook my head. As I leant in again, I whispered, "Never, Darling"