Artemis' POV

As Apollo snuck up behind him, Bullseye spun around quickly and fired the gun. I only had a second to think, but it only took half that time to decide what I was going to do. I swiftly leapt down from my vantage point on the roof, right down in front of the bullet.

I think it hit me just above the heart.

It burned, as bullets do. But this one was a different kind of burn.

I never hit the ground, I think my brother caught me. I could hear Bucky and Sam taking Bullseye down. My brother was screaming at me, Jessie had pressure on the wound, and I could hear Ethan's distressed voice in my earpiece.

They wanted me to open my eyes and stay awake, but I… I was so tired.

"Artie." A familiar voice whispered, "Artemis, wake up."

"No. Tired." I replied, turning over. I lied there for a few seconds before it occurred to me, my chest didn't hurt, I was just shot in the chest and it didn't hurt. Then I thought of something else, that voice… I spun back around quickly, looking up, "Daddy?"

He gave me his signature 100 watt grin saying, "Hey baby girl!"

I jumped up yelling, "How are you here? Am… am I dead?"

My dad put his hands on my shoulders, "No, Artemis you aren't dead." He soothed, "You're just in some sort of limbo. But don't worry, I'll make sure you get back."

I took a couple of deep breaths before looking up at my dad, "What are you doing here?"

He grinned at me again, "Well, I wanted to see you of course!"

I gave my dad a small smile of my own, hugging him tight and whispering, "I missed you Daddy."

He embraced me, "I missed you too princess."

I pull away, nudging him, "I'm not a princess Dad."

"No of course not!" he laughed, "You're a spy."

"That's right." I smirked. Suddenly, everything started to get a little fuzzy. I squinted at my dad and he just smiled.

"You're going back." He whispered, kissing my forehead, "We've seen everything you've done Artemis, for your brother, for Ethan and the others, and I just want you to know, that your mother and I are so proud of you. The way you handled everything after we died, keeping everyone together, you did better than any of us ever would have."

I felt tears streaming down my face, as I held on to my dad tightly, "Thank you Daddy." I mumbled into his shoulder, "You know, Apollo and I, we miss you and mom, so much."

"I know." My dad replied into my hair, "But the two of you, you have made everything we ever did worth it. And we are so, so proud of both of you. Make sure you tell Apollo."

I nod, "Yeah, of course."

My dad gave me a tight squeeze before everything started to fade. I heard his voice whisper, "Goodbye baby girl" just before I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and a hand holding each of mine.

I squinted my eyes open, Ethan was on my left, Apollo on my right. They were both asleep, there were tubes and machines all over, but I wasn't scared.

I squeezed my boys' hands and smiled as they woke, they were worried, rightfully so, but I knew everything was going to be ok.