Chapter 7


I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing,

Roman cavalry choirs are singing,

Be my mirror, my sword and shield,

My missionaries in a foreign field,

For some reason I can't explain,

I know St. Peter won't call my name,

Never an honest word,

But that was when I ruled the world...

~Viva La Vida; by Coldplay


I had jumped up from where I was sitting and saw Logan slashing his arms through the air. The real surprise was seeing three metal knives protruding between his knuckles. Kitty let out a pained cry when one of Logan's hands nicked her side. Despite the pain in my head, I put out enough telekinetic energy to pin down Logan's arms before someone found the proper binding to keep him restrained.

Once Logan was properly restrained, I eased up on the energy, holding my head, whimpering slightly.

"Zelda," Thor murmured. He slowly stood up and shuffled beside me, keeping an arm wrapped around me to keep me steadied.

"I'm fine," I whimpered, unconsciously leaning into his touch. I could see the worry etching into Thor's face. "I'm serious," I murmured. "I'll be fine. We need to worry about Kitty."

Another explosion could be heard outside the Monastery, making us all flinch. It didn't seem like things were turning in our favor. I swallowed thickly. Looking over at Logan, I hoped—prayed, even—that he was close to finding some kind of solution, wherever he was.

Hesitantly, I went over to where Kitty was sitting—after taking a moment to re-gather my balance—and inspected the wound Logan unconsciously inflicted. There were three deep gashes on her side, the blood was pouring down. There was way too much blood. Kitty was having trouble concentrating.

"Hey, you'll be fine," I tried assuring her, putting some pressure on the wound. "I'll bandage you right up, OK?"

Kitty let out a shaky breath. She nodded, trying for a smile but it looked more like a grimace.

"How many bandages do we have left?" I turned and looked at Clint. I tried keeping as much pressure as I could on Kitty's wound, and thankfully Logan had calmed down some, but the reason for his outburst was terrifying. The good thing was that his knives—claws?—had retracted.

"Not much," he cursed. "There may have been more in the Quinjet."

I swallowed thickly, looking at Kitty almost solemnly. She was bleeding heavily, the crimson liquid slipping through my fingers and down my arms. She's losing too much blood, I thought. We need to figure something out.

"Get whatever you can and give it to me," I exclaimed. Another explosion rattled the Monastery, a groaning and whining sound echoed eerily. "If there's a bucket, get that, too! Fill it with water."

Clint limped over to get the bandages and I saw Thor shuffling as quickly as he could to find a bucket. I looked over at Charles, who was watching the whole ordeal solemnly.

"What?" I rasped. When he didn't answer, I swallowed thickly. "Charles, what is it?"

Before he could say anything, Clint handed me the bandages with whatever medication we had left.


Bobby and Eric had come back into the Monastery via Blink to help us keep Kitty and Logan safe. When they noticed the gouges on her side, they were surprised but didn't voice anything. From what Bobby said, the Sentinels had wounded Bruce, but he was still willing to fight. Steve and the others were still kicking it, which was reassuring as Hell.

I had applied as much medicine as I could onto Kitty's wound and bandaged it up as nicely as I could. The blood seeped through the bandages and it was clear that she'd have to get new ones soon.

"How's your head?" I turned and saw Bobby walk over. I shrugged. "Have you changed the bandages?" he asked.

"Kitty needs them more than I do," I sighed. "Nat stitched me up."

"You'll still get an infection."

I tried for a smile. "Wouldn't that be the damnedest way to go," I said with a humorless chuckle.

Bobby's expression showed me he didn't find it funny.

"We're limited on our supplies in here," I said. "We need to ration our bandages and medicine carefully. Kitty needs it more than I do."

"What about Thor?"

I let out a frustrated sigh. I looked over at Thor, he was leaning against the wall, looking pale. "I don't know," I said. I felt as if my throat was closing up. I tried for a smile. "But we'll get through this," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "Whatever Logan's doing back there...it's going to change today."


Author's Note:

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