Today is Friday, I update today. School this week was easy, save for the fact that I'm pretty sure I killed all my brain cells doing my drawing I homework. So much sharpie...Anyway, enjoy the chapter.
Light. That was all Whit could see for a few moments, as if she was looking though the crack in a door trying to see what was on the other side. Her head felt shaky and otherwise ached like no headache she had ever experienced before, it felt as if someone had smashed her head into the wall numerous times to see what would happen.
Searching through her own murky memories of what had happened and how she had gotten to where ever she was Whit slowly remembered how she had come to this situation.
She had fallen from the sky, as far as she could tell she was human right now, for she could feel the coolness of the air on her naked skin.
With a small gasp she tore her eyes open and looked around frantically, where had Bruce fallen? Trying to get up Whit cried out in pain as she moved her shoulder the slightest bit, she'd never felt pain that terrible before. Shifting her shoulder again Whit bit down on her cheek harshly and grit her teeth, she hadn't looked at her shoulder yet, but there was something wrong with it that kept her in place.
Testing her neck Whit turned to look at her immovable left shoulder.
There was a sharp sort of metal beam sticking out of her shoulder, not a very big one, perhaps the size of a flute, or a piccolo. The sight of her own shoulder made Whit want to gag, whatever the thing in her should was, it was covered in blood, her blood, which still seemed fresh on its surface seeing as how she could see drops of it slowly moving towards her skin. Moving her other shoulder Whit tentatively touched it, crying out in agony when it sent tremors of pain throughout her body.
What was she going to do now?
Biting back her screams and groans she moved her hand to her back slowly and carefully, gasping and choking on her own breath when she felt the bar on the other side of her body as well. This meant that the bar was stuck somewhere beneath her, and that she would have to either wait until someone found her, or pull herself from the bar.
Slowing down her breathing Whit let a few tears fall down her cheeks, now that she was awake she was beginning to regain some of the feeling in her back and the left side of her body. After touching the back of where the bar was protruding from her body Whit felt a warm slickness on her hand and fingers. Bringing it around to her face she saw that her hand was covered in blood, which would explain the warmth she felt on the bare skin of her back. Even as she glanced over at the left side of her body Whit could see that her blood had coated shoulder and arms, making it look as if someone had dropped paint on her.
Quite faintly Whit wondered how everyone else was doing, did they crash into the ocean? Were they able to stay in the sky? Had Loki gotten away? Was everyone okay?
Closing her eyes tightly she let her hand wander back to the other side of the wound, where the bar disappeared into the rubble, the small touch of her fingers sent vibrations of pain through her body again. This made Whit clench her teeth, tasting blood in her mouth from her cheek she knew that if she was going to have to pull herself from the bar quickly, as if she was taking off a band-aid. Of course it was going to hurt, but laying there and leaving the bar in her would prevent her body from healing at all.
Since Whit isn't human, more of a mutant, she healed faster than human, and therefore could survive more than any normal human could, because if she was a human the fall would have killed her. If she was human a bar through her would have killed her, if she was human she wouldn't be here at all. Instead she was a freak, choking on her own breath as she got ready to pull herself off of a bar that was impaled in her body and preventing her from moving.
Taking a few deep breaths Whit experimentally tried to move her body ever so slightly off the bar. The pain was nothing short of terrible, freezing her thought process and making her cry out in misery, she was torturing herself by trying to move away from the very thing that was causing her such feelings. She tried once more, biting down on her lip roughly in order to keep herself from screaming. It was too much, too much pain; all she gained was a bleeding lip and vision blackening agony.
Gazing at the ceiling Whit could only imagine how such a thing could have happened while she was unconscious. It was obvious that she'd broken through the ceiling, which in turn had caused debris and rubble to crash down before her, catching a bar somewhere along the way. She must have fallen directly on it.
If Bruce saw her now, what would he think? What would he say? What would Steve say?
Letting a small laugh escape her lips Whit mustered up everything she had before changing her right arm into its stronger form and pushing herself off the ground and away from the bar that pierced her body.
At first she felt the relief of being free wash over her, but then she felt the painful agony return to her, cutting through her body like a knife through water. Even after she had escaped the bar Whit writhed on the ground unable to bring herself to her own feet, it was the first time in a long time that she felt death would be an easier way out.
Immediately the thought was erased from her mind, she had to live. Her friends still needed help, Loki needed to pay for what he'd done, she still had to kiss Bruce and tell him how she felt when he was in the room. She had to tell Tony that he was a stuck up prick, and she had to tell Steve that it wasn't going to work out between them because she liked someone else.
With all of this swirling around in her mind Whit dragged herself to her feet, nearly slipping on her own blood she steadied herself shakily against a nearly destroyed wall. Clutching her shoulder Whit took short breaths as she took each step carefully, aiming for a door a few yards away. Feeling the stickiness of her own blood on her feet as she walked on the concrete made her sick, but she kept walking. She could feel her wound closing up slightly, connecting skin and tissue back together, hopefully it would heal by the time she got to Stark Tower.
It didn't take much to figure out that Loki wanted to show everyone who was going to rule over them, and what better place to do that then Stark Tower.
"Are you okay?" A voice broke Whit from her thoughts. Turning her head back towards the now ruined building she saw an older looking man gazing at her with a sort of empty expression on his face.
"For the most part," Whit replied faking a smile. She hoped that her teeth weren't bloody at the moment, which would definitely freak the old guy out. Even as she spoke a trail of blood was traveling down her arm towards her still useless hand, dripping off her fingertips onto the concrete.
"At least take some clothing with you," the old many commented. He then produced a couple shirts and a pair of old pants from behind a pile of rubble, she was just happy that he wasn't questioning her too much.
Of course the man had seen two figures fall from the sky, one of them looked like a monkey, which was more normal as opposed to a big green man. So he went to look after the green man, only going back to the monkey when he heard someone cry out in pain. That's when he saw a naked girl, bleeding from an injury on her shoulder, which he was definitely curious about, but she seemed to be fine. If she could walk, that meant that she could walk herself to a hospital or something.
Glancing back to the girl every now and then he saw that she wrapped one of the shirts around her shoulder before she put the other one on, it was much too large for her, not that she cared. She then put on the pants before looking back at him with a soft smile on her face.
"Your green friend is over there," he said pointing back towards the building. Whit had the urge to go see him, but she had a feeling that if she went back in there, she wouldn't want to leave his side, and she needed to get to the city.
"Is he alright?" She asked twisting her face worriedly.
"He seems fine," the man commented easily enough. Whit sighed relieved; of course Bruce was okay, the man was practically invincible, if a fall like that didn't kill Whit, it certainly wouldn't even wound him.
"Take care of him for me?" She questioned kindly. The man nodded at her slowly. He was going to stick around anyway. "Thank you," she murmured before turning and walking away from the building.
"Good luck," the man called out to her. Perhaps it was the fact that he was getting older, but he could have sworn he saw blood seeping through the back of her shirt.
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Finally rousing awake Bruce glanced towards the source of the voice that was speaking to him so casually. His eyes locked on the older man who looked like he was a security guard or someone on patrol, he made a few comments about the predicament that Bruce seemed to be in at the moment. To which Bruce asked if he'd hurt anyone, the man said he hadn't, just scared some pigeons.
They spoke a little bit more before the man threw him some clothes, commenting about how he'd been naked when he fell through the roof, which made him smile slightly, it was good that no one had been hurt in the process . Faintly there was something in the back of his mind nagging at him, scratching his brain, urging him to remember something.
For a moment Whit flashed in his mind, first he saw her calling his name gently, then she was fighting against him, and then they were falling together.
Putting the clothes on Bruce looked around the now ruined building, had she really fallen with him?
"Was there anyone else with me?" Bruce asked the man hesitantly.
"Yes," he replied simply. That single word made Bruce's blood freeze, she had fallen with him, where was she now? Was she injured, wounded? "She landed over there," he motioned towards the other side of the building which looked quite destroyed as well.
While putting the shirt on Bruce carefully walked over to where the man had pointed, there was another hole in the ceiling, so she'd crashed next to him at the very least. Climbing over the rubble Bruce didn't know what to think or feel when he saw what was waiting for him in the crater she'd left.
Whit was gone, but there was a puddle of blood next to a bar that was sticking out of the rubble oddly.
"What happened to her?" Bruce wondered aloud.
"She walked away," the old guy explained, purposely leaving out the part about her getting impaled on the bar.
"So she's okay?" He asked looking back at the man with a grin on his face. Of course she couldn't be one hundred percent okay if that was her puddle of blood on the ground, but if she'd been able to walk away it meant that she'd make it. Right?
"Kind of," he said shortly.
Turning back towards the puddle of blood Bruce walked over to it, letting his eyes catch a bloody hand print on the wall where Whit had steadied herself. Looking back at the blood puddle he saw that there were red footprints leading away from the building, soon the footprints disappeared. Though occasionally there was a red handprint on the side of the building, he could only imagine what kind of injury Whit had.
"Do you have a vehicle I could use?" Bruce asked without looking back at the man.
"Take my bike," he said simply.
Soon enough Bruce was on his way to Stark Tower, hoping that he would catch up with Whit on the way, a wounded girl can only get so far with just her legs taking her there. It was when he turned the corner that Bruce saw a figure leaning against the wall on a building. What really caught his eye was the blood stained shirt that they wore so easily as if it was skin.
"Hey you!" Bruce called out to the figure, if it wasn't Whit he could just drive right by them, but if it was.
The figure turned its head towards Bruce, and that was when he saw those weird animalistic eyes that could only belong to Whit, it was her! Whit looked back at him with recognition on her face, smiling she waved at him, despite the fact that she was still leaking blood Whit could feel herself getting better.
"Whit!" Bruce called out to her frantically. Stopping the bike abruptly he jumped off and ran towards her right as she began to slump towards the ground like a wilting balloon. He caught her gently, placing her on the ground with such care one would think her made of glass, but that was what he felt like she was.
"Bruce," she whispered his name softly. He looked at her with such worry in his eyes she felt as if she might cry; she didn't want him to worry about her. "This is nothing, I'll be fine," she said gritting her teeth against a new wave of pain.
Inspecting her wound Bruce opened her shirt to see a bloody mess of a shoulder, looking back up at her face quickly he saw that she was looking at him sternly. Looking at her shoulder further he saw that pieces of skin and tissue were slowly linking back together, healing faster than any other human would heal.
Taking the already bloody shirt Bruce tightened it around her shoulder, watching as she hissed in pain and refused to let her tears escape from her eyes, when he was sure that the bleeding would stop Bruce put her shirt back on and looked at her worried. She looked paler than usual, of course that was normal after losing as much blood as she had.
"Up you go," he muttered picking her up and placing her in front of him on the bike. He then sat down behind her and wrapped his arm around her hips protectively, this was his fault, and the least he could do was keep her safe right now. "We have somewhere we have to be right now," he commented before starting the bike and driving off.
His plan was to drive both of them into the city, but to leave her at a hospital before meeting up with the rest of the team, she was in no condition to fight anyone.
He found her!
So I'm almost one hundred percent sure that if I woke up and there was something sticking out of my body I would scream, a lot, and then I would die.
What did you think though? Weren't expecting that?
Thank you for reading!