Will's Point of View:
Clint repeatedly asks over comms if Steve can see Natasha. He's been looking for eyes on the spy since she disappeared after dropping something called the cradle off with us. Now the machine that Ultron is so desperate to get his hands on is in the back of the jet and static is the only response we're getting.
Then, with a finial crackle, Steve's voice comes through the headset I was given (after much pestering). "We need an extraction," a pause " Nico's down." Clint lets out a sigh, but changes course.
"What happened?" I question. That idiot better not have shadow traveled or raised the dead.
The beat of silence as Steve considers my question lasts too long. "I don't know; he teleported." I don't let him finish. Instead I cut him off with a curse under my breath.
I told Nico not to use Underworld magic, but nooo. Why in the world would the son of Hades actually listen to his doctor? "We're three minutes out from your position." Clint comments.
"Try to make it two; he doesn't look to well." Steve urges. The jet rapidly gains speed. I have to grab onto something just to keep myself from face planting on the steel flooring.
Barton was true to his word. Less than three minutes later, we arrive at the place Steve's locator says he will be. Out the front window I can see people hurrying out of the way so that we can land. We hit the ground with a jolt. I have my medical kit in hand and am exiting the jet before the ramp is fully open. The crowd isn't too bad, but there are still enough people that the only reason I know where to go is because Steve towers over everyone else. I weave around people until I reach a circular clearing in the crowd with Nico laying in the middle. Steve was right, he doesn't look very good.
Nico's longish hair fans out like a halo around his head. The dark black clashes his noticeably paler than usual skin color, which is saying something since he normally has the complexion of a vampire. His faint olive coloring is all but faded, making him look more translucent than healthy. "Have you tried to move him?" I'm not sure I want to know the answer.
"No."
I raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Why not?" I try to take a step forward since it looks like the Avenger isn't going to do anything. Without demigod reflexes, I'm sure I would have ran into the small girl that might as well have materialized in front of me.
"That's why." Steve explains.
Blocking my path to the unresponsive boy is a young girl with wavy, shoulder length, reddish blonde hair. I try to go around her, but she moves to disrupt my path again. She changes her stance to cross her arms tightly across her chest making it clear that she isn't expecting to let anyone through. With a resigned sigh, I crouch a little so that we're closer to the same size. "That's my friend over there; I need to get to him." I try to reason. The kid tightens her grip on something in her hand and starts to chew on her bottom lip. Yet she still doesn't move. "I'm his doctor; I can help him." This time she looks directly at me with deep forest green eyes. A nod, so small that that I almost miss it, tells me I'm allowed through.
I straightened up and finished the walk over to the sone of Hades. I kneel down next to him. When I go to grab his hand (for medical reasons) I right through him. This isn't good.
"We should get him back to Dr. Banner." Steve doesn't sound like he's gotten any closer. Probably still can't get through the little girl. "He needs a doctor."
"I'm his doctor." I begin to dribble a couple drops of unicorn draught through Nico's slightly parted lips at a time. He has a couple cuts and bruises, but I'll nothing to drastic; I'll deal with those later, right now I need to focus on his fading.
"A real doctor." Steve suggests. I stop giving Nico the medicine so that I can turn back to stare at Steve in astonishment. Even my dad seems to be offended. I can tell by the way that the sun is only shining directly into he eyes of the Avenger. Captain America is forced to shield his eyes with his hand to protect his retinas. The little girl playing guard laughs at this.
"No so called real doctor will know how to treat Nico's condition." I probably sound bitter, but I think it's warranted.
"Condition?" Steve stops trying to get through the one girl barrier.
If I wasn't so sure that Nico is unconscious; I would think he was listening. What other explanation could there be for such perfect timing. As if to answer Steve's question, the unicorn draught begins to take effect. The shadows are expelled in a circle around the pale Italian. I activate a bit of my healing magic to protect myself front the spreading ring of decay. Steve takes a step back, clearly he doesn't have any idea what's going on. The grass withers and dies all the way up tot he edge of a pair of lilac sandals. A slight olive hue returns to his skin, but his eye remain shut.
The spontaneous browning of the vegetation draws attention. I can't work with all these people glancing over at us in confusion. We need to move Nico before our exit is blocked. A presence appearing beside me draws me out of my thoughts. The girl has abandoned her post to come over and join me at Nico's side.
The child reaches out to place something in Nico's open palm. miraculously it doesn't go through him. A second glance reveals that it's a Hades card from that gave Mythomagic. That must have been what she had in her grip. I can't help but smile as she turns to me and hands me a card too. This one having a drawing of Apollo on the face of it. If only she knew how close to the truth she is.
"We should go." Steve must have recovered from his shock. He's right. I shouldn't have lost focus.
"Agreed," the blood flows through my legs when I stand up "but we may have trouble moving Nico."
"What's the problem." Steve actually looks worried. "I though he was just tired."
Ha! "More like exhausted, but that's not the problem." I correct. "Nico may or may not be tangible at the moment."
The little girl stands up now. "Like a ghost?" She asks . For a moment no one says anything. I guess they are as surprised as me that she decided to speak.
"Yeah, like a ghost." She beams, clearly proud of her analogy.
"Then maybe I can help." I didn't travel much as a kid, and being a demigod limits me from traveling now, so I have no idea where the accent that spoke is from. The person offering to help is female; she has longer, light brown hair and a determined look about her.
"Hi, um, and you are?" What else was I supposed to to? A random girl shows up out of nowhere claim that she can move a person that can't be touched. That's weird even by demigod standards.
"Will, these are the Maximoff twins." Steve introduces. I didn't notice it before, but the man standing behind Steve does sorta resemble the girl. Except for the fact that his hair is snow white.
"I'm Pedro; she's Wanda." Pedro clarifies I'm the same accent as his sister.
"And I'm Ashley." The little girl pipes up. Wanda gives her a small smile.
"Sorry, how are you going to move him." I bring the conversation back on track.
Wanda lifts her hand. A red mist like substance flows from her fingers and creeps toward the some of Hades. "You don't look surprised." Pedro points out.
I just shrug, still watching as the red smoke lifts Nico off the ground. "I've seen weirder." An image of Lou Ellen turning a group of Romans into swine comes to mind. Thankfully the white haired man doesn't question me anymore.
The rest of the super human group leaves with Nico to put him on the jet, but I say back for a moment. "Is he going to be okay?" Ashley asks. I turn toward the red blonde haired girl.
"He'll be fine." I assure her. "He has to be." I say it more to myself.
"He saved my life." Ashley bends down to where the the Hades card fell when Nico was moved. She picks it up and hands it to me. "Will you give it do him?" I take the card from her and nods. It, along with my Apollo card, goes in my medical bag for safe keeping.
"Will, we're ready to go!" Steve calls over the crowd.
"Okay, be right there!" I yell back. Ashley covers her ears to block out my loud voice. She doesn't uncover them until I motion that it's okay to do so. "We have to go; you should go find your parents." A flash of sadness, maybe fear, crosses her face then disappears all in an instant.
"Okay." Her voice is smaller now. I was planning on offering to help, but she slips into the crowd without another word and vanishes in the people. I cast one more quick glance back in the direction that she went then I head to the jet. I have a patient to take care of.
time skip*
Clint went ahead with the cradle, so Pedro, Wanda, Steve, Nico, and I ride in a different jet to meet up with Bruce and Tony. I don't know the name of the agent acting as pilot. No one made a move to tell me and I'm to busy with Nico to ask. The unicorn draught I gave him helped, but he still hasn't woken up. "How's he doing?" Steve asks when we begin our descent.
"Well he's not see through anymore." Captain doesn't look very comfortable with my bluntness.
The jet before he can ask me anything else. Wanda used her magic to move Nico while Steve leads the way. We end up in a state of the art hospital like room. Wanda let's Nico down on bed in the corner of the room. I turn on all the lights as I enter the room in order to drive away the shadows.
The twins have been silent ever since they heard we were coming to a Stark facility. That leaves only Steve to question my actions. "Shouldn't was get Dr. Banner?" He asks.
"No." Is my automatic answer. A doctor who doesn't know the patient is useless compared to one that does. Steve raises his hands in surrender.
"Can't we at least try to wake him up he looks dead." I roll my eyes. The son of Hades always looks that way.
"You can try, but I don't recommend it."
The super soldier chooses to ignore me warning. We watch as Steve walks up to the bed. Of course as soon as he goes to touch Nico something goes wrong. I know from experience not to wake a sleeping Nico. His training kicks in and Nico punches Steve right in the nose. Nico's eyes are still shut.
Steve's nose isn't broken, but he still staggers back in surprise. I bite back an "I told you so" which is fine since Pedro laughing in the background says it for me. "We'll leave this to you." Steve decides. His voice sounds a little nasally. He exits the room; Wanda and Pedro follows.
"Are they gone?" A voice asks from the corner. I spin around and find myself meeting the darkest chocolate town eyes I've seen. I breathe a sign of relief. "Well?" Nico asks again when I don't answer.
Authors Note: Hello readers! Hey it hasn't been 3 months between updates this time. Thanks for reading, voting, and your comments. This chapter was particularly written on my phone, so please tell me it I misspelled anything or if there are any grammar mistakes. I was hoping to do a question and answer with you guys, but I'm not reviving questions so I don't think I'm going to do it. Thank you if you did summit a question though.
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