"Clovers down!" I heard in my earpiece, which was still attached and humming from the weapon working. I grunted in pain, feeling like it was a seizure that was going to come over me.

"We still need to get Schimit, he's pointing it at the crowd!" I heard Bruce say in panic. I was squirming on the floor, my body twitching without my own accord.

"I'm getting her." I heard far off from normal voice, since my hearing was getting worse and worse. I knew that was Clint, his voice of determination and fear.

"Hawkeye don't you dare." I heard Captain say aloud, their voices are getting farther and farther away.

"I'm not leaving her there to die." I heard Clint scream into the earpiece as I twitched on the floor. Inside I begged him to find me.

"You think we want to? You're not going alone." I heard Widow say aloud. From there on out, I couldn't see anything in front of me, or near me. My body was numb as if it was placed in a cold tank of water and not having any warmth. It was what was going on my brain that was killing me from the inside out. I was seeing flashes going back to when I was younger, then present. It was going back and forth, like a TV recording going backwards and forwards. This was what the weapon was meant for: making your nightmare coming back to haunt you and within time fry your brain into slavery to Schmit. He didn't get me, like he wanted, to get his hacking treasures. So instead, he was going to kill me because of it.

Great.

I saw myself when I was little, my parents talking about how odd I was in front of me even though they thought I would never understand since I was too young. But I did, I knew what they were say before they said it. Why wasn't I normal? Then I flashed forward to when I was in the French Bureau of Haven at 15, working my fingers to the bone finding new things to hack and get into. All I could think about, going back and forth between memories was if I was really going to die here on the floor. My brain was slowly becoming numb, I was loosing little things that I could remember. Calculations, numbers, loopholes to get into a computer, and other things. But I can still remember significant things, my first mission in Germany, meeting the Avengers for the first time and seeing Clint smile at me. I remember him the most: our talks about missions and what we wanted to do in life, seeing him shoot a bow an arrow like he was born to do it, and when he held me in the training room whilst trying to teach. What I would give to have him hold me one more time.

Just one more time.

I was slowly slipping into something I couldn't figure out. I wanted to fight to get out, but it as too strong. Whatever force was holding me was far too strong for me to fight back, and this scared me. I was slowly dying and loosing what I had left as a human being. This was not how I wanted to die, not one bit. I would like to die a old woman, knowing that I gave all I had. And it wouldn't hurt to have Clint next to me, holding my hand.

"Clover! Clover, wake up!" I heard my name being called, knowing that it was Iron Man, making me want to yell out for him to make it stop. But I was frozen in my own body, not being able to move and feeling like I was about to die. He said my name a few more times, making trying to shake me but I couldn't feel him as I slipped, finally slipped into what I thought was my end. My felt my body stop moving as I layer lifeless on the stage, my brain still whizzing about but not as much as before. Please, making this stop. I don't want this anymore. I tried, I tried so hard.

"Emily. Please Emily." I heard Clint use my first name and I felt something take my hand, his hand in mine. It made me smile in my fading brain, knowing that this weapon was almost done with me. I wanted to tell him I'm sorry for not fighting, for not telling how I felt.

To tell him I loved him.

But I heard something crash near me, a loud crash. It was something breaking next to me, and then a loud roar over my head. That roar work me back up to reality and made me take a deep breath, the noise of that roar shook my body back to its function and the numbness was gone. My brain was coming back as I got my vision again, seeing Clint over me, along with Tony in his Iron Man suit and Captain America. All three of them looking over me with worry in their eyes and on their faces, making me shoot up from my spot from the shock that shot through my body. Something shocked me, making me scream out for a second. I was frozen, sitting up in my spot on the nearly destroyed stage and holding out my hands in front of me as if to stop something from hitting me. There was no one moving around me as I tried to breathe again, It was if I was coming back from the dead, feeling tears coming down my face and thinking back to what Schmit just did to my brain. Making me relive my nightmares and having them gnaw at me from the inside out. This was worse than any physical pain that I have ever had to encounter.

"Clover?" Iron Man asked aloud after a minute, sounded a bit scared as I felt Clint take one of my stretched out hands in his rough ones, holding it gently and having me look over at him. His face was soft, filled with relief and happiness as he saw me alive.

"You're okay, you're okay now." he said to me slowly and safely, making me breathe in deeply and know hat I was safe now with them. I placed my free hand on my chest, feeling my heartbeat seeing so fast that it scared me. I looked above me and saw Bruce as the Hulk, looking down at me from his monstrous form and looking rather worried. He work me up, his roar was so strong enough to bring me back. I breathed out slowly one more time as he looked from me over to the plane that was taking off from the floor of Pier 39. I looked at the scene finally, seeing that some people were waking up from the same thing that I did, and others were running away. The pier itself was in bits and pieces, fires in separate places and rubble everywhere. It looked like a bomb hit this place and this was all that was left. I then looked back behind me and saw that the weapon was destroyed completely, looking like it took a hit from a bomb.

The Hulk roared out loud at the plane, moving away from us and jumping high super high to land on the plane before it would go too high. I saw him land on the plane and seeing it fall to the floor in a keep, hearing him roar in triumph as he pounded on the plane. Tony and Captain America got up quickly as Clint helped me up with a hand on my lower back and still holding my hand. My legs were getting back to normal once more, and I felt like I walk around from having a nasty seizure. I breathed again, a couple more breaths as the four of us looked onto the scene that was in front of us. I then looked over at Clint, seeing him smile at me and I couldn't help but big him there on the damaged stage. He hugged me back, making me feel warmth all over again. It felt safe in his arms, and I knew he felt relief from how he was hugging me back

"We need a plane down here for Clover." I heard Captain America say in his earpiece. I then panicked, feeling by back and noticing that my backpack was gone.

"My backpack…" I said aloud, thinking that he took it. But Clint moved behind me to get something from the side, coming back with my backpack and my hoodie. I sighed in relief as he clutched it in his hand.

"No need, I'll take her." I heard Tony say next to me, walking over to me in his suit. I moved away from CLint slowly and saw him nod at me, almost telling me to go with Tony. I lost my contact with him as Tony stood in front of me.

"Let's go little ginger." He said to me, holding out his metal arms. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling the cold metal against my hot skin and he held me close as we were launching in the air. As we flew, I saw Clint looking up at me with his blue eyes, making me smile slightly as Tony flew upwards back to the Helicarrier. I was back with the team once more.

Back from nearly dying.

I was surrounded by the Avengers Team in Bruce's lab, after he ran tests on me to make sure that I was okay. After getting us off of the ground area and away before the authorities came, we had to find out where Schmit was. We got most of the damage done on Schmit and we all came back in more piece. I was grateful for the team then, knowing that they were ally dying to get back to me and make sure I was still alive.

"He's using the machine making people their slaves." I explained to them, still remembering the pain and what I went through, "First he gets you into this coma like state and takes all your senses. It's like he's erasing your life."

"The machine is programmed to make the person a zombie in a sense." Steve added in front his spot, making me nod my head. I can still see the images in my head, making me close my eyes for a moment and take a breath.

"We found him on his own carrier near Russia in the Alps, and from what we gathered we knew that he'll strike there. San Francisco was just a test run, and since we stopped him, we have him on the run now to get it online before we stop him again." Fury explained to me as he walked over to me, having me look up from him at my spot.

"Even though you didn't follow my orders and get out of there, you did find a way to disarm the weapon from getting out onto the public to make it worse." Fury said to me, making me look at him with a small look on my face. He then looked behind me at the rest of the group.

"We head to the Alps." Fury said aloud, later walking out of the room and leaving the rest of us there in the room. I saw Natasha then smile at me, nodding at me once and leaving the room, followed by Thor and Captain. Iron man was the last to leave with Bruce by his side, leaving me with Clint standing next to me, looking over at me and having me rub my eyes. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw what happened to me go on in my head all over again. It was horrid, feeling the numbness under my skin as I looked over at Clint.

"What happened?' I asked him, the both of us knowing that it meant when I was out of it.

"Hulk destroyed the machine while Thor took out some of the solders along with Widow. I tried to take out Schmit, but he moved at the last minute and I got him in the arm and he ran off. Captain got the people out and Iron Man placed a homing device on his plane before he escaped." Clint replied back to me, still looking forward and away from me then, making me feel bad that I inflicted motional pain on him. I sighed and sat up completely from him and walked around a bit to get blood flow to my knees and legs.

"Looks like we need to get ready for the Alps." I said aloud, cracking my knuckles whilst pacing.

"You're not thinking…" He started from his spot.

"I have to, Clint. I'm on the team." I said to him, knowing that he was going to fight with me about what was going to happen to me.

"You were having a seizure and a mental erase on the stage floor in the middle of a war, there is no way you're going back." he said to me in a cold tone, having me look back at him. The voice he was using was of anger, but also a hint of pain.

"But I'm fine now, am I? We need to stop him before he does what he did to me to millions of people." I said to him trying to keep my voice down and not get angry with him. If he picked a bad time to be protective of me, it was now.

"You think I want to see you go through that again?" He asked me, walking towards me and having me take a step back from him, seeing the anger rise from him.

"Do you think I want to?" I asked back at him, "Look, I know the risk and I went in knowing. I got a taste of what he was going to do but it's not gonna happen again."

"How do you know that?" he asked me, his voice now from anger to desperation and hurt. I raised a eyebrow at him, a bit shocked at the emotion I was hearing in his voice and also seeing on his face.

"Clint.." I started, wanting to diminish the topic we were talking about.

"I don't want to loose you Emily!" he shouted from his spot, shaking in his spot and I could feel the hurt in his voice from the other side of the room. I never heard him shout before, and it made me think differential of him then than ever before. I saw his raw emotions for once since we met, and I was beyond it when it came to my emotions. And this was the second time he sued my name, my real name. It sounded beautiful when he said it, raw but beautiful. He sighed and looked down at his spot, having me find my voice again.

"You won't loose me." I said in a meek tone, making sure he believed that he would never loose me. I saw him look up at me with disbelief, thinking that I was going to in fact disappear. But I kept my stern look on my face, wanting to prove to him that what I was saying is in fact true: He wasn't going to loose me. I knew he lost people before, but I wasn't going to be one of them.

I went to sleep that night thinking that was worst was over, getting some rest in and feeling like I was back to normal. But the more I tried to sleep, I was thinking back to what happened to me, how I was almost dead from a simple yet complex machine. I couldn't sleep, not without reliving that moment all over again. I tried to fight it, thinking that I was better than that. But maybe Clint was right, that I wasn't ready to go back since I almost died.

I got up from my bed and cracked my neck before walking towards the door. But before I could even get to the door, I froze in my spot, standing very still before whirling my arm behind me, slamming it into a soldier's head and seeing it hit the floor. Right after, I felt a sting in my neck and I froze, numbness taking my body and I fell to the floor, slamming my head into the floor and seeing a pair of boots walking towards me before sleep took over me.

I was a goner.