Two days late, you don't care, just want to read, I totally understand. So read on!


Waking up to the sound of screams Whit gasped as her mind tried to grasp at anything it could to remember what happened to her.

Her shoulder had gotten impaled into the ground but she'd made it away, and Bruce had found her, after that her memory seemed to turn black; she'd probably passed out from all the blood loss. So where did that leave her?

Looking around the room Whit could tell that she was in a hospital, she'd only been in one her whole life but she'd remember the coldness and fear that radiated off the walls forever. This place was full of death and sorrow, and she hated being here, but Bruce didn't know that. She'd bled enough on his shirt for him to be frantic with worry, leaving her with the best doctors that he could, and even then he hadn't wanted to leave her. What if he hadn't done enough, what if she never woke back up?

This had gone through his mind while he dropped her off, leaving her in the care of strangers, but that was the best he could have done, Whit knew that.

Another scream brought Whit back to reality, why were people screaming anyway? Glancing around her body Whit saw that she was hooked up to a few machines, the steady beeping of one of them made her anxious. Glancing out her window shakily she saw something zoom by it before she heard a crash that shook the entire building, and suddenly Whit knew what was happening.

Loki had been able to call upon his army.

Ripping the tubes out of her arms Whit looked out her door just in time to see a nurse run by it followed by something Whit had never seen before which she guessed to be friends of Loki. Still unstable on her own feet Whit stumbled around before finally catching herself on the wall with her good hand. It was then that she noticed the bandage wrapped around her other shoulder; they'd taken good care of her while she was out.

Suddenly all of her senses came back to her, before she hadn't noticed that there was a bit of muffled barrier around her, as if she had just gotten hit in the head. For now as she took a few shaky steps she could feel the cold tile against her bare feet and feel the cool air through the thin fabric of the medical gown she wore. The smell of medicine bit at her nose and the strong scent of blood was beginning to waft through the hospital as she strived forwards still.

The pain in her shoulder seemed to be clogged for now; the doctor had probably given her morphine or some type of strong pain killer, for she felt as though only a small portion touched her. Which was very welcome, pain would only make it harder for her to do anything, and she needed to do something. These aliens were in the hospital, and she doubted they would be kind to sick people, in their eyes it was just a human that was easier to kill.

Then there was another scream that shook her brain, making her want to cover her ears at the loudness of it, these were the horrors that she remembered from her last stay at the hospital. Not knowing what happened, then remembering and being useless to do anything.

Whit wasn't going to let that happen this time, last time she could do nothing, but this time, she would fight.

The feeling of itchy fur started to course over her skin as she urged her transformation to take place despite being weak and drained of energy. She could feel her feet get bigger and her body shift in size as everything about her changed, her teeth grew longer and her sense of smell more acute. Now she could smell the stench of the alien that was thundering down the hallway towards her room.

A growl escaped from Whit's throat before she pushed herself from the wall and into the hallway, grabbing the weird creature and throwing her out a window forcefully. Smiling she watched his body fall to the ground before she turned to run down the hallway towards the other alien who seemed ready to kill the nurse it had chased down.

Ignoring the pain in her arm Whit launched herself onto the monster, ripping at his armor with her claws she tore into his flesh, biting her teeth against the pain that seared through her own body she caught her claws in his neck. Tearing through it she jumped from his falling body towards another alien, catching this one in the chest she ripped at his body, pulling at his skin until he was screaming out in his own form of pain.

The nurse next to her screamed and ran away to come to a halt when another alien jumped through the window to meet her. Whit growled at the thought of these things being endless before she picked up the still struggling alien and took a few steps with it in her arms above her head. With a roar she threw the thing at the other one, sending them back out the window and leaving a nurse to stare up at something she did not know was on her side.

"Evacuate the hospital, keep everyone away from the windows," she spoke in her ragged voice. The nurse looked nothing other than scared. Frightened by the aliens that were coming left and right to attack anyone in their sights, scared of being killed for being at the wrong place, and petrified of the monstrous form in front of her.

"Who are you?" She finally sputtered out. Regardless of the fact that the thing in front of her was anything but human the nurse wanted to know, who was this? Who had saved her?

Whit looked out the window; one of them was still intact, and looked at her own reflection. She saw a creature with golden eyes staring back at her, blood soaking its fur from its victims and from its own wounds. This was who she really was, if she could help people like this, than this was what she needed to be, and there was only one word that could describe her as she was.

"I'm just a monster," Whit muttered before jumping from the window. Putting all her strength in her legs Whit was able to force herself towards the other building where she grabbed onto the walls and started to pull herself up the side of the building.

The nurse looked after the creature, thinking anything but monster, even the word hero passed through her mind.

By now Whit figured that the Avengers had begun to wreck havoc on the intruding force that was tearing through the city, finding her predication true when she saw Tony fly past her and shoot at a ship that had been aiming for her. Smirking Whit jumped for the ground when she saw that there were masses of the aliens covering the streets and shooting at anything that moved.

Landing with a tumble she reached for the closest alien she could find before launching him at one of his buddies, tearing through the streets she knocked aliens aside left and right before she heard someone scream for help.

"Mommy!" A child's voice broke through all the noise. Whit could not even stop herself before she was careening down the street towards the source of the cry.

Whit couldn't help but let her mind flash back to when she was a child and she used to get lost in the forest. Her father would search for her all night until he finally had her in his arms.

Biting back the memory Whit jumped over a pile of cars to see a little girl trapped in a car, Whit could see tears racing down her face as she pounded on the glass of the window. There was just something about the little girl that forced Whit back into her past, making her lose her grasp on reality. Perhaps it was the fact that her wound had reopened, or that pain was starting to block out anything else, but suddenly she was looking at herself crying in the ruins of an old house.

Ironically enough it was the child's scream that broke her from her memory, thrusting the world back into her vision Whit turned around to meet an alien's weapon that knocked her to the side.

Forcing the black spots in her eyes back she grit her teeth against a new pain before she reached for the things throat, tearing through it before the thing could even make another sound she found that their necks seemed to be the weakest parts of their body. Although the only way to get to it was from the dangers of close combat, and then one would need claws in order to rip it apart.

Ridding the area of aliens Whit finally ripped the door from the car and allowed the little girl to run off into the arms of a woman with ruined make-up and teary eyes. Whit wanted to smile, but was afraid it might frighten them further, so she chose to leave instead.

"Wait!" A voice called from behind her before she had the chance to jump away. Whit turned to look at the woman who was clutching the girl tightly. "Thank you," she cried out to her. She then picked up her child and ran away.

If Whit could have done anything she wanted to at that moment she would have said you're welcome, or done a little victory dance, or something, but she had to go. The thank you did not fall onto deaf ears though; if anything it propelled Whit forwards even as her shoulder sent new waves of pain every time she moved.

After fighting her way farther down the street Whit almost shouted out with joy when she saw the familiar face of Steve beating down on as many aliens as were next to him, looking more like a hero than she could ever look.

Lurching forwards Whit rushed to fight by his side, all feuds she had had with him blew out the window as she threw aliens this way and that by his side.

Glancing over in her direction Steve smiled and laughed lightly.

"Nice of you to show up," he grunted while hitting someone with his shield.

"I found some trouble along the way," she replied back with a smile of her own.

When Bruce had finally shown up Steve wondered greatly where Whit was, he'd heard from Fury that she fell with Bruce, but now she was nowhere to be seen and there wasn't enough time to ask what had happened. So he'd dismissed it, hoping that somewhere along the way she might show up and help wreck her own version of havoc on the aliens.

Here she was, fighting alongside him right where he'd wanted her to be.

"About the other night," Steve started, still fighting. "I didn't mean it," he muttered throwing an alien to the ground.

"It's okay, I forgive you," she said before throwing her enemy into a car. Steve wanted to say more to her, but right now wouldn't exactly be the right place to do so, but after this was all over, he was going to take her out. Just like a man should, and if Bruce got in his way, he'd manage somehow.

From the corner of his eye Steve watched Whit fight, perhaps it was something about the way she moved, the small jerk of her body every now and then, or the blood on her shoulder. Steve knew she was hurt, how badly was a mystery, but it was no secret when she had to keep clenching her teeth and closing her eyes whenever she stopped fighting. This worried Steve, for he knew that she was needed in this fight, but he didn't want her to slowly bring herself to the brink of passing out.

"Well, it looks like you've got things under control down here," she growled unknowingly clutching her shoulder. "I'll see you later," she was about to jump away when Steve stopped her.

"What happened to your shoulder?" He questioned letting a dark expression come over his face. Whit froze, jerking away from him until she could jump away and he would be able to do nothing about it.

"I got hurt, pretty badly," she said with a small laugh. Not that it was funny, but for some reason Whit thought it silly to be stopping during a battle such as this to ask if someone was okay. Of course things were not okay, many people were dying, aliens running amok through the streets, and he was asking if the blood on her shoulder was her own.

"If you keep fighting you might," Steve started to say before Whit cut him off with a depressed laugh.

"Die?" She questioned taking a step away from him. "I know," she muttered before jumping away from him powerfully. She heard him call out for her, but soon his shouts were taken over by screams and explosions.

It was true, that if she continued to fight she might die, but she certainly wasn't going to let that happen, as long as she could still breathe and call out to her friends she would make sure to stay alive. At least long enough to ensure that everyone was safe, because if there was anything that she wanted to protect in this world it was her friends.

Sure, people called them freaks and outcasts, people called them monsters and experiments, but they had still accepted her for what she was, laughed with her, kissed her, and that was more than enough of a reason to die for. So she clung onto a building jumped towards a flying worm thing there was no thoughts of regret that passed through her mind.

This was for everyone she cared about, and for the planet that she had hated at first, but grown to love.


Yes, this is late. I'd promised to update every Friday, and I apologize. I had to write an essay this weekend, study for a math test, and handle a garage sale. If it was up to me I'd have been writing instead, but I didn't have the chance.

So there it was, again sorry for the delay, I'll try to update it sometime this week before Friday so you'll have two new chapters instead of just one.

My new story is out, its called Abandoned, Not Forgotten, so go check it out...or whatever.

Anyway, what did you think? There will be more tension between Bruce and Steve, no worries there.

Thank you for reading.