Possible Trigger Warning: Suicidal thoughts

Chapter Seven

Elena's POV

When we got to the new Avenger's Compound, they had Pietro in the medical wing. Pietro's body, at least.

My mind was going a million miles an hour. The entire ride back to New York I had been thinking.

I could help, I could do something good. A final act- maybe, but it would be good. Not evil, not how I grew up.

The more I thought, the more it seemed perfect. If I could only do it. I had told the team I was going to rest and put my plan into motion.

I was walking carefully, making sure the few nurses or doctors we had on site didn't see me. I was surprised by the staff they had here. I wonder if they moved from the tower to here.

I take a deep breath as I walk the halls. I don't even know if this will work. For all I know, I could kill myself for nothing. I've never done anything like this before.

I felt bad, not saying goodbye to the team. They had no idea what I was planning. As of now, they think that I'm in my room, sleeping off the battle.

Still, I don't think about turning back. The thought of Wanda was enough to keep me focus. I know how losing family feels and if I can help her, I would.

She had been so distraught, crying. Newly formed Vision even tried to comfort her. Yet, there was nothing I could do for her there, I've never comforted someone before.

I get to the room where Pietro's body was lying. I'm lucky, there was no one in there. That would have been quite a hinderance to my plan.

I push the door open and slowly close it behind me.

I take a deep breath. There is a sheet over Pietro. I walk over to him.

It hadn't been that long ago since he had been an enemy. A volunteer of Hydra and then accomplice of Ultron. Still, he had a good heart. He worked with us. Saved Clint and a child.

I pull the sheet to unveil his face and upper body. He's still in his blue uniform, bullet holes still there. I've seen dead bodies before. I've been the cause of dead bodies. A hazard from my own time with Hydra. His eyes are closed, his skin is pale and stiff.

I take a deep breath. I hope this works.

Negative thoughts start building in my head. That it won't work. Healing and bringing people back from the dead are two very different things.

Plus, it could be the last thing I do. Surprisingly, that bothers me less. As long as it's not for nothing. Would it make up for all the bad things I've done? No. Yet the idea of no longer having fear and pain was appealing, making this process easier.

I grab his wrist. I'm beyond happy when I feel the drain that comes with healing others. The feeling that I'm trading my strength for theirs.

I look at my hand and see the veins on my arm turn gold all the way down to my hand passing through me and onto Pietro's hand, moving up his arm. It was a good sign. Of course, I can't see them, but I've been told that my eyes turn gold too. I don't notice a difference there.

I'm breathing hard now. This is taking up a lot of my energy, just like I thought it would. I grab the table for support with my other hand.

A few moments later, my vision goes blurry, the room moves. I slide to the floor, but I make sure my hand stays planted to Pietro's wrist.

I realize a problem with my plan, if I passed out before I have fully healed him, that would be bad.

I feel my eyes become heavy, but I force myself to stay strong. Years of Hydra training has prepared me for this. I've been through so much worse.

I hold on as tight as I can to Pietro. After what feels like a century and a half, I hear him suck in a breath. For all I know I imagined it but a feel a sense of relief and calm anyways.

The relief comes just in time, because I can't hold on anymore and I allow the darkness to come over me.