Marie's POV:
Darkness.
Nothing but darkness here.
Heavy, Dreary, Silent, and worry some.
I tried to push the heavy feeling, but the more I pushed, the harder it pressed against me.
For a moment I thought death had finally come to collect, but death should be peaceful, weightless, full of light. This wasn't death. It couldn't be.
My heaven should be full of happiness, with my parents, and family. This wasn't heaven or hell.
Yet, as I began to wonder how long I would be here, my only concern seemed to be for little Charlie, Nat, and my brother Clint. I hoped they were alright. Steve and everyone else too.
Clint's POV (Two Weeks Later):
"How is she doing?" I asked, patting Steve's shoulder, as I took the chair next to his in the room, before turning to look at my beloved Eyas.
It had been two weeks since we defeated the bloodsucking asshole ex-boyfriend of my little sister, my Eyas.
She had used up all of her energy to save us, placing her in a very dangerous predicament. Sadly, since Banner is the only one who could help besides Tony, and even he hasn't found anything to help wake her up.
We don't know what is happening to her. All we know is that she might have triggered something within her, sending her into a coma-like state.
"Nothing has changed. She remains in the same unconscious yet stable state." He sighed, dripping his head into his hands, tiredly.
I let out a sigh of my own, wondering what it was going to take for Eyas to wake up.
"Do you think she knew this would happen?" I asked him.
He silently shook his head, staring at her, as she laid there asleep. "No, I don't think she did. Even if she did, she hid it pretty well from all of us." He whispered.
I nodded, suspecting the same.
Just as I was about to reply Vision walked in followed by Tony and Nat.
"What's going on?" Steve asked, standing for a moment.
Vision turned to look at Tony for a moment before proceeding.
"Wanda says Marie may be trapped within the confines of her mind, she may or may not wake up. If or when she comes to. She needs to have only Clint in the room. Otherwise, there is a risk of someone getting hurt." He explained.
Tony looked over at Steve before silently asking him to follow him out of the room.
After Marie had passed out Steve quickly brought her back into headquarters before setting her down on one of the couches before rushing back to us to help.
We all watched in shock as the vampires began to glow like some freaky tree, brightly lit vessels glowing within them before the vessels began to darken, slowly spreading like a disease inside them. As the glow spread, the all slowly began to crumble, until there was nothing left but dust.
Tony, ever the curious asshole that he is, began to sample each and every pile before instructing Wanda to get rid of all of the piles.
Even as I sat here praying to God, and our parents to not take my sister, I could feel overwhelming emotions take over me as I swallowed back the fear I felt of losing her.
"God, please don't take one of the last good things I have left…" I whispered, dropping my head onto the bed next to her cold hand.
If she died, I don't know what I would do. Pain spread in my chest as I thought of losing her.
As I felt the tears stinging my eyes before slowly running down my face, a warm hand suddenly began running through my hair.
Only one person besides Nat does that.
"Eyas?"
I looked up to see the familiar gentle eyes of my sister, as she smiled down at me.
Marie's POV:
The heavy darkness suddenly began to change.
It grew lighter, peaceful, relaxing even. It was then that I knew I was about to die.
The darkness soon turned to a tunnel, one which held a bright light at the end of it. It was warm, and enticing compared to the heavy, cold, darkness. I tried to resist it, but the calm called me like a siren, hypnotizing me.
As I slowly began to inch closer, a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, halting my pursuit.
"Isabella Marie." The familiar voice said.
"Granny Helen?" I asked her, confused, as I tried to take a step.
I only knew her from pictures since she passed away while my mother was pregnant with me, so did grandpa Geoffrey.
This was her. Of that, I had no doubt. She had the same colored hair and texture as my dad. Not to mention, the same colored eyes, and smile that my dad had— minus the mustache.
She reminded me so much of my dad, and how I missed my dad. So much.
"Yes, dear. Now, you have to go back... You shouldn't be here, sweetheart. You still have a full life ahead of you. You need to go back. Now." She urged, guiding me back towards the darkness.
I panicked for a brief second before the darkness began to change once more.
I was now watching myself sleep, while my brother, Clint, sat next to me, praying.
Was he that worried that I wouldn't come back? What did it matter if I was here? I had protected them from the worst. I could leave them now.
"You're wrong you know." My granny said, looking at me sadly.
"How so?" I asked her, doubtfully.
"You will always be needed, darling girl. By your nephew, your niece, your brother and Nattie—lovely girl, by the way— and your future husband, Steve. You might not see it yet, but you are their world. I can't wait to see the rest of your family grow… and bring more beauty to the world. My dear, you'll understand one day. I promise." She said, hugging me once more, before leading me towards the bed, and helping me climb back into my body.
The whole experience was surreal.
It took me a moment before I could open my eyes.
Panic and fear set in before I remembered that we were now safe, and the whole Edward debacle was now over.
We were all safe.
As that fact sunk in, I slowly, yet shakingly, reached out and ran my fingers softly through my brother's gelled-up hair.
I heard his slow intake of breath as he steadily lifted his head.
"Eyas?" He gasped, as I gave him a tired smile in return.
He blinked at me, before shooting up to his feet, and rushing out the door. Only to walk back in a few moments later with everyone on his heels.
They all stared at me in disbelief before I smiled and waved my hand at them with a dry smile. "So, what did I miss?"
Coming up: Epilogue? Maybe.