Anya sat in one of the hard, uncomfortable chairs bouncing her knees up and down in nervousness. They were in the half of the facility that hadn't been blown up. Clint and Wanda were sitting to her right, talking quietly. Natasha came into the room and Anya looked up.
"Where's Pooka?" she asked Nat, her eyebrows coming together over her anxious violet eyes. Natasha shrugged and Anya jumped up, her body tense. She swayed as a wave of nausea came over her but managed to stay on her feet.
"Where do you think you're going?" Wanda demanded as Anya began walking away.
"I have to find Pooka," Anya breathed. Clint, Natasha, and Wanda exchanged confused looks. They knew she shouldn't leave but they also now knew that she could easily get past all of them. Anya managed to walk out into the sun and grass. She looked around and bit her lip.
"Pooka?! Pooka!" Anya screamed. She walked out a bit farther and narrowed her eyes. Suddenly she heard a bark in the distance. Anya began running towards the dog, hoping it wasn't a trap. Hydra could not take Pooka. He had information that would help the Avengers rebuild. She finally saw her white husky. He was lying on the ground, whimpering and Anya noticed how hurt Pooka was. She let a cry escape from her mouth and collapsed on the ground next to him. She put her hand on Pooka's wound and began doing what she did best. She began to heal Pooka. This wasn't half as hard as healing a human and therefore took on minimal effort. She was done within minutes. But she still felt the wave of nausea overcame her and she let the blackness that she had held off since healing Pepper overcome her. Pooka looked at his unconscious owner and willed himself to grow to twice his size so that he could carry her back to the safety of the other humans.