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"Oh! I think she's waking up!" I hear a man say as I come to. What the heck happened? I slowly open my eyes.
My superfamily is gathered around me.
"Gah! How? You're-You're dead! All of you!" I yelp, the grogginess zapped out of me.
"Good to know you are glad we're alive..." Tony says in his usual sarcastic fashion. Steve elbows him in the ribs.
"You've been dead for over a month! How can this be?" I ask, baffled.
"We had been compromised, so we shut off communications in order to make it home safely. Off the radar, if you will." Natasha explained.
"I thought my closest family was gone forever. Now suddenly you are all alive. I cried the most and hardest I ever had these past weeks. I...I need some time to sort through this. Would you mind giving me some space for a while?" I ask, too many emotions to count swirling through my mind.
"Of course. Let us give our sister some time alone." Thor says and my now-alive family files out the door.
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I didn't know what to think. Of course I'm happy they're alive. But why couldn't they have come home sooner? Two of them can fly and Bruce can jump like nobody's business when he's hulked-out. Why didn't they send some sort of message? I almost didn't make it through this past month and a half.
I guess I've sorted long enough. I pressed the button on the side of my bed. A nurse walks through the door.
"What can I do for you?" she asks.
"Could you call the Avengers to my room?" I ask.
"Wow. What did you do to deserve such company?" she jokingly asks and hurries out the door.
My face turns into a small smile. "I'm not sure."
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Everyone situates themselves around my bed.
"Beth. We're so, so sorry. We cou-" Steve begins.
I raise my hand. "I have a few questions before you all start apologizing." I interrupt. "Why couldn't you have come home sooner? What happened? You were dead for over a month. I almost gave up. You are the only true family I've ever had…" I say.
"It's such a long story I'd rather tell it to you when you are released from the hospital…" Bruce says.
It just occurred to me that I was, in fact, sitting in a hospital bed. "Oh. Right. Why am I in here exactly?" I ask.
"When you saw us in the front yard you fainted and smashed your head against the corner of your trunk. You lost a lot of blood and there are eight stiches on your scalp as we speak." Clint indicates.
I rub my hand on the back of my head. I didn't notice that it is covered in bandages. My fingers brush the stiches. "Ouch!" I exclaim. "How long am I gonna have to stay here?" I ask to know one in particular.
"Three more days. The docs just want to be sure that you don't have any hidden brain damage." Tony explains. "Although I'm not sure why. All your craziness isn't exactly hidden." he snarkily adds, a grin on his face.
"Don't insult the patient." I warn. "I can get you kicked out." I jokingly threaten. I sigh. "This going to be a long three days…" I add.
"How can we make your stay more desirable?" Thor asks, always the one looking out for people.
I thought for a moment. "Wanna eat some bacon?" I ask, a glint in my eye.
"Anything for the invalid…" Clint jokes, and Tony gets on his cellphone.
"I need seven heaping plates of the crispiest bacon you've got-"is what I hear before Tony walks out the room to finish the call.
You could say I missed them.