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When I woke up, I felt refreshed and oddly calm and satisfied. I opened my eyes to bright light and I rubbed them tiredly, before sitting up slowly and opening them again.
I wondered if I would ever get used to waking up and seeing Steve Rogers sitting in a chair that now seemed to be his. Seriously, no one else ever sat there. Then again, not many people ever came in to see me much.
He smiled at me and my chest felt weird, like my insides tried to somersault but failed and instead just rolled over.
If you have ever experienced that, you will know exactly what I'm talking about.
"How are you feeling?" he asked me, still smiling his small smile.
I looked down at the arm that I smashed the vase in. It was in a cast. I felt to where the glass had cut my face. A plaster. I looked around the room. It was immaculate, everything exactly where it was supposed to be, like I hadn't had a panic attack and destroyed the place. Lastly, I felt to where I felt the pain in my shoulder just before I blacked out. There was a plaster there too.
"What happened?" I asked him anxiously, "Why did it hurt here?" I touched my shoulder, "And why does everything look like I didn't smash it to pieces?" I bombarded him with questions and he gave a dry chuckle.
"Calm down," he said. "What question do you want an answer to the most?"
I touched my shoulder again without thinking about it. He sighed and averted my steady gaze. "I had to sedate you," he looked up at me apologetically, "you reduced everything you touched to rubble, and you were losing a lot of blood too. We had to do something..." he trailed off. "I mean, the Hulk has absolutely nothing on you. You nearly tore the whole place apart!" he smiled ruefully at me. But his expression turned serious again when he continued. "Fury said we couldn't take you to the hospital so we improvised. We took you down to Tony's lab. Bruce stitched you up as best he could, but you were losing too much blood too quickly, and besides that, the glass from the vase had ripped the tendons and nerves in your hand apart," I looked down anxiously at my hand and flexed it; it felt fine, "the glass was in too deep. So we had to...," he took a deep breath and looked up at me, "Don't be mad, okay?"
"Why would I be mad?" I said confused.
"Because... okay, look, you know about the super serum that made me... bigger," I nodded quickly, "well, Bruce has been researching the serum and its properties, and since you were losing so much blood-"
"Hang on," I said, cutting him off and holding up my hand, "the last time he did that and injected it into someone, someone as in himself, he created the Hulk, didn't he?!"
Steve looked at the ground. "Yes," he answered in a small voice.
"And now that stuff is in me?!" I shrieked.
"No," he said hurriedly, "See, Bruce made a mistake in the calculations he made before, plus he didn't have my bloods to help him. He has it tested over and over; he wouldn't have injected it into you if he wasn't absolutely sure that it would be fine."
"What did he test it on?" I hissed through my teeth.
Steve gulped. "He can tell you that himself." He paused. "There is something else you should know..."
"Yes?"
"When you lost all the blood you lost, there was no way you were going to survive the serum when it was injected into you... it was lucky we have the same blood group."
"So you're saying..."
"I'm saying, you have the super serum in you, like I have, but it reacts differently with gender, according to Bruce, and since you're the first ever female to be injected with it-"
"I thought you said it was safe," I said dryly, my eyes narrowing.
"It is," he amended quickly, "But we just don't know how exactly it will react to your genetic code. That, plus the fact that a percentage of my blood now run through your veins, makes you possibly the strongest super solider in history."
"But I'm not a soldier," I said exasperated, "I'm not a hero! Why does everyone just presume that I am?"
"I am sorry Chrissie," he said, "but we did what we had to do to save your hand."
I hadn't thought of it like that. "Thank you," I whispered.
He smiled again, "My pleasure."
I stretched. "Can I go have a shower please?" To be honest, I wasn't sure if my head could take anymore of this, so I changed the subject. That and I was well aware that I stank to high heaven, and I was pretty sure he knew too. But if he did, he didn't acknowledge it.
"Sure," he said, "just make sure not to take the cast off for another half hour, Bruce said it should be fully healed by then."
"How long have I been out for?"
"About four hours," he answered.
"And it's fully healed in only four and a half hours?!"
He grinned. "That's one of the perks of the serum," he said, "You're body heals fast."
"Right," I said, looking down at my hand in amazement. "Four and a half hours," I mumbled as I stumbled towards the bathroom.
"One other thing," Steve said from behind me.
"Yes?" I said, turning back to him.
"I'm going to teach you how to properly punch."
"Why?"
"Because you need to know how to punch properly so that you don't have to go to A&E afterwards. If you do join the Avengers, you'll be doing a lot of it. And your punching method is absolutely shocking."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically as I opened the door, "That's what every girl loves to hear when she wakes up in the morning."
I could still hear him laughing as I closed the door behind me.
Thats it for Chapter 10!
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