Miranda here.
It got worse as time went on.
Blue kept oozing out of the bloody wound. I didn't have any way to stop it. I'm not a doctor, nor has anyone ever really taught me anything about first aid.
Ivy started sweating after an hour or so. And then throwing up. Blue vomit, all over the place.
"Any ideas?" asked Ivy after she stopped throwing up for a while.
"We could leave the tower and look for a doctor."
"Doubt we'd find one. JARVIS? Any ideas?"
Silence.
I'd never seen Ivy sick, and I'd known her since first grade. Even when she was feeling rotten, she was incredibly good at hiding it. She couldn't hide her emotions to save her life, but it was usually impossible to tell if she wasn't feeling well.
Eventually, she settled down on the steps. She looked like she was having trouble focusing on her surroundings.
"Ivy, don't fall asleep," I said. I didn't know the best thing to do, but keeping her awake felt like the right thing to do.
Outside, the battle raged. The Avengers worked as a team.
Ivy started throwing up again, and the gash in her arm refused to stop bleeding.
And then Loki was standing in the doorway.
I jumped when I saw him. He just stood there, looking at us.
"You just won't die, will you?" asked Loki.
Ivy sat up at the sound of his voice and got to her feet, trying to stand in front of me. "No. I need to stay around to stay around to see you lose." Her voice was little more than a whisper, but she was looking directly at him.
He walked forward until he was only a few feet away. "That poison was meant to kill something much stronger than you."
"The villain doesn't win," she replied. "You might think you're the victim here, but really, you're the one who let go. You did all this. It's not anyone except you."
Usually, saying something like that to someone like Loki is a death warrant.
But he just looked at her, as if regarding something he found interesting, but didn't know what to do with it.
Then Ivy toppled forward.