Sorry for this awful short chapter, but I hope you enjoy anyway.
Meanwhile Natasha was heading towards Steve, Thor and Pepper. Bringing the news was gonna be hard, but they had the right to know too.
Of course they did. Maybe even more than her. They had to know.
She only wish that they didn't. That would be easier in so many ways.
Because then they wouldn't hear her voice quiver when she told the news, even though she was trying hard not to show any emotion at all.
She wouldn't see how Pepper was trying to keep it calm, but broke down in a mere moment anyway.
She wouldn't see how Steve's face turned a pale shade of green, and his blue eyes were casted down. Desperately trying to avoid eye contact.
She wouldn't see the anger, the sorrow, the hatred, the panic, the... the everything wrong, in Thor's eyes. She wouldn't be there to see him storm out of the room.
She wouldn't feel the guilt, the horror of the situation pushing down on her.
But she got in the room anyway, 'cause if she would wait until she was ready, she would be waiting the rest of her life.
Elsa Edwards was a good doctor. She even could praise herself as great!
She was famous for her almost flawless works, and had even published a book.
After her success she began to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.. A lot of things changed, but she still had her incredibly good carrier. Rarely failing a patient.
But now, when she thought she needed her gift the most, she failed. And it made her damn angry, it did.
Call her a control freak or a perfectionist, but 'failing' wasn't in her dictionary.
At least she didn't want it to be.
She couldn't heal the god she heard so much about. She had tried to understand what was going on with his body, but she couldn't. He just was so different from normal mortal bodies. Not on first sight, but everything reacted differently. And she didn't know what to do.
So she did the things she would do if the demigod was a human, and it helped, but not as much as it should.
And it tore her apart little by little.
She got into room 52 and told three heartbroken people that she couldn't help their friend.
That it was in fates hand now.
And that she was so sorry.
She was disgusted by herself.
"You must help him!" A distraught feminine voice. "Why won't you save him? Why!"
"I cannot help him, and not spare other lives. You must understand that." A calm, deep voice replied.
"No I don't! He's your son for Gods sakes!" She screamed back, infuriated by her husbands behaviour.
"You act like I do not feel pain, like I do not want to help him!" The male voice replied, losing his calm.
"Then help him!" "Do even you listened to me?! I cannot save him!" He shouted.
It was silent for a moment. He never meant to scream at her.
He bowed his head. "I can't... I can't save my very own son... I can't."
The woman stormed out of the room, tears tracking down her face.
If her own husband wasn't going to help her son, she would handle this herself.
Yeah short and crappy, just how I like it. Anyway merry Christmas lovely beings, and a fuCKING RAD NEW YEAR! Oh and don't forget to review.