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The first thing I became aware of was the constant ringing in my ears, extremely loud, and no matter what I did I couldn't get it to stop. My head throbbed and pain was washing in waves through my body. Knowing I had to let myself recover from the shock, I lay there, waiting until I felt my senses slowly beginning to return. The first thing I noticed was the screams echoing throughout the ship, paired with the yelling of frightened agents and adults on the carrier. Heat radiated around me and as I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the bright light and thick smoke that blanketed the room, I realized why. Flames danced along the right side of the gym, creeping up the walls and licking at the roof, a constant trail of smoke following its path of destruction. Ignoring the pain that shot through my body every time I moved I slowly lifted my head, looking around to try and spot Steve. He was lying, unmoving, about 2 meters in front of me, and directly in the line of the slowly advancing flames.
"Steve?" My voice was dry and raspy, and barely audible amongst the chaos on the carrier. Without thinking I pushed myself quickly to my feet, gasping as my legs gave out underneath me, causing me to hit the concrete ground hard, the shock pulsing through my body. Moving onto plan B, I managed to drag myself until I was beside his debris-covered body, his blonde hair turned black from the smoke and ash in the air. My right arm hung limply by my side, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get it to movie without almost blacking out.
"Steve?" I tried again, shaking him gently on the shoulder. His only response was a quiet murmur, which prompted me to place his limp arm around my shoulders, push myself to my feet, and with great difficulty, begin dragging him towards the door, which wouldn't be accessible for much longer. No one had come to try and help us; no one had bothered to see if there was anyone in the gym, so we were on our own. My vision swam as the pain threatened to send me back into darkness. Then I heard a voice that I never thought I would be glad to hear.
"Eleanor?" Natasha's voice gave me a reason to push forward, depositing Steve at her feet and letting myself drop to the floor, sitting still and waiting for my vision to return. I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me to my feet. I blindly stumbled behind, barely aware of my surroundings or what was happening. I felt someone else come over to us, and soon another arm was around my waist, supporting me. Then I blacked out again.
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A constant beeping sounded, and I went to move my arm, ready to shut off my alarm and wake up. But I couldn't. My arm wouldn't move. My eyes shot open in a panic, confusion washing through me, as my vision was flooded with white. I felt a hand push down gently on my left shoulder, the same person who was trying to tell me something, something I couldn't understand. Closing my eyes I took three deep breaths as I slowly remembered. I remembered S.H.I.E.L.D, the fight, my collapse, Clint, Steve, the explosion. My eyes shot open again and I sat up quickly, bracing myself for the pain I experienced. Clint stood beside me, his eyes filled with worry and his hand hovering near the call button for the doctor. I was in a hospital.
"Don't," I warned him, and was glad when his hand hesitantly moved away from the button. "Is Steve okay?" My voice shook as I asked Clint. He nodded, still not speaking as he watched me. I glanced at my surroundings, confirming my suspicions that I was in a hospital, before surveying myself. My right leg was bandaged, the white tinged slightly red. I didn't want to know what was under there. The rest of my body seemed fairly unscathed, if still extremely stiff and sore. And then I noticed my right shoulder. It sat in a sling, still bent at a funny angle. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get my fingers to move. It was like I had lost all feeling in my right arm.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked Clint, who came and sat on the edge of my bed upon hearing my question. "What happened?"
"The carrier was attacked. We're still unsure whom by, and haven't been able to do a thorough investigation considering most of our team has been hospitalized with various injuries. Yes, everyone is okay. Steve woke up this morning. Besides a pretty hefty concussion, he'll be alright," he added, answering my silent question.
"And me?"
"You risked your life to save Steve, Eleanor. In the process you injured yourself more than necessary. You've been out for three days in a coma. Your right leg has been badly burnt and was almost completely severed when Natasha found you. It will heal if given time. Your shoulder … Well, the doctors don't know about your shoulder. You tore most of the ligaments, and managed to do extensive nerve damage when dragging Steve out. The feeling will come back, but you will never regain full use of your right arm. I'm sorry." Clint concluded. I quickly thought through what he said, before reaching out and detaching myself from the countless wires connecting me to the machines that sat around me bed. Without a second thought I pushed myself off the white sheets and to my shaky feet, pulling off the sling that held my arm in place and placing it on the bed behind me.
"Eleanor, I don't think you should –" I held up my left hand to stop him midway through his sentence.
"I have a problem with hospitals," I replied through gritted teeth, gingerly placing a small amount of weight on my injured leg. Satisfied when my whole body didn't collapse I took a couple of small steps, glad that I was at least partly mobile. I had taken only a couple of more confident steps and had reached the door when I ran into someone's relatively hard chest and found myself back on the floor, pain shooting, once again, through my leg.
"Eleanor? What the hell are you doing out of bed?" Crap. Just what I needed. A friendly talk with the one and only, Captain America. Mr Steve Rogers.
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