Hi guys, sorry it took so long to update. I got really hooked on a different fandom and had no inspiration to work on this story until I re-watched AoU again earlier today.
Warning: Language
I do not own anything except my OC (Raelynn) and any other unrecognizable characters or plots.
Raelynn POV
"Granddad!" I called, running as fast as my five-year-old legs could take me. "Granddad!" A pair of arms wrapped around me before I could reach the fallen form of my grandfather and I was soon lifted into the air as a young, dark-haired man kneeled beside him.
"Esperanza, get her out of here!" the man yelled before turning his attention back to the fallen man beside him.
"Si, Senor Stark. Vamos, ninita," the woman said, her beautiful voice ridden with panic. The last thing I saw as she turned to leave the room with me was the young man on the phone, trying to shake my grandfather awake.
"Esperanza!" I yelled, struggling to breathe through the thick smoke surrounding me. "Donde estas?"
At this point I was lost in the winding hallways of the lab. Stumbling, I tried to get my bearings straight so that I could find a way out, but the fog was so thick that I couldn't see six inches in front of me. Getting on my hands and knees, I tried crawling, calling out for help as loud as I could. I stopped when I heard what sounded like a door being busted open, only to realize too late that it was in fact the sound of machinery breaking apart. I braced myself for impact just as the large panel of computer tech fell, crushing me underneath it.
Pietro POV
"Pietro, you must calm down," Wanda said, her voice getting louder and softer as I ran the track as fast as I could. "You cannot save everyone." At this, I stopped, skittering to a halt.
"Perhaps not, but I could have saved her. It is my fault that she has been in a coma for three days. I should have taken her with me, but I was so blinded by my desire to see you again that I listened to her, and I should not have. You saw what they did to her. All of that is on me. It is my fault." I spat, panting heavily in an attempt to catch my breath.
"Tony is trying everything he can to-"
"Stark has done nothing!" I interrupted. "He has not even been to see her. He does not care." With that, I took off again, trying desperately to outrun my thoughts.
"Pietro," Wanda said in my head, "please."
"If you need me, you know where I will be," I thought back, racing off to the medical wing. I have visited Raelynn every day since she has arrived, in what Wanda thinks is an attempt to make it up to her. Honestly, I don't know why I always want to be around this mystery girl, but being around her makes me feel like I am able to breathe and that is something that I have never felt before.
"Hello, my friend," I say to Raelynn's unconscious form as I walk in the room. It is small and white, the only sounds being the constant beeping of the machine tracking her heartbeat. The only color in the room comes from the stupid little coloring pages that the Captain has taped to the wall, saying that they make the room feel more homey. I thought it was a stupid idea, but I didn't say anything, for he and I were the only ones who ever came to see Raelynn aside from the doctors. "I would ask how you are, but we both know the answer to that."
I sat down in the rather uncomfortable chair next to Raelynn's bed, forgetting how hard it was. I winced as my tailbone strikes what feels like a wooden board under the chair's padding. Attempting to find a more comfortable way to sit, I let out a deep sigh of frustration.
"You know, for such a fancy place, the chairs are uncomfortable. I do not think that bed is much better, no?" As always, I was met with silence. I forced myself to look at Raelynn, her ash blonde hair strewn across the pillow and her already pale skin appearing almost translucent. Even her lips, which were naturally tinted a rosy pink, were devoid of color. A wave of guilt rushed over me as the bruises were still very evident on her face and wrists and, I imagine, under her hospital gown. Dr. Cho had told us that although the chamber healed many of her wounds, there were still some that were too deep, and would leave scars. This included one deep cut on her face, where the skin over her left cheekbone had split, leaving a one inch, vertical scar on her otherwise flawless face. We were also told that the gash marring her chest was so deep that the chamber could not do a single thing to heal it, so the doctors had stitched it closed, adding to her scar count. Though the rope marks on her wrists had been healed, Cho stated that there may be a possibility of permanent discoloration to the skin there.
"Do not make me wake you with a kiss, Sleeping Beauty." I chuckled to myself, remembering her response the first time we had ever spoken. "Please come back," I sighed, closing my eyes. "I miss your sass."
"Did you just say you miss my ass?" My eyes shot open. "I thought you were classier than that, Silver Boy." Looking up, my eyes met with the tired yet still shockingly grey ones of Raelynn.
"You are awake!" I exclaimed, rising out of my seat. "Stay here, I will get doctor," I instructed.
As I ran out, I heard her quip, "No, I was going to river dance all the way to Miami." I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips.
Raelynn POV
All I could do was nod my head numbly as the beautiful woman who introduced herself as Dr. Cho explained the extent of my injuries. I held my wrist in my hand, my fingers delicately ghosting across the tiny little red scars that littered it. I was covered in bruises and it hurt to even breathe. I couldn't even sit up very well, seeing as I had broken three of my ribs. Thankfully, Pietro was there all the while, sitting in the chair next to my bed and giving me the most supportive smile he could muster up. It didn't seem so bad with him there. After checking the stitches on my chest, Dr. Cho ducked out of the room, suggesting that I get some more sleep.
"I do not understand how you need more sleep, you just woke up," Pietro said in his adorably weird accent.
"It's so that I can heal," I explained.
"I do not see how sleep helps to heal," he said, confused.
"I don't either, but it's doctor's orders," I said, fighting to stay awake. Pietro must have been able to tell because he was starting to pull up the thin sheet covering me, slowly tucking me in.
"Go to sleep, prznica. I will be here if you need me."
As I was grasping the last moments of consciousness, I thought I heard him whisper, "I will never leave you again."
Thank you for everyone that still read, followed, and favorited this story while it was on a bit of hiatus!
Please review, it just helps motivate me to keep writing. I like to know whether you guys are enjoying this story or not.
Also, this weird word blurb at the end is my attempt at a nickname for Raelynn. I don't even know how one would go about pronouncing it, but yeah.
Until next time!