Hallucinations
NATASHA POV:
I was shopping when I heard my phone ring. I looked down and saw Tony's name. I couldn't help but panic a little bit, knowing that I left Wanda home, as I immediately thought of all the things that could have gone wrong.
"Hello?" I said as I answered the phone.
"Hey Nat, are you still at the store?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked cautiously.
"Wanda is sick with an insanely high fever. I don't know if we have anything to lower it here, do you think you can pick up some medications?"
"Is she okay? How high is her fever? Has she thrown up?"
"She's fine, she's denying being sick but she is running about a 103 degree fever and she passed out on her way to the living room. She didn't want me to call you and I wasn't going to but after I saw her temp, I figured I should try to catch you before you leave so you can get meds. She hasn't thrown up I don't think."
I made my way to the medicine section while I listened to Tony. I ditched my cart full of groceries in the isle as I grabbed what I needed and ran to the checkout. I needed to get home to my poor girl.
"Okay, where is she now?"
"She's in the living room with Pepper."
"Okay, I'm on my way home now, I should be there in a few minutes."
"Okay, bye." I hung up and raced home, ready to go take care of my girl.
I had a feeling that she wasn't feeling well this morning but she insisted that she was fine. I should have pushed harder. I had felt her forehead this morning and it was warm but it wasn't super warm. If I had to guess, she was probably around 100 degrees this morning, not 103. She also was slow to eat this morning but she finished her whole plate so I thought she was fine. I should've known something was wrong, I'm a spy after all.
I got home and threw the bag of medications on the counter as I rushed into the living room. I saw Wanda pressed into Pepper's side, tear tracks down her face. Her cheeks were flushed bright red while the rest of her face was pale.
"How're you doing?" I asked as I crouched in front of her, moving her hair so I could feel her forehead. It was radiating heat and I knew we had to get it down soon before it rose any higher.
"I don't feel good Tasha," she told me as she sat up.
"Aww honey, I know," I told her as I sat next to her and rubbed her back, trying to offer her comfort. She leaned into me and I could feel even more how hot her body was.
I suggested getting her into bed and then she said something that shocked me.
"I already took some," was her response to my suggestion of taking medication.
"You took medication?" I asked calmly, not wanting her to get upset.
"Yeah, I took a few extra-strength Tylenol." A few, I picked up as I listened to her.
"How many?"
"Three."
"Shit Wanda!" I gently pushed her up so that I could look at her face. I didn't mean to snap but three was a lot of Tylenol, I didn't want her to overdose. Even I only took one extra-strength Tylenol on the rare times when I needed one.
"What?" she asked and I could see the tears pooling in her eyes. I immediately felt bad for yelling and I softened my tone for the next statement.
"Three is a lot, can you show me what bottle you took them from?" I asked, explaining to her why I had snapped. Instead of nodding or getting up to show me, she burst into tears. "Wanda?" I asked, worried that she was in pain or something along those lines.
"I'm sorry! I just wanted to feel better and I didn't mean to take too many! I'm so sorry! Don't be mad, I'm sorry!" she sobbed and I was surprised by the sudden outburst.
"Woah, hold on honey! I'm not mad at you, I just need to make sure that you don't make yourself even more sick by taking too many pills. Do you remember what exactly you took?" She shook her head so I asked her if she could show me. She nodded and got up.
Pepper and I followed her down the hall and into my room where she pulled out a bottle of pills. I read the back of the bottle to see what the recommended dosing was and saw that the maximum amount you can take in a day was 8. I know that they are not all supposed to be taken at once but she only had 3 so she was not nearly capped for the day. I checked with her one more time to make sure that she took 3 pills.
"Okay, technically you are only supposed to take 1 pill every 6 hours but it says that the max daily limit is 8 pills in a day. I know that you are feeling like crap Wanda but if you want to take meds, I need you to find an adult okay?" I made sure to keep my tone soft as I spoke to her. "I'm not mad at you and you aren't in trouble, I just don't want you to take medication if you are not being supervised okay? It is really easy to take the wrong amount. You can always ask Pepper if I'm not here." Wanda glanced at Pepper and she nodded, confirming what I just said.
"Okay, I'm sorry," she said quietly as she held onto my sleeve. I pulled her into a hug, showing her that I was not mad in the slightest. I was a little worried about her temp, especially since she had already taken three fever-lowering medications. If it didn't get lower soon, we may have to take other measures.
I led Wanda to our room and helped her get into bed. I took the comforter off of the bed and handed Wanda a light blanket instead. She was shivering but I didn't want her temp to get even higher.
I went to turn off the light but Wanda's frantic tone stopped me. "Please don't leave!"
"I'm not, I'm just turning off the light," I told her gently as I walked back to the bed. I climbed in next to her and she held onto me, scooting as close as she could to me. I rubbed her back and wrapped my arms around her as she drifted off to sleep.
She was a live furnace as she slept. I could feel the heat rolling off of her in waves and after I was sure she was asleep, I unwrapped my arms from around her and sat up, gently moving the blanket down so that she didn't get any warmer. I wanted to take the blanket away completely but she was so tangled up in it that I know she would wake up if I tried to remove it.
I texted Pepper, asking her to bring me the thermometer that read her forehead, that way I didn't have to stick anything in her mouth. I know that one of the most important things to get better is rest so I didn't want to wake her up just to take her temp.
Pepper quietly opened the door and slipped in, handing me the thermometer. "How is she?" she asked quietly, looking at Wanda.
"She's hanging in there, she fell asleep relatively quickly. She feels really warm though." I paused to run the thermometer over her forehead. It beeped and I turned it over to view the numbers. 103.7. "Shit," I mumbled as I placed my cool hand on her burning forehead.
"What's she at?" Pepper asked.
"103.7 degrees, she should be lower, especially if she took three, extra-strength Tylenol. I'm worried that her temp is getting too high, I may have to take her to the med-bay."
"If her temp doesn't get lower by the time she wakes up, you can always do a cool bath. That usually helps lower fevers but it's a nightmare getting the sick person in the water. Let me know if you need help. Do you need anything else?"
I sighed but responded with, "No, thank you. I think we're good for now. I'll let her rest and then maybe I can get her to eat something. I don't think she's puked yet so hopefully she'll be fine with the idea of eating. We'll see. Thank you for bringing me the thermometer."
"No problem, just call or text if you need anything."
"Will do, thanks Pep." Pepper slipped back out of the room, leaving me with the sick girl. Poor Wanda, she looked much younger than 16 laying all wrapped up in the blanket.
I gently pushed her hair back and rearranged the blanket around her shoulders.
I sat there for two hours as Wanda slept. I texted Clint and let him know what was going on with Wanda. He was a big part of my support system, especially when it came to Wanda. I was so scared I was going to screw Wanda up, especially when she was sick and fragile like she was now.
I put my phone down when I started to hear small whimpers coming from Wanda. I started rubbing her back, trying to gently coax her awake. "Wanda honey, wake up, you're okay," I told her.
She started to move around, almost like she was struggling against someone. Then she curled herself into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her face looked pinched in pain and she was still whimpering. "Wanda," I tried to shake her this time.
She shot up in bed and her eyes opened but they were scanning the room wildly, not focusing on anything. "Shh, it's okay," I told her. She continued to whimper and she scooted until her back was against the head of the bed.
Tears were now streaming down her face as she looked at the wall across from us. Her eyes seemed to follow something so I turned to see but there was nothing there. She was seeing something that I wasn't. I was worried she was still stuck in the dream but her eyes weren't red, which would indicate her powers causing her to stay in her dream.
I tried to rub her shoulders to snap her back to reality but she stiffened and jolted away from me. I sat back and watched, ready to jump in if something happened but staying far enough away that I wasn't a threat to her. "Wanda, it's Nat, you're at the compound. It's okay honey, you're safe. I've got you, nothing is going to hurt you. You're with me at home, okay?"
She continued to cry and whimper and it broke my heart. She was trying to pull herself into the smallest space possible but she kept her head up to look at something from across the room.
I was trying to figure out what was going on when I remembered her high fever. Hallucinations. When your body temp gets too high, you can sometimes see things that aren't there. My guess is that in Wanda's case, she had a nightmare and then woke up with a hallucination of whatever was going on in that nightmare. It was just a guess but it seemed pretty likely due to what was going on.
There really wasn't anything I could do to stop the hallucination other than try to offer her comfort and stay with her until it was over. I sat on the edge of the bed, about two feet away from her, and just talked to her. I told her she was safe and that she was in the compound. I slowly moved so that I was in front of her, blocking her vision from the wall. This seemed to calm her down slightly so I stayed there, continuing to talk to her.
When the whimpering stopped along with the shaking, I moved closer to her. She was still crying but it was minimal. "Wanda?" I asked after I watched her eyes focus on me.
"Tasha," she whined as she leaned forward into my arms, gripping onto my shirt. I rubbed her back as she cried, trying to ignore the feeling of intense heat coming off of her.
"Shh, you're okay. I've got you, shh." She slowly stopped crying and moved back until she was looking at me again. "Are you okay?"
She nodded as she looked at the blankets. "Do you want to go try eating something?" She didn't say anything, just continued looking at the blankets.
"I'm cold," she said quietly.
"I know, that's because of your high fever. Let's go try to get some food into you and then we can try to lower that temp of yours." I held out my hand for her to grab and she grabbed it as we got off of the bed. She grabbed the blanket off of the bed and I helped her wrap it around herself as we walked through the hallways.
Everyone was in the kitchen, grabbing snacks. Wanda sat on the chair with her blanket while I walked further into the kitchen to get her some food. I looked over and saw that she had laid her head down on the counter. Steve and Pepper were looking at her with worried expressions.
"How're you feeling?" Steve asked gently.
"I'm okay," she said. I know that she felt terrible but I had a feeling that she wasn't going to admit that, especially to Steve. He walked over and sat on the bar stool next to her but she just kept her head on the counter, not lifting it up to look at him.
Tony got up and rubbed Wanda's back on his way to the other side of the kitchen. "Did you get some good rest?" he asked.
She nodded but still didn't lift her head.
I grabbed a plate and put a piece of toast on it, not sure how hungry she was. I also grabbed a banana and set it down in front of her. I didn't want her to throw up so I decided to stick with a bland diet for now.
"Try to eat honey," I told her gently but she still didn't move her head. "Wanda?" I asked as I bent down slightly to look at her face.
She had tears in her eyes and I watched as one dripped out of the corner of her eye and onto the counter. "I don't feel good Tasha." Her tone broke my heart.
"I know baby, you might feel better if you eat," I suggested. She sat up slightly and started to eat. She still had tears rolling down her face and the entire team looked at her with pitiful expressions as we watched her eat.
I sat next to her and rubbed her back while she ate. I felt her burning forehead one more time and asked Steve to grab me the thermometer which was still in our room.
He came back with it and I ran it over her forehead. 104.3. It was rising into extremely dangerous territory. I was honestly surprised that she was still aware of her surroundings and that she was awake.
"Can someone grab me the thermometer for the mouth?" I asked, thinking that maybe her skin was warmer than her internal temperature.
Tony walked off to grab it as the rest of the team sat with Wanda and me.
Tony handed it to me and I took off the cover as I turned to Wanda. She was no longer eating and was back to laying her head on the counter. "Honey, can you open your mouth for me?" Her eyes looked glazed over and they were not really focusing on anything. She managed to look at me but she didn't open her mouth.
I gently took my hand and maneuvered her mouth so that it was open. I stuck the thermometer under her tongue and waited for it to beep.
Once it beeped, I pulled it out to see that it was 104.5, higher than her forehead was. I showed it to Steve and watched as his eyes widened. "Hey Pep, do you want to assist me with lowering her temp?"
Pepper grabbed the thermometer and nodded as soon as she saw how high it was. "Alright Wanda, we're gonna get that fever of yours down and then you'll feel much better," I told her.
"Do we need to go to the hospital or the med-bay?" I asked quietly so that Wanda didn't hear me.
"Not yet," Pepper started. "Let's try the bath first and see where she's at when we're done."
"Okay." I then turned my attention back to Wanda. "C'mon honey, let's go." She didn't say anything but grabbed onto my arm so that I could lead her down the hallway and into my room. My room had a bigger bathtub than the room that we currently shared so I decided it would be easier in there. Pepper followed us in case I needed help.
Wanda sat on the floor, her back leaning against the wall while Pepper and I filled the tub. We made sure that the water was lukewarm but not cold because we wanted her to be at least a little bit comfortable.
Once the tub was filled, it was time to get Wanda in. She had her head leaning against the wall and she looked dazed. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know where she was.
"Wanda, we're gonna get you undressed and then we'll get you in the water okay?" I asked, slowly starting to take off her shirt.
She allowed me to take off her shirt with nothing more than a few whimpers but when I went to take her pants off, she panicked. She jerked away and scooted herself into the corner of the bathroom, whimpering and crying.
"Shh, Wanda, it's okay. Shh, calm down." I let her sit in the corner while I talked to her, not wanting her to panic even more. Pepper sat quietly on the edge of the tub, ready to help if needed.
I got closer to Wanda again and attempted to take off her pants again.
"Please don't," she cried, trying to pull her body away.
"It's okay honey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's just Nat and Pepper." I figured that she was just embarrassed about being undressed in front of us.
She continued to cry and struggle but she was too weak to do much. I managed to get her completely undressed but she didn't want to move to the tub.
"Let's get you in the water sweetie. You'll feel much better when your fever is lower."
Pepper helped me pick her up slightly and move her to the tub once we were sure that she wasn't going to move by herself. Her fever was so high that she wasn't really aware of what was going on.
We set her down in the water and her struggling increased immensely. "No!" she shouted when I gently held her shoulders so that she wouldn't stand up.
"Shh, you're okay. Breathe honey, you're in the bath. We're cooling you down, I know that the water is cold but that's only because you're so warm. You just have to stay in there for a little bit longer."
"If we can get her to stay in there for ten minutes, that should at least lower it a little bit," Pepper explained to me as she sat next to the tub. Pepper had grabbed a washcloth and used it to drip some of the water onto Wanda's neck and chest.
Wanda continued crying and struggling, mumbling incoherent words, trying to get out of the tub.
She managed to stay in for ten minutes and when Pepper and I took her temp, it had lowered to 102.8 degrees. It wasn't great but hopefully this would break the fever from going any higher.
Wanda had stopped struggling by the ten minute mark but she was shivering and still crying lightly.
Pepper and I helped her out of the tub and I wrapped her in a towel. "You did so good honey," I told her while she leaned against me. Her eyes were scrunched closed and she leaned her head on my shoulder, my arm wrapping around her to hold her up.
Pepper and I had to dress her because she was falling in and out of sleep. "Can you go get Steve to carry her?" I asked Pepper.
"Yeah, I'll be right back," she smiled at me as she left the room. I would carry her myself but I didn't want her to panic when I had her in my arms and then for me to drop her so it would be better if Steve helped.
I had my back pressed against the wall of the bathroom while Wanda leaned on my chest and shoulder, sleeping.
Steve walked into the bathroom and he carefully and quickly lifted Wanda into his arms. She whined a little bit when she moved away from me but she settled down quickly once Steve got her into his arms.
"How'd that go?" he asked as I followed him down the hallway.
"Pretty well, it lowered her to 102 degrees so hopefully it'll continue to go down. If not, we'll do that again."
"You're doing so good with her Nat," he told me after he placed her in the bed.
"Thanks," I sighed as I sat next to her. "And thank you for carrying her in here."
"No problem, let me know if you need anything else." I smiled at him and he left the room.
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Wanda ended up waking up a few hours later much more alert than when she woke up earlier. I took her temp and it was 101.9 degrees so much lower than before.
"Are you ready to eat now?" I asked her once she had woken up.
"Yeah, I'm actually kind of hungry," she told me.
"That's good!" We both got up and headed into the kitchen to eat some food. She had only managed to nibble on her toast when she tried to eat earlier so she barely had anything in her stomach right now.
I ended up making her another piece of toast with butter on it because I wanted to make sure she didn't get sick. She seemed a lot better than before but she was still running a pretty high temp and she was still sick so I didn't want to push it.
I was just glad that her temp was finally getting lower and that she was starting to feel better.
WANDA POV:
"Take her back to her room. We'll continue with the experiments later." I was shaking as I was dragged back into my cell. I could hear Pietro groaning in the room next to mine.
"Pietro," I mumbled as I placed a hand on the wall separating us.
"Wanda, I'm here." I tried to hold back my tears as I leaned against the wall, absolutely exhausted from the experiments.
"I wanna go home," I said, closing my eyes against the tears.
"Me too, we're going to be okay. We're going to help make the world a better place, it just takes time."
I finally gave into my tears as I curled up into a ball, my hands shaking. I was tired, scared, and cold. Pietro and I had finally given in to Strucker's experiments because we wanted revenge on the Avengers and we couldn't survive on the streets anymore.
I now felt a constant buzzing inside of me due to my new red "magic" powers. It felt like there was a large amount of energy inside of me that needed to be let out but it couldn't. At first it hurt, it tried to claw its way out of me from the inside, but now, it was just uncomfortable. The experiments still hurt though.
"Are you ready to continue the experiments?" I heard Strucker's voice from outside of my cell. I looked up and saw him standing there with two other men, both holding long sticks.
"No, please," I whimpered out, not ready to be pushed to my limits again.
"Oh honey, this is going to help you. It will stop hurting soon." He smiled wickedly at me as the men came in and grabbed my arms. I tried to fight against them but it did nothing to stop them from dragging me out of the room and down the hallway into the "experiment room."
There was a chair in the middle of the room that they usually strapped me into to perform the experiments so they surprised me when they dropped me to the floor. I crawled to the corner of the room and tried to curl into a ball, not wanting to be experimented on again.
"Wanda," I heard a familiar voice say.
My dream morphed and this time I was in a different room. I tried to look around to figure out where I was, not remembering what room I was in. I felt really sick and dizzy, feeling very confused as I looked around the room.
Then my eyes caught some movement in the corner of the room. Pietro was pacing the length of the room, not looking at me but instead looking straight ahead. I tried to say something to catch his attention but my mouth couldn't form any words, rather small whimpers.
A rather loud whimper caught his attention as his head whipped around to face me. "Oh Wanda, poor, innocent Wanda," he spoke in a cold voice. It didn't sound like how I remembered him sounding.
"You are all alone in this world with no one to love you. You are weak, giving into Natasha's fake comfort. She doesn't love you, she hates putting up with you but of course, you stick yourself to her like a leech. No one ever wanted you Wanda but you have a nasty habit of holding on and not letting go once you realize that they really don't want you. I could never get rid of you, no matter how hard I tried. That's why, I was ecstatic when I finally managed to escape your toxicity and died. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to get rid of you but there was no way to do it. You were always there." I listened in horror as he continued, not able to say anything to defend myself.
I looked down and then felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Pietro right in front of my face and I jumped, trying to get away from his grasp. I could hear another soothing voice coming from my side but I couldn't make out what the words were.
Pietro continued talking and I quickly forgot about the other voice. "You should've been the one to die that day Wanda but of course, your selfish, stupid personality, made it so that it was me. You are weak, selfish, and horrid. I can't believe there was ever a time when I put up with you. I wished you died in Strucker's lab. I'm surprised you made it through due to your weakness." He then started yelling at me, calling me all kinds of names. I tried to block it out as tears streamed down my face.
I had backed up as far away from him as possible but I was back against something that prevented me from moving further.
The voice that I had heard earlier got a little louder so I tried to ignore Pietro's hurtful words as I focused on the comforting one. It took a minute or so but I was finally able to make out what the voice was saying. "You're safe Wanda, we're in the compound. I've got you, it's Nat. I love you so much and you are safe. Shh." Nat, I wanted Nat but I couldn't see her.
I realized that I no longer heard Pietro and instead, there was a familiar red-head sitting in front of me. "Wanda?" she asked.
"Tasha," I said as I collapsed into her arms. I gripped onto her, desperately trying to forget what Pietro had just told me as I cried. I was confused because I didn't remember waking up. He was in my room with me and now he was gone. I could've been dreaming but then why was I hearing Nat's voice. I decided to give up on figuring it out as it was giving me a headache as I laid in Nat's arms.
I pulled away from Nat and glanced around the room, slightly scared that Pietro was still going to be in the room. He wasn't so I was able to breathe a little easier as I looked back to Nat. "Are you okay?"
I nodded even though I wasn't. "Do you want to go try eating something?" I barely heard her as I was deep in thought about Pietro and what he said. I was also still trying to figure out where exactly I was and what was going on. I felt really sick and I wanted it to stop. Then I realized I was shivering but not from fear.
"I'm cold," I said.
"I know, that's because of your high fever," Tasha told me. She said something else after that but I didn't listen as I connected the high fever to the rest of my other symptoms. So I was sick, that's why I felt so bad. I had a headache, my stomach and throat hurt, I felt dizzy, and I was nauseous.
Nat's hand was out, waiting for me to grab it, so I did. She gently tugged me off the bed and I followed, grabbing my blanket to try to warm up. I was absolutely freezing.
I was briefly aware that we were walking but I didn't know where we were going. Luckily, Nat still had a grip on me so I just let her lead me where we were going. The world around me was fuzzy as we walked, and I was slightly dizzy so it was also moving more than I think it should have been.
Nat let me go and I looked down to see a chair. I crawled into it and then laid my head on the counter in front of me.
"How're you feeling?" I heard someone ask.
"I'm okay," I said. I continued to lay down, enjoying the feeling of the cool counter on my burning cheeks.
Someone touched my back but I didn't flinch, assuming it was Nat. The hand moved up and down my back a few times before it moved away from me. "Did you get some good rest?" a male voice asked me, but a different one than before.
I didn't feel up to talking so I moved my head slightly, trying to nod. I felt really sick and I was still confused. I didn't know where I was. This made me panic a bit and I felt the tears come to my eyes again.
I saw Tasha lean down in front of me with a worried expression on her face. "I don't feel good Tasha," I moaned. I felt miserable and I wanted her to make it better.
"I know baby, you might feel better if you eat," she said as she rubbed my shoulder. I sat up and saw that there was a plate of toast in front of me.
I felt even worse now that I was sitting up but I grabbed the toast and nibbled the side, trying to make myself feel better. I just wanted to go back to sleep but I was scared that Pietro was going to come back if I slept.
The next thing I knew, I felt someone grabbing my pants, trying to take them off of me. I opened my eyes for a brief second and saw that I was in a different room than before. I didn't know where I was and I didn't know what was going on. How did I get to a new room? Wasn't I just eating toast?
I felt the hand go back to my pants, trying to take them off and I tried to move away, scooting my body into a corner. I didn't want to be raped again, I was scared. Where was Tasha? I wanted Tasha to stop them from doing it to me again.
"Please don't," I managed to cry out when the hand didn't stop. I felt as my pants were pulled down, followed by my underwear. I cried, waiting for what was going to happen next. I felt hands grab me but they were gentle, not rough like I was used to.
It felt like I was floating and then I felt myself being submerged into freezing water. I gasped and tried to get out. I felt hands press on my shoulders, holding me in place. "No!" I cried, not wanting anything to happen to me.
I tried to beg them to let me go and that I'd be good but no one listened to me as I was kept in the water. I kept waiting for the inevitable to happen but it never did. I wonder why they undressed me then.
I still felt sick and didn't want to be in the water anymore. I felt myself being lifted again and then I was dried off. Someone dressed me and I leaned against something. There was an arm wrapped around me and it felt comforting so I leaned further into it.
I felt the floating sensation again and I was slightly upset that I was moved away from the comforting arm. A new pair of arms wrapped around me though so I relaxed and let myself fall back asleep.
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I woke up in my bed, kind of confused as to what had happened. I remembered getting sick and then falling asleep with Nat. Then I briefly remembered something about Pietro and Strucker but I couldn't remember what it was.
I slowly sat up and looked around the room, trying to figure out how long I was asleep for. Nat took my temp and seemed relieved when she looked at it. "Are you ready to eat now?" Nat asked me.
"Yeah, I'm actually kind of hungry."
"That's good!" she said with a smile. I followed her into the kitchen and she made me a piece of buttered toast.
I felt like I had already eaten toast but I could barely remember what had happened.
"Hey, how long was I asleep for?" I asked Nat as I started to eat.
"About 2 hours," she told me.
"I only slept for two hours? It seems later than that."
"Well you slept for two hours, woke up, ate, we lowered your temp, and then you slept for another two hours."
"I woke up in the middle?"
"Yeah, do you not remember? You woke up and you came and ate a tiny bit of toast. Your temp was over 104 degrees so Pepper and I had to put you in a cool bath to lower your temp. You were pretty out of it and then you fell back asleep."
"Oh, I don't remember any of that, I kind of remember a little bit but everything is really foggy." I still kept thinking about Pietro and Strucker but I decided to just continue eating and forget about trying to remember.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised. You were running a really high fever. You kind of just laid here, you look much better now though," she told me and I smiled at her.
I finished my food and Nat suggested that we go watch a movie. I still felt really tired so I agreed and followed her into the living room. Steve was sitting there, reading some files. He put them down when we walked in.
"You look better," he told me. "How're you feeling?"
"Good," I said. I didn't really feel good but I didn't feel terrible.
"Good!" he said with a smile.
Nat and I sat on the couch while Steve went back to reading. Nat flipped through the channels until she landed on a movie that seemed interesting.
Since I was still tired, I rested my head on her shoulder while we watched the movie. I had a flash of memory of Pietro yelling at me but it was gone as quickly as it came so I didn't think much of it and tried to just enjoy the movie.
I could barely keep my eyes open so I let them close while I felt Nat's fingers running through my hair. I fell asleep feeling safe and sound in Nat's arms.