How do these people keep getting shot
The first thing to register in Ava’s mind was a multitude of voices arguing. Then, the ache of her healing body burst into her consciousness. The bullet holes and scratches had skin grown over them, but her bones where still in progress. They were fused together at least, although still cracked.
She’d known these aches and pains, and wasn’t as bothered by it as the rising voices. She groaned and cursed, slowly sitting up pushing against the thin mattress she’d been laying on. Carefully opening her eyes, the light was low so it wasn’t as jarring as it would have been if she was in a florescent bathed room.
The low light of the concrete structure illuminated a group sat around a small table a couple yards away from Ava’s resting place. The man, Nick Fury, was sitting with his back to her, the stern woman, Maria Hill was sitting by him, and they were talking to three others. A red haired woman who was sitting on a folding chair with a doctor like man pushing against her shoulder, that must have been injured. Two men, about the same height were standing, the shorter man with dark skin had his arms crossed standing slightly behind the blond man. Who looked strikingly familiar, but she didn’t have the mental strength at the moment to remember.
On the table between the group was a briefcase opened facing the unknown three, and the doctor guy. Already healing from Nick, Ava decided why not help the woman as well. What’s a little more damage, anyway? She’d heal, and the red head was probably needed for what ever was going on in D.C.
Ava swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly lowered herself down onto her feet. Stumbling over, the group’s heads swiveled towards her uncoordinated steps.
Maria frowned, stood and walked over to her to offer an arm, looking down at the bloodied tank top she was still in.
Ava followed her gaze, “I swear it’s not as bad as it looks… anymore.”
The red head’s lips quirked up slightly, but grimaced as the doctor pressed against her shoulder.
“Do you want me to heal her too?” Ava gestured to the woman.
“You have enough energy?” Maria frowned, but helped her over to the group, who only watched.
“Sure,” She sat down where Maria had been, “It’s not like it’ll hurt anything.”
The doctor guy stepped away from the red head as Ava leaned forward. The red head woman looked suspicious, but not untrusting. Ava placed her hands on the woman’s forearm and upper arm, making sure to not actually touch the wound.
“So, um, this’ll feel weird,” Taking a deep breath Ava concentrated, and felt the muscle tearing in her shoulder.
It only took a couple minutes for the red head’s bullet hole to completely close, and appear on the other gushing blood. The group looked on in a mix of awe, confusion, and expectance from Nick and Maria.
“How’d you-?” The shorter of the two men standing exclaimed.
Ava smirked through a painful grimace, “You want the short or the long version?”
He was about to continue but Fury cut him off saying they needed to get ready for their mission. The blond man was going over everyone’s roles, and where they should be when. Ava started to see black fuzzy dots swimming through her vision, the blood loss was getting to her. The group had stopped talking mulling over what they each had to do, Ava took the opportunity to get some help.
“Hey, can one of you help me to the bed again? Gettin’ a little woozy from the blood loss.” She was starting to sway in her seat. The woman whom Ava had healed stood and helped her up. She draped Ava’s arm around her shoulder, the one without the wound. Shuffling back to the bed awkwardly, the woman introduced herself.
“Thanks for the healing, I’m Natasha by the way.” Her voice was matter-of-fact, not rude or anything, just very sure of herself.
Ava hummed to show she heard, her mind at the brink of unconsciousness. Natasha helped her sit and lay down, Ava mumbled out a thanks. The red head lingered for a moment.
“And, I wanted to say, thank you for saving Nick.” Ava nodded as she slid into a blood loss induced sleep.
Later that evening everything had healed up nicely. The broken bones were still a bit fragile and sore, but nothing that was unbearable. Ava was sitting around letting her mind wander, Maria told her to wait until someone came to collect her. Which wouldn’t be until they knew it was safe, or whenever they were done with whatever they were doing.
It was about an hour or so until she started to nod off, this time not from blood loss just exhaustion from the very, very odd day. Ava’s head jerked up at the sound of distant explosions. Like gun shots and then momentarily the crashing of something huge.
“What the fuck is going on,” Ava questioned the concrete structure, it didn’t respond. She heard two more gigantic crashing sounds, then nothing for another hour or so.
The metal door she had entered from swung open, hitting the wall. Frantic footsteps followed, Maria appeared soon after. She looked just as frantic as her footsteps sounded, then relieved to see Ava was still there.
“I, uh…” She actually looked nervous, “We have another favor to ask.”
“Okay,” Ava started towards the door Maria had burst through, “who’s hurt?”